I am your young, fit, hot mother. I always dress a little sexy. All your guy friends love to come over and hang out at your house, because I’m such good eye candy, and also because I am such a good hostess, bringing out snacks and fussing over you and your friends.
When I’m not in the room, your guy friends all talk about how hot I am. This makes you uncomfortable, because even though you agree, and you often fantasize about me, you would never admit this to your friends. They think you’re lucky to have such a hot mom.
But I’m not dumb. I can see all of them staring at my boobs and my ass. I see them all exchanging looks. I hear you whispering after I leave the room. And I love it! All these impressionable young boys lusting after me! I can’t help myself but to flirt and tease even more, bending over even more than is necessary. Maybe I’ll start wearing even sexier clothing. Maybe something see-thru, or maybe just my underwear, or even topless! Show me what I should wear to tease your friends.
Finally, we can’t resist. Either I or one of your friends makes a suggestion of something sexual. And to your surprise, I do it! This leads to more daring suggestions, and soon a sexual free-for-all. As my son, you resist participating, but I want you, and your friends tease you and encourage you until you give in.
I want you to play my son and at least two of your friends. This isn’t time for sex education: at least one of your friends thinks he knows about sex, and he takes the lead.