Out of the Shell

I do not know what to do with my son, Simon. I have sat down and talked to him several times, I have tried to make him join local sports clubs and have even asked him to bring his friends home, but to no avail.

Apart from going to school, he hardly ever goes out. All he does whole day is watch TV or surf the internet. I'm not even sure he has any friends.

The irritating part is that he doesn't have to be like that. He is 5'10 with broad shoulders; strong, athlete-like legs; and long wavy black hair. His deep-blue eyes, sharp features and thick lips remind me of his father, who died when Simon was two years old.

I have done everything possible to make him go out, make friends and behave like a normal person, but he stubbornly remains a shy, introvert and lonely boy.

His aloofness wasn't hurting his grades, which were pretty good, but I knew it would hurt him later on, both professionally and personally.

I knew I had to do something, not only for his sake but also because his lack of personality was worrying me a lot.

When he came out of his room for breakfast, I went and sat down at the table and decided to have a chat with him.

I said: "Your nineteenth birthday is coming, do you have any plans?"

He said: "What do you mean?"

"Do you want to celebrate it with your friends? You can have party here or wherever you want. I'll stay at Janice's (my sister's) place if you want to have it here."

"No, I don't want any party or anything."

"Well, at least, you can invite some of your friends?"

No. It's okay."

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 I left him to his laptop.

The next day was a Saturday and, after much persuasion, he agreed to visit Janice with me. Janice has a son who is one year younger 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.

All of us went and sat down in the living room. I and Simon sat down on the couch opposite Janice, while Kevin sat 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 short shorts, which matched 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 lovely 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 on the couch, with his one arm over the couch, and his body facing toward his mum.

At first, I thought he was just looking her, but then I again saw him admiring the beauty of her breasts.

Now, Janice has always believed in wearing less is better. She has always flaunted her body. Our Mom was always asking her to cover herself up, but she never listened to her.

She enjoyed showing off her assets and never felt any shame, not even in front of our dad or brother. Her lack of shame and guilt had even impressed my husband, who used to pester me to dress like Janice.

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. I asked Simon to also go, but he refused.

So I told Simon to sit there and watch TV, while I and Janice went and lay down in her room.

She asked me about Simon, and I told her that I have tried everything but he doesn't either go out or bring his friends home.

We talked about him for around ten minutes, and then Janice said: "Do you think he likes guys?"

I said: "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."

She said: "You've been worrying about him for years. It's time to find out one way or the 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 on the bed, with her face toward me.

When she heard him coming, she quickly opened the third button of her shirt and pushed the shirt back, exposing both her shoulders and good part of her breasts and red bra.

She asked him to massage her shoulders as they were paining a lot. At first he hesitated, but when I stared at him, he went and stood behind her and started rubbing her naked 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.

As soon as he was out of the room, she looked down her breasts and said: "These babies can make even a dead man rise up. Sam, your son is either gay or there's something seriously wrong with him."

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 on 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.

He said: "Where are you going?"

I said: "I'm going out with a man 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.

Last night, I had planned this move and this was having the exact 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 and 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 he was looking 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 this I repeated 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 have forgotten him.

I said: "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."

He said: "I can go out."

"Okay, then. Let's go out in the evening."

He said: "Where?"

"Anywhere. Movies, bowling, anywhere."

He sat there thinking, so I said: "See, you don't want to go out. Now, a guy wants to go ut with me, so I'll go out with him."

He again stared at me and said: No. I'll go out with you."

"Okay, we will watch some movie together in the evening."

Later, both of us got dressed and went out for a 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.

I said: "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 very 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 they enjoyed the sight 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.

Then I said to him: "What happened? Haven't you seen me before?"

He shifted his gaze away from my breasts and replied: "No, nothing."

I said: "How am I looking?"

He kept looking on the floor, and said: "Why are you dressed like that?"

"Because I want to. Plus, I think it's time that I dressed more smartly."

"Okay, but don't go out dressed like that."

I laughed, and said: "Why not?"

He looked up from the floor, and I could see sweat forming on his forehead, and said: "Just don't."

I smiled at his nervousness, went up to him and giving a peck on his cheeks said: "Okay, I won't."

