Evelyn beamed up at him.
“Come now, let’s finish the game,” she said while reaching down and taking his hand, dragging him back to the chairs.
“Mom, you know as well as I that the game is over.”
“Was it?” Her voice was coy and playful.
“Obviously. Your Queen strikes again.”
“She is quite devastating, isn’t she? You up for another round?”
“I think I’m good with chess for a while.”
“Well then, any other games in mind, my dear sweet boy?” Evelyn asked while stretching her body with a groan.
Aiden tried not to watch but couldn’t take his eyes off the femininity of her form stretched and on display. The way the buttons on her blouse strained from her expanding bust. The way her back arched, neck extended gracefully. He never had to wonder why he compared every girlfriend to this woman. She was a goddess, he just hoped that she knew.
As for the goddess herself, for the briefest of moments, she felt his eyes on her form. Her dear, sweet boy. The way he looked at her then, it had been a while since a man looked at her that way. Even before…
“Aiden, what game should we play now?” she asked again.
“Um,” he mumbled, then coughed. “Nothing comes to mind.”
“Mmmmmm,” she purred blissfully as she lay across the chaise. “I suppose it may be too dark to play anything anyway. But I don’t know about you, I’m not quite ready to call it a night.”
“Same,” he replied as he swirled the liquor in his glass.
Her head lay on her arm as she stared at her son, marveling at the man he had become. Her heart swelled with pride.
“This has been nice,” she said.
“Hmm?” Aiden said, looking up.
“This,” she repeated, gesturing to the room. “All this. You, me, spending time together. Especially tonight. I like talking with you.”
“I like talking with you too.”
Aiden smiled and then lowered his eyes to the chessboard. Reaching out, he picked up a single white pawn and tossed it around in his hand.
“You doing okay over there?” Evelyn asked, raising an eyebrow while showing a playful smirk.
“Yeah, I’m just… trying to figure out how you did it.” Aiden closed his fist and opened it to find the pawn still sitting exactly where he left it. “Had to have been a trick pawn or something.”
“Maybe I’m just good with my hands,” Evelyn said with a shrug.
“Jeez, really, Mom?”
“What?
“Do you have to go and make everything… sexual?”
Evelyn’s mouth hung open.
“I did no such thing! If anything was made sexual, it was because you took it that way, which says a lot more about you, young man.”
“Me? What?”
“Yes! You. Just because someone says they’re good with their hands doesn’t necessarily imply ‘handjobs’ all the time.”
“Fine, alright! I’m sorry. Can we drop it?”
Evelyn stared at him and took a heavy swig of scotch. She let it swirl in her mouth as she leaned back in the chaise lounge.
“For what it’s worth, I was quite good at that too.”
“Mom!” Aiden’s face flushed red.
Evelyn hid her smile behind her glass. Upon seeing her son’s reaction, she was more pleased with herself than she knew she should be. She took a moment, a breath, and composed herself.
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