“You’re not old, mom,” he asserted, his strong hands still gripping her curved hips.
“Sometimes I feel old.” she lamented.
Brian gave her hips a hard squeeze, his fingertips straying onto her ass. “You don’t feel old to me.” he quipped.
“Oh stop it!” she laughed, giving his left arm a playful slap.
“OUCH!” Brian squealed, then shot his mother a devious grin.
Brian let go of Lynn’s left hip and gave her ass a slap on the left cheek. It was firm and Lynn heard the sound her son’s palm made as it made contact.
“Hey…!” Lynn cried out as her hand went to where her son had hit her. Her mouth was open wide in shock as she saw the bemused look on his face.
Brian let out a chuckle. “You started it.”
“Well, that’s enough. My back is already sore, no need to make my ass that way too.” his mother said, sounding good-natured.
Lynn broke their embrace and began picking up the remaining trays of flowers to bring them onto the porch. Brian was standing behind her, his eyes glued to her backside as she bent over. Lynn raised her head and looked back to him, a tray in each hand.
“Are you going to stare at me or help me bring this stuff onto the porch?” she teased.
“How about both.” he retorted as he picked up a tray of flowers and her garden tools.
“I’m going to take a shower. I’m filthy.” Lynn announced later as they stood in the kitchen.
“Okay.”
Lynn went to the fridge and brought out a bottle of wine that was three-quarters full. She poured herself a large glass then went upstairs.
The hot water was soothing as Lynn sat in the tub. She took a drink of wine then leaned back, closing her eyes and resting the glass on the side of the tub. She drew in a deep breath as she thought over what had happened earlier with her and Brian. They were definitely flirting she conceded to herself, then soon assuaged her guilt by convincing herself it was still harmless. Her right hand slid down her stomach into the water until her fingertips moved over her clit. It was hard and she pressed down on it, clenching her jaw so a moan didn’t escape her mouth. She recalled the feeling of her son’s hands on her and how his hard cock looked in his shorts. As she pushed a finger deep in her pussy she imagined it was her son’s thick cock.
Brian poured himself a glass of soda then sat out on the porch drinking it as he fantasized about his mother. He cupped his balls through his shorts and ran his fingers over the outline of his hard cock. He wished he could take it out there and stroke it.
When Brian brought his empty glass back into the kitchen he noticed the bottle of wine his mother had left on the counter. There was still some left in it and he grinned as he picked it up and dashed upstairs.
Brian rapping at the bathroom door jolted Lynn and she snatched her fingers from inside her pussy.
“You left your wine on the counter, mom.”
“Just put it back in the fridge.” she called to him from inside the bathroom.
“I have it with me. I thought you might want some more.”
Her son’s boldness thrilled Lynn. “I’m in the tub, Brian.” she told him, hoping that would be enough to deter him.