This was the first time I had seen him look at a woman's body and that really made him 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 very big Moment for me and knew I had to confirm and share this news with someone, so I 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 believed in wearing less not more.

After about half-an-hour she came, wearing a green, low-cut dress, that revealed her ample breasts and thighs. When she saw me dressed like that, she pursed her lips, whistled and said: "Wow! You're looking hot. Is everything all right?"

I hugged her tightly and, since Simon was in his room, I took her to my room and sat down with her on the bed.

I said to her: "You know 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 changed yourself today, even a gay man would look at you in that way."

I looked down at my black bra and fully exposed thighs and said: "Be serious. This is a big deal. Now, I want you to confirm whether he's interested in a woman's body or not."

"Okay, so what's the plan?"

"Well, we will go in front of him and see whether he looks at us or not."

She said: "Do you have any naughty clothes."

"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. I turned my back toward her, and wore it. It was too tight and even a bit uncomfortable, but it was revealing my well-rounded breasts very nicely.

She took a look at it and said: "Open the top two buttons."

I hesitated for a second, so she unbuttoned them and said: "Now, you are looking more like my sister. Let's see how he reacts."

We went out of the room and when Simon heard us talking he came out of the room and saw us standing near the kitchen table.

When I turned my face toward him, he froze for a second and his eyes instantly went toward my half-naked breasts. To make it better for him, I bent down a little, making my breasts hang out a bit more. When Janice saw me bending down, she gave a smile and appreciated my move.

Simon, on the other hand, was eating, biting and even milking my big breasts with his hungry eyes. After letting him have a good look, I sat down at the table and started talking to Janice.

She, of course, wasn't going to let this opportunity pass, so she asked him if he liked the change in his Mom.

Simon, who was looking at the table, but still stealing glances at my breasts, nodded his head and said: "Yes."

"She is going to drive many men crazy, especially her new boyfriend."

When she said that, he instinctively looked at her and it was apparent that he had anger in his eyes.

She was enjoying every bit of it.

"Your Mom is going to get lucky today, I think."

He didn't respond, but kept staring at the table.

She continued with the torture.

"Look at her. She is lovely, she is beautiful, any man would be lucky to have her. And somebody is going to be very lucky soon."

She was planning to continue tormenting him, but I signaled her to stop, so she got up and started making a drink.

After making the drink, she went and stood behind him and, pressing her breasts against his head, said: "Your Mom loves you and she wants you to be happy. She has stopped seeing men and now she dresses just for you. She wants you to appreciate and like her. Don't you, Sam?"

I got up, went near him and, after putting my elbows on the table and leaning in front of him, said: "She's right. I want you to be happy. Look at me, please."

He tried to look to my eyes, but his eyes invariably went to my exposed breasts, which is what I wanted.

Janice said: "You're lucky to have such a Mom, now don't let somebody else get lucky with her, okay?"

She winked at me and went in front of him and then sat down on his lap, just like that. He didn't expect that to happen and was obviously surprised, but I knew what she was trying to do.

When she sat down on his lap, her naked cleavage was inches away from his mouth and my breasts were still on display.

He tried not to look at our breasts, but had no choice. After letting him enjoy the sight of our near-naked breasts, we left him there and went into our room.

As soon, as we entered the room, she said: "Now, you can sleep easily. He's definitely interested in women."

I said: "Are you sure?"

"Sister, even Kevin doesn't have such a big hard-on when he sees me."

I laughed and said: "Yea, I've seen him peeking at you."

She said: "I don't know what's wrong with him. He has seen nearly everything so many times, but he doesn't seem to get enough of me. I guess it's true that men just can't get enough.

I smiled and said: "Especially breasts."

I changed my clothes and told her that we were going shopping for Simon's birthday, which is tomorrow.

We said good-bye to him and went off to the mall. When we sat down in the car, she said: "I can still feel his thing pressing against my bottom. He's big. Was his dad big?"

"He was okay, not very big."

"Well, Simon is. That's for sure."

On the way, Kevin called and Janice told him that we were going shopping and asked him if he would like to join us, but he refused.

I said to her that Simon hardly ever goes for shopping with me and asked her if Kevin goes with her.

"Sometimes he goes. I once took him shopping for lingerie, and he absolutely hated it. So, I took him again, and he started enjoying it, especially the looks the salesgirls give him. Now, he is always ready for it. Even today, he would have come, but he felt odd with you being with me.

