Michelle stood in front of her full-length mirror, admiring her reflection. She wore a sheer lingerie set that left little to the imagination, the delicate lace hugging her voluptuous figure in all the right places. She ran her hands over her hips, a small smile playing on her lips. It had been a while since she had felt so desired, so wanted.
But the moment was short-lived. A knock on the door interrupted her self-admiration, and she called out, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Mom. Henry. I need to talk to you about something."
Michelle rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the flutter of excitement that stirred in her chest at the thought of her son seeing her in her lingerie. She called out, "Well, don't just stand there, come in and close the door."
Henry entered, his eyes widening at the sight of his mother in her skimpy outfit. Michelle couldn't help but feel a thrill at his reaction, the way his gaze lingered on her curves. She crossed her arms over her chest, teasing him. "Like what you see, Henry?"
Henry stammered out a response, trying to maintain his composure. "I, uh, yeah. I mean, no. I mean, I didn't come here to...to see you like that."
Michelle laughed, stepping closer to her son. "Oh, come on, Henry. I'm a woman, too. I have needs." She ran a hand over his arm, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. "And I bet you have needs, too."
Henry tried to protest, but Michelle cut him off with a laugh. "Don't be shy, Henry. It's just a body." She stepped closer, her curves brushing against his.
Henry couldn't take it anymore and pulled Michelle into a passionate kiss. Michelle responded, her hands running over Henry's muscular chest. The kiss deepened, and Michelle couldn't help but let out a moan as she felt Henry's hard cock pressing against her.
Henry broke the kiss, his breath heavy. Michelle looked up at him, a playful smirk on her face. "Well, that was unexpected."
Henry laughed, his hands still resting on Michelle's hips. "Yeah, I guess it was."
Michelle took his hand and led him to the bed. "Well, since we're here...let's make the most of it."
Henry and Michelle spent the rest of the afternoon exploring each other's bodies. Michelle took control, directing Henry on how to please her. Henry was more than happy to oblige, his admiration for his mother growing as he learned just how strong and controlling she could be.
As the sun began to set, Michelle and Henry lay in bed, spent and satisfied. Michelle looked over at her son, a content smile on her face. "Well, that was fun. We should do it again sometime."
Henry couldn't help but agree.
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