Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered

"Don't make me spell it out."

He stared at his mother's nice breasts, the shadowy beginning of her cleavage visible in the 'V' of her skimpy black top. He wondered if she might be wearing a favourite item of his underneath -- the lacy black bra he sometimes held to his nose, breathing the feminine odour of his mother while he played with himself. If she was wearing it now, how sexy it would be to slip his cock between her bunched titties, to feel the light graze of lace against his stretched foreskin. The sound of her voice brought him back to reality...

"I'd like to see you do it... see how much lovely spunk you make now you're a big little boy. There, I've said it now. Are you shocked? If you do that for me I will treat you to a nice set of women's underwear of your choosing for your 16th birthday. Perhaps you'd even like to model them for me? What do you think, Vivian?"

Vivian's heart raced with confused anticipation. Did his mother really mean all that she was saying?

Yes indeed... what does Vivian think? How will he react to his mum's bizarre proposition? Will he go through with it? Does he want the sexy underwear bad enough to cross this particular taboo with his hot mum... and could he then ever live it down?