She gets dressed

Jessica, though confused, submitted to her son as he was being adamant and she was unable to find the will to push back and was in fact to her surprise eager to obey. She thought that was weird, really weird, but she also knew that she did not like confrontation for too long and typically choose to do what it took to avoid it and so she put it out of her mind. She dressed quickly in skintight ripped jeans and put the sweater on over her bra as she had not been given a shirt to wear with that outfit. She then put her shoes back on and walked back into her bedroom.

When Jason saw her come back in dressed as he instructed he found it hard not to get turned on. He had always wanted to control his mom and he had always wanted her to dress sexier so he could get a better view of what he knew was an amazing body. The sweater was a couple sizes too small as her boobs must be bigger than in high school and the jeans really were skin tight. Due to the larger bust the sweater showed a hint of abdomen above her pants. It was just enough to tease the viewer but not enough to be a belly shirt. Her tits looked amazing pushing out the too tight sweater. “Sweater Puppies” guys call it and damnit her “puppies” were looking huge.

He took time to admire her figure in the outfit…her huge tits, her bubble butt, her slender but athletic legs, and the overall bimbo proportions that made her up. He admired for so long that Jessica started to turn bright red and became uncomfortable and an emotion she could not comprehend yet. “Um, uh Jason, I, I mean why did I put this on,” she stammered out?

“Because mom,” he said tearing his eyes off her body, “you asked what guys my age wanted from you and this is it. Look in the mirror. You see how it is possible to see what you look like? This is what guys want you to do, show off your body so they can admire it.”

“Y…You, um, you can’t mean that the boys in class want to, you know…look at…well look at their older teacher,” she squeaked as she got even redder in the face.

“Yes mom, the guys want you to wear tighter clothes so that they can quit fantasizing about how good you might look and see how unreal you actually look,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Now why don’t you tell me why we are having this conversation and why you want to know what we guys want from you?”

Jessica stood silent for a bit thinking, did he just say we guys, meaning my son wants to look at me, which made her even more uncomfortable and something else as well. She then went on to explain about her meeting with Principal Block and her dilemma. By the end of it she was almost in tears again and Jason wrapped his arms around her in a hug. (Sneaky as he came off comforting his mom but really just wanted his hands on her body.)

Jessica hugged him back and realized how tall and broad he was. Much bigger in both ways than his dad and definitely stronger as well. She needed the comfort and found that having him hold her made her feel protected and better. “Mom, you should have told me sooner and I could have helped with the issue,” he said into her ear. The feeling of him talking in her ear sent shivers up her at that time for some unknown reason. “As is, with the deadline that you have, it’s going to be hard to turn things around, but we can do it.”

“What,” she exclaimed, “ you know what to do?” She was flabbergasted that he made it sound possible. “Of course I know what to do Mom, I know why things are the way they are and it’s fixable with time, but time is our enemy right now. With that said, it’s going to take work and you’re going to have to do as I say.”

“If it will truly fix the issue, I will do what you tell me,” she said beaming for the first time that day. Jason was having to work hard not to get hard having her smile in his arms while saying she would do what he told her. “Ok Mom, first things first, you need to wear this outfit to school tomorrow and then wear what I give you the other three days. You’ve got to get the dudes in you class to stop daydreaming about what your sexy ass body looks like so they can focus on your teaching.” Total bullshit he thought to himself, they will probably want to daydream more bit I’ll deal with that. “Um, Jason, you probably shouldn’t say things like that about me,” she whined.

“Listen Mom, I thought we were having a blunt conversation about how to fix the problems you’re facing, but if you don’t want my help,” he said in frustration. “No, no, please I do want, I mean I need your help, it’s just um, well, ok just go on,” she said as he started to look angry.

“Next we have to get the girls to stop being annoyed with you and the guys. You see they are tired of playing second fiddle to you in all the guys’ eyes and of having you act like you’re too good to notice or care. They also are tired of how perfect you act, it makes you seem like you’re uppity. To do this you’re going to make some mistakes in class, admit to making those mistakes, and you’re going to reprimand the guys when you catch them looking at you.”

“Jason, you’re going too fast, you mean the girls don’t like me? They think I think I don’t make mistakes and they think I’m letting the boys look at me on purpose?”

“Yes, see I’m not going too fast, I’m just being blunt and getting to the point. So as your attire changes, you’ll seem less uppity, but you’ll also get on their good side for telling the guys to stop looking. The guys will be happy as they can look at you even if they get in trouble. You’ll get frustrated when you make a mistake in class, show your frustrations and then correct them, showing that you’re human. Everyone wins and as opposed to their current thoughts they can focus on school.”

“So I have to flaunt myself in front of the class, make mistakes, show emotion both anger and frustration and the kids will like me? I’m really not comfortable wearing this in front of others, I’m well, I’m not, um, built like, well other female teachers don’t look like me and it’s embarrassing.”

“Um, Mom, you’ve got a body that everyone wants and you don’t want anyone to see? Do you want help or not? It feels like I’m wasting my time here,” Jason said with as much frustration as he could. “No, I, I’ll do what you say,” she choked out. “Is that all,” she asked?

“No, it’s going to take a ton of work by me as well talking with everyone and getting them on your side as it’s been a long time of your previous ways and such a short window to change things,” he said as he appeared to think it through. “So, with that said, if I help you, you’re going to have to do what I say around here as well.”

“What do you mean,” she asked with some indignation. “Why would I need to do what you say here in my house when I’m your mom.”

“I’m done with this then Mom, you’re getting an attitude with me when I’m trying to help out.”

“Wait I’m sorry I’m just lost,” she apologized. “Mom, I can’t have you going into class blushing and acting like a scared schoolgirl, which means you have to get comfortable wearing less, being less in charge and more willing to be open with your emotions. That means around here you’ll need to wear clothes that even more blatantly show off your body and get used to being looked at while wearing them. You’ll also have to stop getting defensive and do what I say when I say it or you’re doomed. Is that what you want for yourself and all of us?”

“NO, I don’t want that,” she exclaimed. “It’s just a lot at once and I’m just not sure if it will work or not. You seem very confident and it makes sense when I hear what you’re saying and I want you to be right, but how do we know if it will really work?”

“Fine, let’s make a bet then, you do what I say this week and if a huge majority of the class passes the test you have planned for Friday, then we know it works and you’ll owe me. If it doesn’t work then I’ll quit football and join the cheer team and I’ll convince my female and male friends to join as well. That will give you a solid athletic cheer team which will solve one of your problems.”

“Oh Jason would you really do that for me? That would solve my non-teaching issue instantly. So wait, I win either way it sounds like and one of my issues is solved regardless?”

“That’s right Mom and you’re just out one week of doing it may way if I’m wrong. Very little to lose.”

“Ok, what do you mean I’ll owe you,” she asked suspiciously. “Well, I’m tired of being the one receiving all the orders and to do lists around here all the time, so if I win, for this upcoming weekend, when Alex and dad are gone on their college visit, I’m in charge and you do whatever I say for the whole weekend,” he explained like it had just occurred to him.

“So you get to be in charge for a weekend if most of the students do well on the test? That’s all you want is to be in charge,” she asked skeptically. “I want you to agree to do whatever I want for the weekend, that’s right,” he replied nonchalantly.