Mom came out of the bathroom as I was taking dinner out of the oven. I heard her footsteps behind me. “Dinner in a few minutes”, I said. “Can I get you another drink?” She said yes, and I mixed another for her and a vodka Collins for me. If mom wasn’t leaving the house, she tended to change right into her nightclothes after her bath, so she was in a calf-length nightgown as we sat down to dine on roast beef and vegetables. I was still in only my shorts, which mom commented on.
“It was pretty warm over the oven,” I replied. “If it matters to you, I could put a shirt back on, though. I’d just be a little sticky until I get a shower later.”
“No”, mom replied. “That’s alright. You should be comfortable. It’s just us here, anyway.”
“That’s true,” I said, “It’s not as though we have to answer to anyone for how we live, right?”
“Exactly”. Oh, how I loved to hear that. I certainly hoped she kept that attitude!
A good meal and a couple of drinks later, we settled onto the couch for the evening. Mom had given no indication that the previous night’s kiss was anything out of the ordinary. I mean, I didn’t think she’d rip my clothes off to get to my cock, but there was no additional bodily contact, no lingering looks, to give me a sign that she was interested in more between us. That was ok. I was raised to work for what I wanted, and I was really enjoying the idea of trying to seduce my own mother. During a commercial break, mom asked about Wendy, as she knew we worked together.
“Well,” I said, “it’s just casual sex, but she did flash her tits to me at work today.”
“Oh, my!” mom exclaimed. “How did you handle that?”
“I looked, of course,” I laughed. “She has nice tits, after all.”
I guess mom had never done anything like that. Different generations, I suppose.
“It’s really no big thing,” I said. “Flashing doesn’t really mean anything. It’s just flirting, when you think about it. Nothing I didn’t see the other night.”
Mom said she could see that, but had never flashed or been flashed. At the next commercial break, I said I needed another drink. Mom offered to get it, but I had other things in mind. I stood and walked toward the kitchen, then called “Hey, mom?”
When she looked toward me, she got a full shot of my bare ass as I stood bent over with my shorts around my knees. “Jim!” she exclaimed. “Well, now you’ve been flashed!” I laughed, going in to get my drink. I reappeared several minutes later with a drink for each of us.
“Oh, I don’t know,” mom said. I’ve already had three.”
“Well, I can’t stand that red beer”, I said. “Just leave it and I’ll pour it down the sink later.”
I knew my mom hated to waste anything. Being born during the Great Depression, she had that ingrained. Without a word, she began sipping her drink, getting her mellower than she normally got.
*****
You might wonder what mom’s life was like in the years following her divorce. She dated a bit, but wasn’t one to bring random men around. She had three relationships with men that could be considered serious, one of them leading to an engagement which she eventually broke off. Mom always said she was in no rush; she didn’t need a man around. Unless and until she met the right one, she was good on her own.
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