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After listening for a second, and making sure he was still sitting at the kitchen table eating his sandwich, I stepped out into the hall and walked all the way to the top of the stairs dressed only in my bra and panties.

"Danny?" I called.

I was just about to call his name a second time when he appeared through the doorway from the kitchen and looked directly up the stairs - right at me.

"Mom!" He exclaimed after a brief second, and then ducked back inside the kitchen. "I'm sorry! I didn't know you weren't dressed."

"I thought you were just going to yell up to me from the table." I replied, acting surprised and embarrassed. I paused for a second, and then added, "There's no one here but you and me, so who cares. Come on out."

Slowly, my son crooked his head around the door frame and looked up at me. "Oh, please......" I said derisively, putting my hands on my hips and making a face at him, "don't be so melodramatic. It's no different than a bathing suit, Sweetheart."

Danny finally came out and looked up at me. I didn't want this to last too long, so as soon as he came out I said, "There's a bottle of my favorite white wine lying on its side in the refrigerator. When you're done eating, would you mind pouring me a glass and brining it up? It should be cold enough by now. Pour yourself one, too."

It was like he was frozen. His eyes were focused directly on my crotch. Immediately, I got a surge of excitement that zapped me like a thousand little pin pricks all over my body as I stood there letting him look at my creased panties. It was a magnificent feeling, mixed with a sting of terror, to stand there and allow my son to stare at the object of his fascination. Even more so when I knew he'd have his chance to actually hold these same panties in his hands in just a few minutes.

"Yeah...... uh.... I mean, yes." He answered in a daze. "In the refrigerator. The wine. Okay."

Knowing I'd gotten the exact reaction I was looking for, I thanked him nonchalantly, turned around and unceremoniously strolled back to my bedroom. Once inside, I gasped for breath and put my hands in front of my mouth so I wouldn't scream.

"No!" I admonished myself. "I didn't do that! Tell me I didn't just do that!"

But, I did. And, I knew I'd just set in motion a chain of events I'd have a hard time backing out of, now. Do or die, it was time for the next step.

Leaving the door to my bedroom completely open, I faced the door, reached around, and unhooked my bra. I had no idea if Danny was in the process of pouring the wine and bringing it up at this exact second, or, if he was still eating his sandwich. It didn't matter to me because my mind was made up. Sliding the bra down my arms and away from my chest, I laid it on top of my shirt and shorts, and then I casually put my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and quickly drew them down my legs.

Acting as if I wasn't in any hurry at all, I remained facing the opened door and took my time folding my sodden panties in half and then tossing them on top of my bra, and the rest of the clothes I'd just been wearing. Then, as though I didn't have a care in the world, I slowly strolled into the bathroom - leaving that door open, too, and turned the shower on.

When I hatched my plan, I knew there had to be a sense of realism to the way I was setting all this up. So, if he came up with the wine right away, I'd act appropriately 'embarrassed' and 'surprised' when he caught me naked, but, it was too risky just to loiter in my room naked, waiting for him to come up. He'd get suspicious if he came up ten minutes from now and saw I hadn't gotten in the shower yet. I said I was going to take a shower, wash my hair and shave my legs, and that's what I was going to do. More or less.

As the water ran, I picked up the scissors and my razor, and, I was about to step into the shower when I figured I better make something of an effort to close the bathroom door, or at least swing it closed against the latch.

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