When Jake walked into the living room, he stopped in his tracks at the sight of Chelsea in the center of the room on her yoga mat. Maybe it was just the outfit, but she looked even more incredible than the last time he’d seen her. The tight, black yoga pants showed every curve of her toned legs, and the sports bra fit her medium sized breasts to perfection. Her exposed stomach glistened with drops of sweat in the sunlight pouring in from the window, and her long, blonde ponytail draped lazily down her back as if completing some majestic yoga pose.
From downward dog, Chelsea gave a start when she saw that someone else was in the house, but her alarm turned into a smile when she recognized the stranger to be her son.
“Jake,” she said happily. “I wasn’t expecting you. Are you just dropping by or can you stay a while?”
“I came for the weekend,” he said realizing it would’ve been polite to at least give her a call while still on the road. “I know I should’ve called, but it was a spur of the moment thing. I hope that’s alright.”
Chelsea got up and crossed the room wrapping her son in her arms and pulling him close. “You’re always welcome anytime,” she told him. “And besides, there’s nothing planned for this weekend which makes you being here even better.”
Jake could feel her warm sweat moistening the front of his shirt. It made him want their hug to last longer, but instead he broke it off early. There was a familiar stirring in the front of his pants, and he thought it best to get some distance before Chelsea felt it too.
“Is my dad still at work?” He asked.
Chelsea shook her head with an instant cold shoulder. “He’s away on a business trip for the month. At least that’s what he told me.”
Trouble in paradise? Jake wondered. She looked uneasy about it. If problems really were on the horizon, he didn’t want to pry. After all, Jake’s own relationship drama made him very aware of how important it was keeping some things to himself. “Then it’s just you and me?”
“Just you and me,” she confirmed instantly letting the cold shoulder melt away. “I’m kind of gross from earlier. I’ll grab a quick shower and be right back. Are you alright taking care of dinner?”
Jake looked at her incredulously. “You actually trust me to cook.”
“Not a chance. The takeout menus are next to the fridge. Just pick something that goes with wine. I want a drink.”
Jake watched as his mother climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Each step accentuated the shape of her body, and Jake tried not to notice only to find himself staring. Letting his eyes follow her figure until it disappeared out of sight, he shook himself out of the moment. Yoga pants or not, it was still his mother. That was reason enough to not stare in the future. Jake went into the kitchen to distract himself.
Chelsea loved her wines. She had a small wine rack that was always fully stocked. Just like her sister who preferred rich flavors over sweetness, she drank mostly reds and could rarely stomach a white. Chardonnays and Rieslings made Chelsea feel like she was drinking pure sugar water. That’s why they and ones like it had no place in her home. Knowing all the bottles would be delicious, Jake scanned the labels before choosing one at random. Any red would pair well with Italian, and he found a takeout menu to match. The food was delivered and dished onto plates by the time Chelsea came back downstairs.