“I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry. I’m going to make supper. If you want to stay then you’re going to help.”
It was an easy decision. Even though it was torturous not being allowed to touch Mom, there was no way I was going anywhere when she was very nearly naked and making no attempt to cover up. My erection was begging for attention, but it was just going to have to wait. Despite how relaxed things were between Mom and me, I wasn’t ready to pull my cock out and start masturbating in front of her.
Mom went to the counter and opened one of the drawers. She pulled out an apron and started putting it on.
“Hey, that’s cheating,” I said.
“Honey, I’m not going to do this without something on. I’ve done enough cooking to know that even if you don’t think you’re going to spill something hot on yourself, it can happen.”
“I… fine.”
Mom tied the apron in place and got to work. I soon decided I didn’t mind the change in attire. I still got to see a lot of side-boob, and it was somehow more interesting having her body partially hidden. Besides, it did nothing to block my view of her butt, so I could still stare at that all I wanted. Her panties weren’t exactly skimpy, but they left a lot of skin uncovered.
“Here, peel these,” Mom instructed me.
She handed me a few potatoes and a pot. I grabbed a peeler out of the utensil drawer and got set up. She put a package of frozen sausages in the microwave to defrost, then got some carrots out and began peeling those while I did the potatoes.
I couldn’t stop sneaking peeks at Mom while I was supposed to be helping. I had been horny before I even started, and it was only getting worse. Mom swayed slightly and hummed to herself as she peeled carrots and cut them up. Her body was alluring enough to me without her drawing extra attention to it. She finished with the carrots before I’d managed to do a single potato.
Mom looked over at my progress and smiled. She rolled her eyes when I met her gaze, but she didn’t say anything. She knew exactly why I was distracted.
“I’m getting there,” I said defensively.
“I know, sweetie.” Mom ruffled my hair affectionately. “It’s not fair to expect you to concentrate, is it?”
“Not really, no.”
Mom helped me finish up my task, then put the potatoes and carrots on to cook. I was much happier staring at her ass while she took care of things then trying to divide my attention. Once the food was on the stove heating up, she turned back to me.
“That looks kind of uncomfortable,” she said
She looked meaningfully at the obvious tent in my pants. It had been demanding my attention for so long that it had become less urgent to me, but the mere idea of Mom potentially doing something about it immediately put it back on top of my priority list.
“It is kinda,” I said. “It should probably get taken care of.”
“Mm-hm.” Mom bit her lip and hesitated. She preceded in a softer voice. “Honey, I hate to be like this, but there’s a chance I’m going to change my mind again. I don’t want to start something and leave you hanging like I did last night.”