“Oh, okay, I will just chill right here and watch TV for the day. I have no plans to do anything,” I said.
“I’ll catch you later then, slowpoke,” she giggled while pushing me back down on the loveseat.
She went into her room to grab a change of clothes and then went straight to the shower. I sat in silence in the living room just being grateful that she went back to normal so quickly. Not only that, it also seemed like she even had a flirty undertone with her now. It may have been my imagination, but that was the vibe I was getting. I finally clicked on the TV and sat watching a few reality shows. About thirty minutes later, I heard her getting out the shower and heading into her room. The smell from the bathroom rushed down the hall and filled the living room. It smelled like pineapples so I knew she was using her favorite body wash.
Another thirty minutes passed by and she finally came out of her room. I was sprawled out on the loveseat with my head facing away from the hallway. Not paying her any mind, I continued watching TV. As she walked pass me, she ruffled my hair grabbing my attention.
“I’ll be back later.” she said.
I turned around to nod my head at her and suddenly had my eyes readjusted in my head. The outfit she had on was the shock of a lifetime. Considering her normal fashion, which could be properly explained as grandma clothing, this was a major step up. She had her brown hair pulled back into a simple ponytail with a yellow ponytail holder that matched her shirt. Her shirt was a yellow crop-top and exposed her toned stomach fully. The material was very loose and it draped over her breast. With every step she took, waves would ripple through the material. If that wasn’t enough to send me into a coma, the lower half would surely. She had the tightest pants on that I’ve ever seen her wear. The black jean material was as flexible as spandex and stuck to every curve she had. Never seeing her in anything this tight made the whole experience an eye-opening one. Her ass seemed to stick out further than it did normally, swaying from side to side with every step. She walked to the dining room table to retrieve her phone before she left, getting eaten alive by my eyes the entire time. As soon as she turned around to leaved, I whipped my head quickly back to the TV as though my life depended on it. I didn’t want to risk her seeing me and having some type of fit over it, as we were supposed to be back to normal. She made her way to the hallway and then out the door she went. I spent the next twenty minutes running over her image in my head. What in the actual hell was she doing. This was totally not something she did. I didn’t even think that she owned something like that.
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Half the day passed and I started dozing off from the boring shows on the TV until my phone vibrated. I had a text from my mother telling me to put some shoes on so that I could get the groceries from the car. I jumped up and peeped out the window to see if she was home and she was just pulling in the driveway. I jogged to my room, quickly putting on my shoes and made my way outside. I greeted my mother, continuing the eye raping, and then proceeded to put all the bags in the kitchen. Each time I brought a bag up and she was facing away from me, I would be scanning all over her body checking her out. A few times she turned around quicker than I was anticipating and may have caught a glance of me, but she didn’t respond in any way so I guess she didn’t see me. By the time I brought in the last bag, she had almost everything unpacked and in their proper place.