“I had a feeling this might attract your attention,” Mom said in an amused voice.
Her back was to me on an angle, and she briefly looked over her shoulder at me. I met her gaze, not embarrassed in the slightest at having been so predictable.
“I meant what I told you this morning,” I said.
“About how you think I’m the most beautiful woman in the world, or some flattering nonsense like that?”
“Not my exact wording, but yes, essentially.”
Mom shed her shirt, leaving her upper body covered only by her bra. I moved behind her and noticed her tense slightly at my approach. She tried to feign indifference to my presence, but she couldn’t control her involuntary actions.
I grasped her bra strap with my fingers, toying with it for a few seconds to see if she’d object. She didn’t say anything, so I unhooked it and let it fall. She didn’t try to stop its descent.
“You have quite the fixation with my chest, don’t you?” Mom said in what was probably meant to be a teasing sort of way. It fell a little short of the mark due to a slight quaver in her voice.
“Is that a bad thing?”
I reached around to her stomach, then slowly raised my hands until I encountered her breasts from beneath. I lifted them gently, feeling their weight and warmth in my palms.
“Some people would argue that is. Probably most people, really.”
“What about you?”
Mom sighed. “You already know what you do to me,” she said quietly.
“I s’pose I do.”
She let me play with her breasts for a few minutes without saying or doing anything. I didn’t try to hide that I was getting hard, but she didn’t acknowledge me poking her in the butt.
“Honey, you’re going to have to let me finish getting changed so I can go start supper.”
“You don’t need to get changed for that, do you?”
“I’d rather not cook in my work clothes.”
“So don’t wear them.”
Mom took my hands and pulled them away from her breasts. She turned and gave me a playful shove toward the door.
“You’re bad,” she said.
“Seriously,” I said. “Why put more clothes on if they’re just gonna come off again?”
Mom stared at me for a moment, then glanced down to the tent in my pants. She sighed theatrically.
“What am I going to do with you?”
“Well, I-”
“Out.” Mom said firmly. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
I was unable to hold back a faint smirk.
“Okay.”
I left the room and headed to the kitchen. I entertained myself with the fantasy of her coming out fully naked instead of changing into another outfit. It probably wouldn’t happen, but it was fun to think about.
When Mom finally came out, she immediately captured my undivided attention. She wasn’t naked, but she was so close to it that I didn’t care. She was wearing only a pair of panties and nothing else. She blushed furiously as she approached.
“I guess I just have to admit to myself that I like this kind of attention from you,” she said in a quiet voice. “I want it too much for my own good.”
“That works out well for both of us then,” I said.
I advanced on her as she came closer. Her breasts swayed slightly as she walked and made for tempting targets of my barely contained lust. She fended me off once I got within arm’s reach.