“It’s going to be another hot day.” she said.
Brian grunted as he drank his juice.
Lynn placed her dirty plates in the sink, making a mental note that she would have to do dishes later, then waited for her son to finish his juice.
“All ready?” she asked once his glass was empty.
“Yup.” he said as he followed her to the door.
Brian picked up the trays of flowers and brought them down to where the others were planted. Lynn dropped her gardening tools on the lawn and knelt down. Brian knelt beside his mother and observed.
There were fewer plants remaining than Lynn had planted the day before so it did not take her long. Brian tried to be helpful but in reality there was little for him to do. He spent most of the time ogling his mother’s ass and her breasts under her tight top.
“God, it’s hot.” Lynn exclaimed once she had planted the last of the flowers.
Lynn stood up and wiped her right forearm across her brow and sighed.
“Okay, here’s what you can do,” she told her son “go get the hose and water these for me.”
Brian walked around to the other side of the porch where the garden hose was. He turned the tap on then drug the house to the flowers by the nozzle. His mother was standing beside her new garden with her hands on her hips, watching him approach. Brian focused on how her full breasts looked as her top clung to them. His cock was throbbing.
As his mother watched Brian gave the flowers a good soaking with the hose. It wasn’t until the ground began to turn muddy that she told him to stop. Brian loosened his grip on the nozzle and looked up at his mother. Her nipples pointed towards him through her top. Brian gave her a devious grin and aimed the nozzle at her chest.
“Don’t you dare!” Lynn told her son with a smile, but before she got all of the words out water was hitting her.
Lynn squealed as she charged towards her son, trying to shield the stream of water from the hose with her hands. Brian ran backwards, laughing as he watched his mother’s top and shorts become soaked. He could tell from her playful expression that she was not angry as she chased him. Soon Lynn’s clothes were dripping wet and she knew it was now pointless to resist anymore. She could only get so wet.
“Okay… okay… I give up.” she called out, stopping to catch her breath.
Brian dropped the nozzle of the hose and walked over to his mother. Her top looked as though it was painted on her. Lynn looked down at herself, noticing how her soaked top clung to her breasts. She felt vulnerable, as if she were naked before her son. His erection tented the front of his shorts and her clit jumped.
“You should enter a wet t-shirt contest.” he teased.
“How do you think I’d do?” she asked.
“I bet you’d win.”
“You’re biased because you’re my son.”
“All the more reason why I shouldn’t think that then.”
Lynn nodded, feeling a pang of guilt.
Brian noticed the change in his mother’s expression and realized the cause of it. It made him feel guilty because he was just as culpable. He stepped closer and placed his hands on her hips, smiling at her. He slid his arms around her back and pulled her to him.