“This time it’s not wine.” he said, hoping to lighten the mood.
“And it’s not on my boob.” said with a nervous laugh.
“I’m sorry about that,” he said “I got carried away.”
“So did I,” she replied “but it’s okay.”
Brian’s eyes fell into the opening of his mother’s dress. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Lynn felt arousal build in her once more as her son peered down the front of her dress. She put her right arm around his shoulder as her way of letting him know his attention was wanted. His back felt firm and she ran her hand up and down it.
“You know what?” she said.
“What?” Brian asked, finally looking up to her face.
“You’re the first guy to touch me there since your father.”
Brian let his mother’s revelation sink in for a moment, then he smiled. “I bet a lot of guys want to though.”
Lynn’s laugh rang out. “I’m not so sure about that.”
“I know I shouldn’t say this,” he began “but I guess we can be more honest now. You’ve got really nice ones, mom.”
“Thanks… I guess.” she replied.
“You guess?”
“Well,how should a mother respond to a compliment like that from her own son anyway?”
Brian shrugged and the corner of his mouth turned up. “I don’t know, but you do. You’re a babe!”
Lynn smiled, amused by her son’s choice of words. “Having nice boobs makes me a babe, does it?”
“No, it’s more than that,” he elaborated “all of you looks great — head to toe. You don’t see me staring at your butt because you don’t have eyes in the back of your head.”
“You gave it a hard smack this afternoon…”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay. The hot bath made it feel better.” she joked.
Brian slid his hand down his mother’s back over her left hip to her ass. He gave her cheek a hard squeeze, feeling her flesh mould to his hand. “It does feel nice.” he told her.
Lynn smirked but did not tell him to move his hand from where it was. His caress had caused her dress to move up so more of her thighs were uncovered. Brian looked down at them, wondering if she would let him feel them too, but afraid to try.
“Your legs are so smooth.” he said, sounding amazed.
“I shaved when I had my bath.” she explained.
“Just your legs?” he prodded.
Lynn let out a shy giggle. “No.” she whispered, avoiding his eyes.
“Mmmm…” Brian moaned as he gave a blatant stare down towards her lap.
“Oh, be good.” she exhorted, giving his shoulders a gentle shake.
Brian and his mother lost track of time as they discussed a variety of things, avoiding any sexual topics as they sat on the porch arm in arm the rest of the evening. Eventually the sky grew darker, telling them night was approaching. It was becoming cool and Brian noticed how hard his mother’s nipples were but was unsure if it was from the night air or arousal.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“A little.”
“I thought so. You look it.” he said.
Lynn looked down at the front of her dress. She smiled then her eyes moved up to her son’s.
“Let’s go in then.” he told his mother.
Brian let go of his mother and stood up. He extended his hand to her and she gripped it for him to help her to her feet. Brian tugged her inside and closed the door behind them.