Lauren felt a shiver run up her spine when her son’s kiss landed on her neck. A feeling she hadn’t felt in five long years. Her husband used to do that to her, and it always made her pussy tingle. What she found disconcerting was her son’s touch had the same effect. She breathed a sigh of relief when he said good morning and then backed away. As she placed the food on the table she was sure he could see the blush on her face. They ate in silence for a bit, each seemingly lost in their own thoughts.
Finally speaking, Mark asked, “Have any plans for tonight?”
Without looking at him she replied, “No, why?”
“Well, it’s Friday, not to mention payday, and I was wondering if I could take my favorite girl out to dinner and a movie,” he answered, his eyes rising to look across the table.
“That would be nice. So who’s your favorite girl this week?” she joked.
Without skipping a beat he said, “I was thinking Ms. Richmond from down the block. I hear she’s always looking for a good time.”
Pouting she whined, “All this time I thought I was your favorite, now the truth comes out.”
Laughing he took his empty plate and as he passed by her chair he leaned over and kissed her on the top of the head. Once he placed his dishes in the sink he returned and leaned down and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
“You have always been my favorite girl Mom, and always will be,” he whispered into her ear.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” she chuckled as she watched him head to his room to get ready for work.
Once he left she sat quietly sipping her coffee and thought about her reaction to his kiss on the neck. He had never done that before, so she doubted he knew that it was something her late husband used to do to get her juices flowing. What puzzled her was the reaction she had to her son doing it. It was as if her body responded to his kiss just the same as it did with her husband. Shaking her head she finished her cup and went to get ready for the work day.
Mark pulled into the Les Schwab Tire Center exactly ten minutes before it opened; something he’d been doing since he first started working there five years ago. He had been lucky when he asked the manager for a job so long ago. Turned out that the manager, Bill Martin, was close friends with his dad. At first Bill was hesitant to hire a sixteen-year-old, even if it was just part time, but knowing Marks father had died while protecting their community swayed his better judgement. Mark worked weekends cleaning up, and any other odd job that needed doing, until he turned eighteen. Bill then offered him a training position that would turn into a fulltime job if things worked out. It was one of the best choices he could’ve made he later confided to Mark’s mother on their one and only date.
Just as her son was walking into the tire shop, Lauren was standing in front of the full-length mirror on her door slowly unbuttoning her shift. Once she was naked she ran her eyes up and down her body. The reflection staring back at her showed a woman who stood five foot six inches tall and weighed just a shade under one-thirty. Soft, thick black hair hung down to just past her shoulders, usually worn in a ponytail. Further examination revealed small b-cup breasts that hung proudly on her chest with brownish areolas the size of quarters, the nipples in the center decent sized. A flat tummy and slim waist gave way to flared hips and long, toned legs. Sitting between the upper thighs was a triangle of black pubes that contrasted nicely with the creamy white skin around it. Not bad, she thought to herself as she gazed at her reflection. Running a hand through her pubic hair she allowed the tip of her middle finger to drag across her clitoris briefly, savoring the exquisite tingle that shot through her. A quick glance at her bedside clock told her that she needed to stop daydreaming and get ready for work.