I said: "You do lingerie shopping with him?"

"Oh yes. He picks out everything and even tells me what looks good on me and what doesn't."

I smiled and said: "You are shameless."

At the mall, we bought a suit for Simon, a shirt for Kevin, two dresses and matching panties and bras for ourselves. While we were selecting bras and panties, Janice called Kevin and told him the color and pattern and he helped her select the lingerie. After that, we went to a store and bought some magazines and posters.

From there, I dropped Janice at her place and came back to the house.

In the evening, Simon and I went to watch a movie, which I had selected because of its raunchy scenes, and took the corner seats in the last row.

He had no idea that the movie had some naughty shots and when the actress took off her top and got hot and heavy with the actor, I could see from the corner of my eye that Kevin was trying to avoid looking at the screen. At first, I didn't do anything, but when he again tried to avoid looking at the actress getting naked in the bed with the actor, I took his hand and placed the back of his palm on my breasts.

While the heroine was working her charm on the hero, I whispered: "She has a great body, doesn't she?"

He didn't reply, so I said: "Wow! She is a great kisser.

That made him look at the screen. As soon he looked at her, I said: "I wish I had a body like her. Maybe then, men would look at me. Oh! I wish I had her tits!"

He instantly turned around and looked at me. I smiled and said: "It's true, she has great tits."

He flinched his hand and crossed his leg. Both of us sat silently and looked at the screen, while the hero bit and sucked her pink nipples and rubbed his hands all over naked body, except the vagina, which was hidden by the bed sheet

When later in the movie, she was shown riding him, with her back toward him, and his hands were all over her naked breasts, I turned toward him and whispered: "Remember girls love that. This, and when they are on top."

I could see his face turning red and sweat forming on his face, so I said: "Come on, it's a very natural thing. Don't be shy. Girls don't like that. Watch how she is riding him and learn."

That made him blush even more, so I took his hand and, this time, placed his open palm over my breasts, with his fingers resting over my nipple.

We stayed like that until the end of the movie.

In the morning, after taking the shower, I came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel and called him into my room. By now he had seen me couple of times in shower, so he wasn't too shocked, but when I went and sat down on a chair in front of the mirror and asked me to comb my hair, he was little surprised.

While he was combing my hair, I could see in the mirror that he was looking at my wet, half-naked breasts, so I decided to make it easier for him.

I said: "I've wrapped the towel too tightly, let me loosen it a bit."

With that, I got up and loosened the towel a bit more, which meant only my nipples were now hidden from his eyes.

He combed my hair and enjoyed the sight of my wet shoulders, neck, breasts and thighs and, of course, the touch of my skin.

Little later, I sent him to the grocery store for bread and eggs and, as soon as he was out of the house, I took out the magazines and posters I had bought with Janice yesterday from the bag and went into his room.

I taped the poster of his favorite movie actor on his room's main wall and two posters on the inside of his cupboard's two doors. On the one side was a poster of a female model standing underneath a waterfall wearing only a skin colored bra and thongs and on the other side was a poster of a woman lying on a bed, with her breasts fully exposed and her vagina hidden by a maple leaf.

After taping the posters, I went to his bathroom and on the door taped a poster of a model walking out of the sea. She was completely naked except for her hand over her vagina.

Then I lifted his mattress and put all the men's magazine, such as Hustler, Penthouse, Playboy, etc., I had bought under it.

With that done, I went back to the kitchen and started preparing for his birthday party.

When he came back from the grocery store, I told him to go into his room and have a look inside the cupboard, the bathroom and under the mattress.

He raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes and tried to guess what I had been up to but, seeing no reaction from me, he went inside his room.

I followed him to his room after five minutes and saw him looking at the posters inside the cupboard.

"Don't worry; they're not your birthday gifts, but just gifts. Do you like them?"

He turned toward me and said: "You've taped them here?"

"Yes. All boys have these kinds of posters. Janice selected them. She said even Kevin had them in his room."

He again looked at the posters, but didn't say anything. I knew it was time to leave him alone with the posters but, before leaving the room, I did turn around and saw Big Jugs and other magazines on the bed.