She smiled at him and then pulled at the cabinet door in front of her to demonstrate what she meant. The child lock was caught on the inner lip of the cabinet, preventing the door from opening more than an inch. His mom pulled the door and slammed it shut a few times, trying to slip it free.
“Sure, let me give it a try.” Justin took a deep, calming breath, and walked over to the cabinet. His mother stepped aside, standing close enough to him for Justin to be able to feel her body heat, and smell the scent of the shampoo she’d been using in the shower.
He pulled with all his strength, but the door resisted with the stubborn insistence of a mule wearing lead boots. After a couple of seconds, he let go of the handle and took a step back.
“It won’t open,” he said.
“That’s why I called out down here.” His mother closed the already short distance between them and set a hand on his chest. “Maybe… we could try together?”
There was a hint of something in her words that said more than anything else could. Justin felt the temperature of the room skyrocket and tried to keep his emotions in check as he faced his gorgeous, barely clothed mother.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll be in front,” she said. “You grab onto me, and pull. Just pull as hard as you can, and really give it everything you have.”
Justin felt an excited shiver run up his spine.
This is a bad idea!
“Is there any way you can make do without getting it open?” he asked.
Emily shook her head slowly and shifted so that her breasts were jutting out, defying the robe to keep them held in and tempting Justin’s eyes.
“I need what’s inside, Justin,” she said. “For something I’m cooking.”
“But…” He winced, feeling the aching pain of his cock fighting for dominance of his mind. “I just don’t know if it would work.”
“I think it will get the cabinet open,” his mom whispered. “Sometimes you just have to go for it, and worry about what works and what doesn’t later.”
Justin met her eye for a second and then looked away, breathing out hard as though fighting for oxygen against the tide of tension.
I’m making a mountain out of a molehill. It’ll be fine.
He nodded, and she flashed him a doting, motherly smile. She turned toward the cabinet, slowly leaned over, and gripped the handle tight in her hands.
She managed to keep that air of motherly elegance and poise about her, even as the robe slipped up her thighs, exposing the bottom edge of her beautiful buttocks. She smiled at Justin and nodded to the cabinet.
“Just grab onto my waist and give it your all.”
Justin felt as though time was moving at the speed of molasses. He took one step forward, and then another, and then slowly brought his hands to rest on either side of his mother’s waist. His cock was threatening to spear a hole through his boxers and sweat pants.
He leaned forward and the tip of his bulge accidentally grazed his mom’s butt. It felt like he’d probed the pleasure equivalent of a hot stove, tingles of lust coursing through his erection from the point of contact.
“Make sure you’re tight against me,” she whispered. “Just push right up as close as you can get.”