Try to explain

Realization dawned as I stepped closer. My heart skipped a beat with excitement as I realized that, at least momentarily, I had fooled my son into thinking that I was the hot MILF adoptive mother he lusted over. But now, as I stepped towards him, I could see him desperately trying to figure out just what was going on.

"Well son, how about you just call me 'Mom' for now anyway," I said, sitting beside him on the couch, daintily crossing my legs and enjoying the feel of my stockings rubbing together, "You know the real Lou would be turned off, even disturbed, by your intentions, but not me," as I carried on speaking I tried to approximate my wife's higher pitched voice and mannerisms, "Just look at me. I can be her instead. See how I can dress in all your favorites of her clothes. See how I can look kind of like her. I love being her and the good thing is, if you don't let Mom know I dress as her, then I won't let her know how you think of her. It can be our little secret."

"Wow, I guess we both think about Mom in a different way than you'd have thought!" said Keenan, the deep tones of his voice, even at eighteen, contrasting with the high pitched flutter of my feminized conversation, "So what, now I know your secret and you know mine. Is that it?"

"Not quite," I blushed and fluttered my eyelashes, "The real Lou won't do what you fantasize about, but Lulu will," I winked and blew a kiss at him, "I'll be the MILF you want, use me however you need, and Mom need never know."

"What? You're really suggesting I fuck you, my own dad?" he looked shocked, but didn't turn away from eyeing me up, I obviously looked enough like my wife to hold his interest, "That's pretty twisted."

"Adoptive dad, remember," I said, "And besides, you dream of doing nasty things to your mom. Call me 'Mom' and do them to Lulu, do them to me." I could see him beginning to waver. "Don't worry, nobody will ever know. Do you think I want people to find out I love to dress like my wife?"