Lizzie: Incestuous thoughts? Surely not.
As I mentioned Lizzie had sent me a text which was a little vague although I thought I knew what she was alluding to. This is, as best I…
As I mentioned Lizzie had sent me a text which was a little vague although I thought I knew what she was alluding to. This is, as best I can recall, our subsequent conversation.
Tracy: Hi Lizzie, how’s you?
Lizzie: You witch. You knew, didn’t you?
T: Knew what?
L: That I’d do it.
T: Do what?
L: Try what you suggested.
T: Care to narrow it down?
L: See how I felt if… if I wasn’t dressed properly in front of John.
T: You didn’t?
L: Fuck you. You knew I would.
T: Your choice.
L: I know that’s what makes you a witch. How did you get me to do it?
T: I didn’t. Just shows what you really want to do. So come on. Tell more, you know you are dying to.
L: Dying’s probably apt. Of embarrassment!
T: Oh come on, why?
L; Chris said there was no harm in it, see what happened. I often go around the house on Sunday mornings in a robe. Wrapped tight. Make sure I’m not showing anything. Last Sunday I only did it up loosely. Wore a bra and knickers, nothing sexy really but I knew it gaped, revealing my bra.
T: Did John react?
L: Went crimson!
T: Just at a glimpse of your bra?
L: Yes. Well no not quite just a glimpse. The wrap is silk, a present from Chris ages ago but it means the tie can slip.”
T: Oh yeah?
L: Yes! Anyway, it did and as I leant across to give him his coffee it unfolded completely.
T: So John saw you in your undies?”
L: Yes
T: Big deal?
L: You tell me. As I say his face went crimson and he just stared at his toast
T: How did you feel?
L: You should know Witch.
T: Tingley?
L: Embarrassingly so.
T: So when are you going topless in front of him?
L: Fuck off! I’m not!
T: But I thought the whole point was to see if you could cope with him being in the room for an orgy?
L: It is. Was. But I’m not sure either of us could cope.
T: Why?
L: if he got that embarrassed seeing a glimpse of bra I think he’d run a mile from anything more. Seeing his mother like that.
T: You don’t know the effect on him. Perhaps it gave him a raging hard and he came in his pants and that’s why he was embarrassed.
L: Now I know you’re mad as well as a witch.
T: Why? Never heard of MILFs?
L: Yes but that refers to other mothers not your own!
T: Mm. Still. Try giving him another little show. You said it gave you a you a tingle so it’s not wasted effort.
L: Witch.
T: Better still do it when he has a friend there.
L: What? He’d die of embarrassment.
T: Mm perhaps, perhaps not.But leave that for a minute. How would you feel?
Long silence
L: Witch!
T: Yes, thought so. More tingling?
L: Witch
T: Horny thought though isn’t it having a young man like that?
L: I’m going American. I’ll take the Fifth!
T: So think of the kudos. Word around college, John's mum sexy MILF.
L: Enough ! Goodbye!
She’ll do it, I know she will. She was just trying to get an excuse — blame it on me, my witchcraft!
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