I don't know what to do with my son, Simon. I've talked to him, tried to make him join local sports clubs, have asked him to bring his friends home, but to no avail. Apart from school, he hardly ever goes out. All he does is watch TV or surf internet. I'm not even sure he has any friends. The irritating part is that he doesn't have to be like that. He's five foot and six inch with broad shoulders, strong, athlete-like legs and long black hair. His deep-blue eyes, sharp features and thick lips remind me of his father, who died when he was two years old.
I knew I had to do something, so when he came out of his room for breakfast, I decided to have a chat.
"Your sixteenth birthday is coming up, do you have any plans?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you want to celebrate it with your friends? You can have a party here or wherever you want."
"No, I don't want any party or anything."
With that he got up, grabbed the sandwich and went to school. In the evening, I again tried to talk to him, but he just wasn't interested, so left him alone.
The next day was a Saturday and after much persuasion he agreed to visit my sister Janice. She has a son who is one year older than Simon, but Simon doesn't talk to him much either. When we reached Janice's house, she was really happy to see us and gave each of us a tight hug. Her husband, Graham, was out on work, but Kevin, my nephew, was there.
Simon and I were sitting on the couch opposite Janice, while Kevin was next to him mom, who had apparently just come out of shower because her long black hair were still wet.
She was wearing a white shirt and green shorts, which were matching with her big green eyes. The soft skin of her long legs was glowing and her shapely thighs were looking exquisite. The top two buttons of her shirt were open and her cleavage was clearly visible. She was wearing a red bra and that was making her well-shaped breasts look more beautiful.
I was talking to Janice when I thought I saw Kevin taking a fast peek at his mum's cleavage. He was sitting with one arm over the couch and his body was facing his Mother. At first, I thought he was just looking her, but then again saw him admiring the beauty of her breasts. Now, Janice has always believed in less is better. She has always flaunted her body. Our mom always asked her to cover herself up, but she never listened. She enjoyed showing off her assets and never felt any shame, not even in front of our dad and brother. Her lack of shame and guilt had even impressed my husband, who used to pester me to dress like her.
I knew that Kevin must have seen his mum's cleavage and a lot more hundreds of times, so his trying to peek at her breasts was a bit surprising. Maybe he just couldn't get enough of them. But before I could understand his curiosity, Kevin's phone rang and he told us that he was going out to meet his friends, so asked Simon to also go, but he refused. Janice and I left him watching TV and went and lay down in her room. She asked me about him and I told her that I've tried everything but he doesn't go out or bring his friends home. We were talking about him when Janice asked me whether he was gay.
"I don't know. I don't know if he has any friend, girl or boy. I've never even found any porn in his room. I don't know what's wrong with him."
"You've been worrying about him for years. It's time to find out one way or other. Just sit here and we will find out."
She called Simon and asked him to come inside the room. I was lying on the bed, with my head resting against the wall, while she was sitting facing me. When she heard him coming, she quickly opened the third button of her shirt, exposing her ample boobs and red bra.
When he came and stood near her, she asked him to massage her shoulders. At first he hesitated, but when I stared at him he began rubbing her shoulders. Both of us were hoping that he would at least try to look at her half-exposed breasts, but he made no such attempt and kept looking straight.
After about five minutes, Janice motioned me with her eyes whether he was watching her and when I motioned back that he wasn't, she slid back a little and placed her head on his stomach and her back against his crotch.
He continued rubbing her shoulders and neck, but after five minute she told him she was fine and he can go back to watching TV.
"These babies can make even a dead man rise up. Sam, your son is either gay or there's something seriously wrong with him," she said looking down at her boobs after Simon left the room.
With that she buttoned up her shirt and lay down on the bed. After lunch, Simon and I came back to our house. For one whole week, I kept pestering him to go out and make friends, play some sport or plan his birthday party, but he stayed cooped up inside the house.
On Sunday evening I got dressed and told him that I was going out and he shouldn't wait for me for dinner.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going out with a guy for dinner."
As soon as I said that, his face became red with anger and he started staring at me. I ignored his stare and went out. I had planned this move last night and this was having the effect I had wanted. He was now jealous and that would either bring him closer to me or push him more into his shell. I was betting and hoping for the former
I went and met an old friend and stayed with her until late evening and came back home at night.
When I came back, he was in his room but looked at me suspiciously in the morning. In the evening, I again got dressed and went out after telling him that I was going on a date. And I repeated this for the next four days. By Saturday, he was really angry at me and in the afternoon told me that he was missing me a lot and that I had forgotten him.
"Honey, I haven't forgotten you, but you stay cooped up all the time and I can't stay in the house the whole day."
"I can go out."
"OK, then. Let's go out in the evening."
"Anywhere. Movies, bowling, anywhere. See, you don't want to go out. Now, a guy wants to go out with me, so I'll go out with him," I added when I saw him sitting there and thinking.
"No. I'll go out with you," he replied looking at me with his blue eyes.
"OK, we will watch some movie together in the evening."
Later, both of us got dressed and went out for movie and dinner and the whole evening was fabulous. After a long time we enjoyed together, laughed and had a really great time. The next day was a Sunday and we went bowling in the afternoon and had delicious Thai food in the evening.
When we were coming back from dinner, he asked me whether I'd see my date again.
"As long as you're going out with me, I won't."
The next morning when I got up, I decided to change my look completely. After putting on a short skirt and a tight white top, with black bra under it, I went into the living room. He was doing something on his laptop, but when he saw me he instantly stopped. I knew this was the first time he was seeing me dressed like and that clearly showed on his face.
His eyes slowly moved from my bright red lips to my sleek neck then to my tight, firm and big breasts and then they hovered for a second or two over the black bra, which was completely visible under the white top, and then his eyes enjoyed the view of my smooth thighs and long legs. I stood there in front of him for few minutes, while he admired my body from head to toe.
"What happened? Haven't you seen me before?"
"No, nothing," he answered shifting his gaze away from my boobs.
"How do I look?"
"Why are you dressed like that?" he enquired looking at the floor.
"Because I want to. Plus, I think it's time that I dressed more smartly."
"OK, but don't go out dressed like that."
"Why not?" I asked smiling.
"I won't," I assured him kissing his cheeks.
This was the first time I had seen him look at a woman's body and that made me happy. It meant he could be drawn out of his shell and enjoy all the peaks and depths of a woman's body. It was a big moment for me and knew I had to confirm and share this news with someone, so called Janice and asked her to come to my place. I wanted to tell her to wear something revealing but then I remembered that she always dressed revealingly.
After about half-an-hour or so she came wearing a purple low-cut dress that was revealing her ample breasts and thighs.
"Wow! You're looking hot. Is everything all right?" she said whistling at me.
I hugged her tightly and took her to my room.
"My plan to have an imaginary boyfriend worked."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he got jealous, very jealous, and today he looked at me, like, you know, in that way."
"Sam, the way you've transformed yourself, even a gay man would look at you in that way."
Looking down at my black bra and fully exposed thighs, I said: "Be serious. This's big deal. Now, I want you to confirm whether he's interested in a woman's body or not."
"So what's the plan?"
"Well, we will go in front of him and see whether he looks at us or not."
"Do you have any skimpy dresses?"
"No, I don't think so."
She got up, looked at my wardrobe and came back with a red blouse that I hadn't worn in years and asked me to put it on. Turning my back toward her, I wore it. It was too tight and even a bit uncomfortable, but it was revealing my well-rounded breasts nicely.
"Open the top two buttons. Now, you're looking more like my sister. Let's see how he reacts," she said unbuttoning my blouse.
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