The terrycloth robe Lynn wore felt good on her skin as she looked through her closet for something to wear. She was still horny and wanted to lie on her bed and play with herself but she feared that if she took too long Brian would come looking for her. She slipped on a fresh pair of panties, pulling them tight against her wet lips and ran her fingers down over her mound. She brought a knee-length dress out of her closet and held it up. It was white with tiny yellow and pink flowers and a row of buttons down the front. As she put it on she decided to forgo wearing a bra, wondering how long it would take for her son to notice, or if he would comment. She left the top two buttons undone, knowing it showed enough cleavage to get Brian’s attention.
As Lynn descended the stairs she felt her breasts bouncing. She stopped at the landing and cupped them through her dress, rubbing her nipples with her thumbs until they swelled to their full size.
Brian was at the table with a sandwich and a glass of milk when she entered the kitchen. He looked up towards her, his eyes meeting her chest.
“What are you having?” she asked.
“Some ham I found in the fridge.” he answered.
“That sounds good,” she said “it’s too hot to eat much.”
Brian took another bite of his sandwich and glanced at his mother as she searched through the fridge. Her breasts swayed as she reached inside for some mustard and her dress clung to her ass. The sun shining from the door behind her streamed in, making her dress translucent. Brian could see the silhouette of most of her body through it.
As Lynn made herself a sandwich Brian finished eating, not wanting to be too obvious or drive her away with his lusty advances.
Lynn was hungry and quickly devoured her sandwich and glass of milk. She deposited her plate and glass in the sink then went and sat on the porch. The air was cooling off as evening approached and she was glad. She was pleased with how her flower bed looked and contemplated what else to do with it the next day. About ten minutes later the door opened and Brian came out and sat beside her.
“The flowers look nice.” he told her.
“Yeah, they do, but I thought you didn’t care about that sort of stuff.”
“Not really.” he said.
“Just like your dad.” she said with a bittersweet laugh.
It seemed to Brian that his mother seldom mentioned his father anymore and he was surprised by her comparison. He looked at the sad look on her face as she stared straight ahead.
“I miss him too,” Brian said, his voice shaky “I always will.”
Lynn nodded, fighting back tears welling in her eyes.
Brian wanted to give his mother a hug to try to console her, but after what had happened in the bathroom he was afraid she would misconstrue his intentions. Instead he watched her, feeling helpless.
Lynn wiped her eyes and looked at her son. She saw the pained expression on his face and slid closer to him then leaned on his shoulder. Following her lead Brian put his left arm around her shoulder and held her to him. She placed her hand on his leg just above his knee and rubbed her thumb over his skin. A few tears ran down her cheeks and Brian brushed them away with his right thumb. His mother smiled at him and sighed.