Incest/Taboo My Hot Mom

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"Mom?" I called out as I came downstairs.

She was nowhere to be seen. My dad had left for work and I knew Mom had not. Still, she had not been upstairs and, it was clear, she was not downstairs either. Though I had been away from home for a couple years to attend college, I had returned to spend the summer at home, and, having been back for a couple weeks, I felt sure that I understood their schedule.

Walking through the living room and kitchen, I glanced out the sliding glass door to make sure she wasn't taking a swim in the backyard pool. That's when I saw her in her swimsuit, standing by the pool.

She was breathtakingly beautiful. Wearing a very small bright yellow neon bikini that barely contained her big breasts and scarcely concealed her crotch from my eyes, I could see most of her beautifully flawless tanned skin. At five-four and one-fifteen Mom looked closer to twenty than her actual age of forty. Her hair, long and black, billowed down her back as she stepped away from the chaise where she had left her towel.

Unbidden, blood rushed to fill out my cock inside my shorts.

Seeing me at the door, she flashed me a smile; she was very pretty. Though her face was long, and her nose was a bit too big. She had a strong chin, sexy full lips, and pretty big brown eyes. Her black hair framed her features well. Her smile was beautiful.

It was her beauty that, despite her height and age, had landed her some great modelling gigs, and even more acting gigs, in recent years.

I waved at her, hoping that, because of the myriad reflections that were surely obscuring most of my body through the glass, she couldn't see the expression on my face or the growing bulge in my pants.

As she turned toward the pool, my eyes were drawn to her full round butt as the yellow bikini contrasted sharply with the tanned skin of her back and legs. She was firm and svelte as she approached the edge of the pool.

As she dove in and disappeared beneath the waves she created, I found that my mouth had grown dry, my heart pounding in my chest, and my cock was fully erect inside my shorts. I scolded myself as a pervert for lusting after my own mother, but it did no good. I knew she had no idea of the effect she had on me, because, if she had, I knew I would be out on my ass.

By the time she returned to the near side of the pool, I was gone, retreating upstairs to my room, which was actually the guest room since they had remodeled my old room into a photo studio in my absence. Dad was a photographer and Mom a model/actress, so they were always taking photos. I wanted to stroke my cock at the thought of my mom's sexy body but decided that it would only make me feel worse, so I refrained and tried to distract myself with other things until it was time for me to head off to work.

I had found a job as a waiter at a local restaurant. It was temporary, just for the summer; five days a week from noon to eight.

So, when I got home, the sun had set, Mom and Dad had already eaten, and they were sitting on the couch watching television.

"Welcome home, Steve," my mother greeted me.

As I glanced at her I saw that she wore a lace-trimmed pink nightie that consisted of spaghetti straps over each tanned shoulder, a plunging neckline that revealed her smooth chest and deep cleavage. The satin one-piece covered her tits, firm stomach, and hips, but ended abruptly, leaving her firm tanned legs bare. Her panties were not visible as she sat on the couch with her legs crossed.

I tried not to let the lust show in my voice as I replied, "Hey Mom".

"Well, it's about damn time!" Dad exclaimed.

"He works till eight," Mom softly informed him.

"Oh, well, the trash needs to be taken out," he instructed.

I knew better than to protest, despite my age. Dad was not one to be questioned unless you wanted to be slapped across the face, or worse. I headed toward the kitchen to take out the trash. I hauled the bags out the side door, put them in the can, and rolled it out to the street.

When I got back into the house, I found Mom in the kitchen and the television blaring noise from the living room. She was sitting at the table and gestured that I should sit beside her. When I did, she said, "You look very handsome in your work uniform."

I smiled at that.

"I always loved a man in uniform," she mused. Then she shook her head and said, "Anyway, it's going to be so nice having you home for the summer. I realize it's not going to be like old times because you've really grown up in the last two years."

I nodded at that. I felt like I had been a kid compared to whom I had become.

She looked seriously at me and said, "I want us to be close as adults; instead of adult and child; more like friends... or something."

I liked the sound of that. "You really think I've changed that much?" I asked.

