Evelyn uncrossed her legs, knees now separated a mere inch. Aiden’s eyes instantly darted to the dark space beneath her pencil skirt.
“Are you looking for confirmation?”
“I… You…” He shook his head in disbelief. “This has to be a trick. Another sleight of hand, or something.”
She parted her legs further, just barely, and watched her son’s eyes flick down to catch her subtle movement.
“Yet you still look.”
“It’s a reflex. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not upset.”
“I know, but when a beautiful woman does something like that-“
“You think I’m beautiful?”
“… Of course I do. You’re gorgeous.”
Evelyn’s heart fluttered, cheeks reddened, and her resolve hardened.
Once more, she stood. Aiden watched each and every move that she made as his mother crossed the small space to stand in front of him, her legs slightly parted. Her footing was strong, proud, and sure as she looked down at him with a fiery love in her eyes.
Aiden’s couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She stood so close he could smell the sweetness of her perfume. Her stomach at his eye level, directly in front of his face. Both her long, smooth legs ran down to the floor where she stood proudly in her high heels, feet set shoulder-width apart. Just enough room for the skirt to stretch taut between her legs, leaving a vacuum of unexplored space between her thighs shielded from his view.
“Would you like to know for sure?” she asked him.
“W-what?” Aiden stammered as he looked up at her.
“I believe your heard me.”
“Mom?”
“It’s like you said; it could have been a trick. They might still be there.”
“Or…”Aiden’s voice was raspy, barely a whisper.
“Or I might not be wearing anything at all.”
Her hands bunched fabric at the base of the skirt, pulling the hem up ever so slightly.
“It’s your move, Aiden.”
Aiden looked at her, at what was being offered, and his nervousness gave way to laughter.
“This is too much. You’re just playing with me.”
“Everything’s a game,” she said.
His eyes narrowed on hers.
“Would you do it? Would you show me?”
She nodded.
“If you want me to,” she replied. “Or, there are other ways you could find out.”
Both mother and son stared into each other’s eyes. The challenge had been placed.
Aiden felt his heart booming in his chest as his hands raised to her knees.
“Before you do,” she said, only the slightest quiver in her voice. “I want you to consider what will happen either way. What you will find if proven right or wrong, and what that means for us. Do you understand?”
Evelyn watched his face shift from hesitant to purposeful. His hands moved like reflections and closed the distance to her skin, his fingertips brushing her bare knees. The sudden touch was like a jolt for them both, and even though she fought against it, a slight gasp escaped Evelyn’s lips.
Ever so slowly, his hands traveled up, slipping under the edge of the fabric and gliding against her soft, supple thighs.
Now he had a choice, and Evelyn bit her lip in wonder and anticipation. Would his hand travel inside or out? Being the gentlemen, her son chose the latter and moved to the outside of her leg as it drifted higher and higher until his fingers spread against her bare hip finding only the feeling of her skin.
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