He left to go shower off the chlorine and she flopped down on the living room couch with her phone, mindlessly tapping at it out of nervousness. He came back down in a t-shirt and basketball shorts and took the seat on the other side.
“Mmm, smells good in here,” mom said 15 minutes later, walking in through the back door from the garage.
“Just like old times,” Jess said, standing up to greet her. She had had to swallow a couple of times to get the words out because her mouth had gone dry. Mom was also home earlier than usual, much earlier.
Mom stood by the stove, tasting the sauce, in her work outfit: A grey suit, buttons already undone, and a white shirt underneath. Dark colored pantyhose wrapped her longs legs under her pencil skirt.
“What’re you guys having for dinner?”
“We’re gonna grab a pizza.”
“So, when do you leave?”
Jess didn’t think this was mom’s way of rushing her out because she could be nosy but her mouth stayed dry and her heart sped up.
“10 minutes, maybe. Emily is gonna drive and it’s only a short walk to her place.”
Jess expected her mom to go get changed to save time but she just took a seat at the island and started sipping on a glass of water. If Jess hadn’t been paying attention she would have missed the glances mom and her brother kept shooting at each other but she saw them, and they were too busy looking at each other to notice her looking at them. The anticipation must have been killing them like it was killing Jess, probably even more.
“What are you guys gonna do after dinner?”
“Dunno, probably hang out here or at Emily’s.”
“Shoot me a text if you guys decide to come over?”
Mom had never cared about know if Jess and her friends were coming over to hang out. “Sure.”
“Well, time to go,” Jess said as she made her way to the front door, her brother already walking past her to get to the kitchen. “Don’t let the food get cold.”
Jess opened and closed the front door then ducked into the shoe closet by the door and waited. She didn’t have to wait long.
“So, do you want to eat?”
“Fuck the food,” her brother said.
“That’s kind of weird, but if that’s what you really want.”
“Very funny, mom.”
Jess crept out of her hiding spot and made her way into the living room. Mom and her brother were already kissing each other, tongues hunting for their counterpart while their hands ran up and down each other’s bodies. James undid the clasp to mom’s skirt and had the zipper halfway down before she stopped him.
“Wait a second,” mom said before she pulled off her sneakers and slipped on a pair of strappy black heels she had left by the back door. “I know how you like me in heels.”
With the heels on, mom and her brother were almost the same height. Not that it helped or hurt his mission to get her out of her clothes. Mom shrugged off her suit jacket and flung it one of the stools surrounding the island. Her brother’s hands shot up to her breasts and kneaded them for a few moments before he started to unbutton her shirt. She grabbed his hands and moved them back onto her breasts while she took over the undressing job.