That very same night, my husband told me that during the dinner discussion I got clear evidence that our son was attracted by me, or at least by my body, as every man I bumped into and now all was in my hands if I really wanted to enter into an incestuous relationship with him and have sex our son. I stopped the discussion as any female knows when it is necessary and again we were up for a long, let's say, vigorous session of sex. So during the following months I started to do more activities with my son that might help two adults in creating the natural and intimate environment which, hopefully, might lead to something more. I started to be a little closer and touchy with him and on few occasions I noted that behind the scenes he was smelling my scent. I loved that; in my experience nice smelling pheromones always turn on men and, sometimes, even women. We started to go out to the cinema, doing some shopping or errands for the house together. I made sure that every time, before returning home, we were having a drink at a nearby happy-hour bar discussing about his or my life and his or my own problems. The kitchen became a place where we started to spend a lot of our time together. He happily started to helping me cooking or vice-versa. I must say that the boy proved being a real champ preparing some delicious dishes for the entire family.
In these occasions I acted in such a way that there were incidental contacts between our bodies, eyes or ... some innuendos that were precious when actually made, but even more important on the long term as they created the proper environment of complicity and intimacy between us. During one of these evening, just before to open the house door I turned myself and kissed him on the lips again thanking him for the nice day together. This time I let my tongue pass his lips, for just a very short moment. He was clearly surprised as he blushed but did not said anything. Few days after that, during one of our usual happy hour, I mentioned the fact I kissed him but he had no reactions apart from blushing. He confessed that he had been taken by surprise although in a pleasant way but... he regretted not having been a little more mature or self-confident as he would have loved to return my kiss. I would have jumped on him right and there but we were in a public bar where we were well known as mother and son so I could not act on this statement. Unfortunately back home the magic moment was over and I could not do anything risky, but I was looking for the next good opportunity. Then the fashion period peaked up once again and I had a somewhat hectic period so no, or very little, time was available for us. I was travelling on business again and again and remained in touch with home only by phone and iPad. The nice thing was that following my kisses, we developed a better relationship and he was talking more freely with me without the fear of being still considered a teen. When we chatted I loved him lowering his voice in such a sexy tune to prevent the other in the house to hear us chatting, his voice was just sending shivers of pleasure down my spine right to my tummy. Since we were spending more time together, whenever I knew there was a chance to be in the car with him I started to wear skirts as short as possible, showing him a lot of my long and lean legs. Every man likes legs, I have fast learned that in my life! Being in the fashion industry I have access to the perfect dresses, skirts and shirts showing off my body in the right way notwithstanding being always very trendy and stylish. I started to enjoy the seduction game and despite my urges I came to the conclusion there was no point to be quick and aggressive. Since he was not so confident, I needed to be slow and the shopping path seemed the right one forward being a nice way to show him my femininity. I started to ask him to come with me for shopping, and I let him know that I needed him along because I wanted the opinion of a trusted man when dad was on business. I did it a few times and each time I grew a little bolder.