Aiden sat transfixed, mesmerized as if questioning reality. He was putty in her hands.
She raised the skirt higher until her bare hip was exposed and the fabric pooled in front of her like a small apron. Her fingers hooked into the sides of her panties and pulled them down, down her thighs, past her knees and toned calves until they fell in a puddle on her pumps. Her fingers dropped the skirt and she stepped out of the tiny black unmentionables. Being ever the lady, she bent over and picked them up, then set the garment on the coffee table next to her son’s drink.
With his eyes still locked on her, she sat back in the chaise and crossed her legs.
“Did you really just do that?”
“Do what?” she asked.
“You… Your… Did you just take off your panties in front of me?”
“Yes.”
The rain picked up outside, but it did nothing to nullify the intense thundering of his pulse that rang in Aiden’s ears.
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to.”
He sat still, partially fearful she could hear his heartbeat hammering away while he tried to slow it with long, deep breaths.
“Now, Aiden, my question,” she said. “What are you thinking about now?”
His eyes focused on her underwear beside his drink, laid out neatly and barely within arm’s reach.
“I’m… not sure I should say,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.
“I would like you to try.”
His hand moved out toward her underwear as if by instinct. What did they feel like? Were they still warm? Did they have her scent? Her taste? She must want him to know. She had placed them near him for a reason, right? All he had to do was reach out a little further and find out. Yet at the last moment, he hesitated, his hand stopped and hovered over the sheer cloth. Evelyn watched as he picked up his glass instead and drained the rest of its contents.
“Well?” she asked.
Aiden’s eyes studied her as he swished the drink in his mouth before swallowing.
“Many thoughts are running through my mind.”
“Such as?”
He took a deep breath.
“Well, for one, my mother just took off her panties in front of me.”
“I did.”
“And you are now treating this like it’s not a big deal.”
“Is it?”
“How could it not be?”
“Did you see anything?”
“… No?”
Evelyn shrugged.
“Then how is it any different now than a moment ago?”
“Because now I know.”
“You know what?”
“That you’re not wearing any panties under your skirt.”
“So?”
“So I’m struggling to think of why you did that.”
“Has a woman ever done that in front of you?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Why did they do that?”
“You know why. I still don’t understand why you did.”
“I already told you; I wanted to.”
“Great, you wanted to. So how am I supposed to take that? As long as your panties are sitting on the table, all I can think about is where they are not.”
“Which would be where?”
“Mom, don’t play coy with me.”
“I’m not being coy. I want to know what you are thinking about.”
Face flushed red, Aiden bit his tongue, eyes narrowed on his mother and fighting desperately to ignore the heat that was building in his core.
“You know, this whole evening, you’ve been toying with me; with chess, with the pawn trick, and now whatever this is. So, I think this is another game of yours just to mess with me.”
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