“Well, if you play your cards right you might catch me coming out of the shower again. Something I really do apologize for, Mom. I didn’t expect you in so soon.”
The rest of the day went by smoothly. Lauren did notice that he seemed to be more helpful than normal, even going grocery shopping with her. As the week went by she noticed that he had become a little more touchy-feely. Nothing outrageous, just light touches on her arms, sometimes brushing against her even though there was plenty of room to get by her. She also noticed that he watched her more often than usual, she could feel his eyes on her whenever he was around. At first she found that a little disconcerting, but by Thursday she found herself doing the same thing to him. One thing that had changed was he no longer kissed her on the neck. He went back to giving her light hugs and pecks on the cheek instead. Oddly, she missed it.
By Friday Mark was quite pleased how things were going. Amy had told him to take his time, so that’s what he was doing. His mom seemed more relaxed, even teasing him about when he was going to flash her again. He did miss feeling her tremble when he kissed her neck but knew if he was going to succeed he had to go slow.
The weekend flew by. He helped her in her flower garden on Saturday and on Sunday they made cookies together. If anyone had been watching they would’ve sworn it was like watching two teenagers play, because a lot of flour was wasted as they kept bumping into each other. Sunday evening found them on the couch watching a romance movie, Lauren snuggled up tight against her son. During a commercial break Mark turned to her and asked why she didn’t wear panties with her pantyhose.
Stunned, she leaned away from him and asked, “Where did that come from?”
With a shrug of his shoulder he said, “Just curious.”
“That’s a strange thing for you to be wondering about, don’t you think?”
“It is, but each time I’ve seen you in your pantyhose I noticed you didn’t wear panties, and I was just wondering why,” he answered, his face slightly red.
Lauren’s brow furrowed as she registered his use of the words ‘each time’. How many times had he seen her in just her pantyhose she wondered. She knew of only that one time a week ago, but he had implied that he had seen her dressed that way on more than one occasion. She couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been spying on her.
“Each time?” she asked.
Relief washed over her when he told her about coming home and finding her on the couch with her dress hiked up. She remembered that night. Snuggling back into him she couldn’t stop wondering what had gone through his mind as he gazed down on her sleeping form. Probably had a boner for days she found herself hoping.
He heard her soft giggle and asked, “What’s so funny?”
Patting his arm she replied, “Nothing sweetie. But to put your mind at ease, I find wearing panties with them is a little too uncomfortable.”
Marked draped his arm back over her shoulders and pulled her closer.
Monday morning Mark decided to resume kissing her on the neck, but unfortunately she was already sitting at the table when he stepped into the kitchen. There was a cup waiting for him on the counter. They exchanged their normal banter until it was time for him to go to work. The day dragged by.