“Here’s your water, mom.” Brian said as he handed his mother the glass.
“Oh, thanks, honey.” Lynn said. Her hands were dirty with soil but Brian noticed how delicate they were as her slender fingers curled around the glass.
Lynn gulped down the water as Brian stood there. Once the glass was empty she handed it back to her son. “Thanks, I really needed that!”
“Want some more?” he asked.
“No, thanks, that was enough.” she told him with a warm smile as her brown eyes met his.
Lynn returned to her work. She began making small holes in the soil, then one by one placed the plants in them before covering the roots. Brian noticed how her loose tank top rippled as her breasts swayed and jiggled in response to her movements. Her left nipple pushed out at her top and Brian appraised it’s size as he stared. It looked thick and long, perfect for sucking on, he thought.
“You could open that bag for me if you want.” Lynn said, gesturing to her left with her head.
Brian placed the empty glass on the cement walk then knelt down on the grass. He tore open the bag of peat moss then dragged it a few feet to his right so it was closer to his mother. Lynn began scooping some out with a small shovel and spreading it over the soil. As Lynn leaned over the bag Brian realized that he could see down the front of her tank top. Just as he had guessed, she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were round and jiggled about inside her loose top. Brian’s heart was pounding and his cock twitched with his pulse. His mother turned back to him and pushed her shovel deep into the bag to scoop up more of it’s contents. This time Brian could see her right nipple. It was thick and brown, with a lighter ring surrounding it.
Lynn felt her son’s green eyes on her and looked up. She instantly realized where his attention was focused and a rush of emotions surged in her.
Once Brian had entered his teenage years Lynn had waited for him to get a girlfriend. She had hoped he would find happiness after losing his father. Once he reached seventeen she wondered if maybe he was gay. At first the thought bothered her, then she told herself that he was her son and she would love him no matter what, as long as he was happy. Then she began to suspect something she found troubling.
It had began about one year ago. At first Lynn thought she was over-reacting or imagining things that were not there, but soon it became undeniable. It started with a few quick glances at her by Brian but soon his staring became more prolonged and obvious. Lynn realized that boys his age are preoccupied with sex, having grown up with a younger brother, but she had never expected to be the focus of her son’s wanton desires. She wondered if she was to blame. Perhaps the clothes she wore enticed him she thought. Lynn began wearing looser tops and skirts in hopes her son would notice her less. One evening before going to bed Brian gave her a hug. She felt his right hand glide up her waist and brush the side of her left breast. Her clit immediately swelled and she found herself getting wet. It was at that moment that Lynn finally accepted two things: her son was growing bolder at acting on his sexual thoughts for her and she was enjoying it.