That night as she tried to fall asleep in her bedroom Lynn tried to think of other things. Work. Bills that were due. World politics. Nothing seemed to take her mind off of Brian. She could picture how he looked in his tight jeans and his strong arms as he hugged her. She recalled the feeling of his broad back as they embraced, how his sandy blond hair felt as he brushed her fingers over it and finally the touch of his fingers on her breast. As her hand slid inside her damp panties towards her wet pussy she wondered if Brian was indulging his lust for her down the hall as he lay in his bed.
Lynn bit the inside of her cheek as she continued planting the flowers, trying to tear her mind away from her forbidden thoughts about her son. He had moved closer to her and she pretended to not notice. A length of hair had worked loose from under her cap and hung down over her eyes. Lynn straightened her back and attempted to blow it away with a strong breath from the corner of her mouth.
Brian reached his hand out to his mother and pinched her loose hair between his fingers and tucked it over her ear. His touch was gentle, almost tentative, and she felt his fingers graze her left cheek. It felt electric.
“Thanks.” she said, her voice very quiet.
Brian smiled as he knelt beside her. Lynn’s brown eyes drifted to her son’s thighs. They were muscled, with coarse hairs. Further up she saw the shape of his stiff cock outlined in his tan shorts. She had not seen that part of him since he was a boy and wondered how much he had grown since then. A lot, she thought to herself, judging from what she saw. She recalled how well-built Brian’s father was down there and assumed he must be as well. Lynn’s pussy was wet and ready to accept his manhood, as if it was trying to over-ride her reluctance to cross that line between her and Brian.
“You should take a break. You look hot.” he told her.
Lynn let out a nervous laugh as she wondered if her son’s double entendre was intentional. “I’m okay.” she assured him.
“More water?” he offered.
“That’s okay, thanks,” she said, then paused a moment as the corners of her mouth curled up to her flushed cheeks “you take good care of me. Thanks.” She reached out and gave her son’s hand a tender squeeze.
“Someone has to. I don’t know if you always do.” he told her.
“I do. Don’t worry. This is fun for me.”
“I love you, mom.”
“I love you too.” she replied as her eyes moved over his body.
Brian leaned closer to his mother. He placed his right hand on her back and placed a soft kiss on her left cheek. His hand was rubbing her sore back and it felt good. She wished he would continue.
“Maybe I will quit for today,” she decided “I can always finish this tomorrow.”
Brian gave his mother a pleased smile and stood up. He offered his hand to her. She reached out and Brian tugged her to her feet with a quick pull. Lynn was caught off-balance and nearly collided with him. Brian caught her by her hips and held her, their faces inches apart.
“I guess I’m getting clumsy in my old age.” she joked.