After dinner Robbie went to the Living Room to watch some TV while Julia did the cleanup chores in the kitchen. Neither of them seemed able to concentrate on what they were doing. Julia finished up the dishes, having washed some of them twice by mistake, and went to join Robbie on the Living Room sofa. She asked him casually what he was watching, and Robbie realized that in fact he didn’t have a clue what he’d been staring at for the past several minutes. All he could think about now was that his beautiful mother was sitting close to him, her hips nearly touching his, in those damned tight jeans that fitted so snugly over her shapely hips and ass cheeks. His cock was already stirring in his pants. He glanced over at her, and saw the little bumps her nipples made in the front of her stretch T-shirt. My mother is so fucking hot, he thought with amazement. His cock kept growing, and stiffening, and would soon become uncomfortable. He shifted his position slightly, to give his cock a little more freedom, and his leg accidentally brushed against his mother’s. He drew his leg away quickly from hers, mumbling a lame apology for his clumsiness.
“Don’t be silly, dear,” she laughed, and gave his upper leg an affectionate little pat and a squeeze. She couldn’t help but notice the bulge in Robbie’s pants crotch.
“We need to have a serious talk,” she said.
She picked up the remote control from the coffee table and switched off the television set. Robbie said nothing.
“About this morning,” she began.
“Oh shit, Mom, I didn’t mean to …” Robbie started to say.
“Shut up,” Julia said firmly, but with a smile. “Let me finish.”
Robbie sat quietly, afraid that he was in for at least a lecture, if not something worse.
Julia went on, looking straight ahead rather than at him. “I wouldn’t have left my bedroom door open when I was changing my clothes if I’d known you were still in the house. And you should have knocked to let me know you were there at my door.”
“Yes, Mom,” said Robbie meekly.
Julia turned to face her son directly, and she looked deep into his eyes. She rested her hand on his thigh again, and this time she left it there.
“You’re not a child any more, and seeing your mother in her sexy underwear probably had an effect on you that I didn’t intend. I think I may have excited you … sexually … but I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
Robbie just nodded. How could she have known that she’d done that?
“But I’m not sorry it happened,” she added.
“Huh?” thought Robbie. He could only stare at her in stunned silence.
“I didn’t mean to turn you on this morning,” she said. “But then I didn’t mean to turn myself on, either. But that happened too.”
Julia’s hand on her son’s leg moved in slow circles, caressing him.
“Did you like the way I looked?” she whispered as she leaned forward and let her mouth just briefly touch his.
Robbie couldn’t answer. He seemed to be having trouble breathing.
“Did you think I looked sexy, Robbie?”
“Uh … you looked terrific, Mom,” he managed to blurt out.
Her lips touched his again, this time more lingeringly.