He covered his eyes as he saw me standing there almost nude. “Mom,” he protested. “You shouldn’t be standing around dressed like that.”
“Why not?” I was belligerent, “This is my house.” I was also stirred.
“Yes, but I am your son. I shouldn’t see you like this.”
“Like what? There is nothing here you haven’t seen before.”
He moved his hand away from his eyes and gave me a full look. A solid, piercing look, where I knew he took in the full view. My heart jumped with joy. I felt my pussy liquefying. I had goose bumps all over and they were so strong they were visible from a distance.
“I guess you are right, mom. I am sorry.” He backed off but not before giving me another good and hearty look.
“You want some coffee?” I asked.
“Yeah, may be a cup.”
He went to the TV room and I heard the noise start from one of the channels. I made two cups and took them to where he was. I sat next to him on the sofa and we both drank our coffees in silence.
I sat there for a while longer. He didn’t say anything. He simply kept flipping through the channels. I finally decided to go up. I had my fill of the day and I wanted to get into bed and may be dream about things a little.
I could feel his eyes on my back as I walked away from him. I turned to look at him when I was at the base of the stairs. He had diverted his attention to the TV again. I put my right foot on the second step and rested my right hand, palm down, on my thigh. I held that pose for a while and waited for him to look. He didn’t and soon I realized that he was actually trying very hard to avoid looking at me. I knew why, and once again I felt flattered beyond belief. I was very wet by then.
I finally had to call his name to draw his attention to me.
“Yes, mom.”
He looked at me and tried to seem casual. I knew he wasn’t because I could see his eyes moving from my face to my breasts to my stomach, pause at my pubic area, down my legs, onto my feet and beyond, until finally he focused them on the floor just in front of me. He was trying not to check me out; but had done just that in that one glance.
I held my breath as my heart pounded my chest from within and asked in a very shaky voice, “Does this excite you?”
He looked up at me and held his gaze on my breasts. “No,” he replied.
“Well, if it doesn’t excite you then what is the problem?” I tried to control my erratic breathing by taking a few quick gasps. I couldn’t believe how hot my body was. I couldn’t believe how horny I was.
“I think it is just wrong.”
My heart was beating so fast that I could practically hear it. I stumbled through my next sentences, “In that case…I’ll make…you a deal…I won’t…come in front…of you like…this…if…you don’t…come…in…front of me…shirtless.”
“Why?”
His question was automatic and I had hoped that he would ask that very question so I could say to him what I so strongly needed to say to him. I leaned towards him just enough so he could take in a better view of my breasts and replied, “Because, it has the same effect on me as I am having on you right now.”