"Yeah, you have really turned into a man. I hardly recognized you," she laughed.

I laughed with her. "Really?"

"Ask your father, I was still looking around for you well after we had spotted you at the airport," she told me. "I just thought to myself, I wonder who that tall handsome stud is over there? Turned out, it was you."

We shared a laugh at that too, but I was secretly really excited that Mom had found me attractive. Her closeness and her compliments had my cock filling out in my uniform slacks, but I didn't draw attention to it.

"Have you eaten?" she asked before the moment grew more awkward.

"Yes, the food is free for me at the restaurant, so I ate before I came home," I explained.

"Okay," she said, turning and standing up. Then she looked over her shoulder and said, "Just let me know if there's anything you need. I mean; anything at all!"

"Sure will," I replied without even thinking. Then, as I watched her walk into the living room, I wondered if she was just being nice or if she meant anything more by it. I finally decided that it must have been innocent, and my cock was just reinterpreting her words for me.

Back in the living room, I watched Mom sit back down on the couch. The nightie she wore was very short but, again, she sat with her legs crossed so her panties were not visible. Though I scolded myself that her comment had been innocent, I still had those forbidden thoughts. I wanted to see her panties.

I turned and headed up the stairs, down the hall, and into my room. I changed into my shorts and tee shirt. I only wore underwear to work but went commando everywhere else. The shorts were thin but long, basketball shorts, and, without underwear, I liked the way they rubbed against my dick.

Back downstairs, Mom and Dad sat side-by-side on the big couch, so I sat in the loveseat alone and watched television with them.

Later, as usual, after the news went off, Dad said, "Well, I'm off to bed."

Mom told him, "I'll catch the monologue and then be up right after."

"Do whatever you want. I don't give a shit," he said casually as he trudged up the stairs.

In response I heard Mom mutter to herself, "No, I don't suppose you do."

As usual, Mom watched The Tonight Show through the monologue and then headed up to bed. I watched for a while, considered watching some porn, but just ended up playing some video games until I got tired and headed to bed.

The next morning, I woke to find Dad had left for work and Mom was making breakfast.

Immodestly wearing only my boxers, I sat at the little glass dining room table and watched Mom in the kitchen.

Mom wore a white silk robe, tied tight to her slim waist. Though the robe was cinched securely, she did not cross the edges of the robe more than an inch at the waist, leaving a deep V of tanned flesh exposed from her neck to her belly. Her breasts were separated, showing the breastbone between, but also revealing the entire inner globes of her big tits, though no nipples were exposed.

My cock grew hard as I watched her, imagining what it would feel like to slide it between her full tits.

Mom gasped and said, "I didn't see you sitting there! Do you want juice or milk with your eggs?"

"Milk," I replied.

Mom looked at me for a moment longer and asked, "Are you going to put a shirt on or walk around in your boxers all day?"

I smiled at her and said, "I'll get dressed when it's time to go to work. Is it a problem? I mean, look how you're dressed."

She glanced down and said, "I see what you mean." Then she shrugged, laughed, and said, "Well, it's just us here. Do I need to close it up or open it more?" As she spoke, she grabbed the edges of her robe, closed it tight around her neck, opened it wide to reveal her tits, and then put it back in place the way it was before she started.

I was stunned. The image of my mom's tits was suddenly seared into my brain. Had she really just flashed me? I wanted to see more!

To let her know that it was okay for her to flash me whenever she wanted to, I finally said, "You can take your robe off completely and walk around in your panties, if you'd like. Do whatever you want, as long as I can walk around like this."

She laughed at that. "I think I'll leave the robe on, but, yeah, I'm fine with you walking around in your boxers. You look really good like that," she informed me.

"You look good in anything," I told her honestly. I was sure she had no idea of the effect she was having on me. She thought it was just us here and with her being my mom, anything was fine, since it wouldn't lead to anything else. Oh, how I wanted it to lead to something else. Of course, if I had done anything like that it would ruin my relationship with my mother, get back to my father, and I would find myself out on the street.

Mom was short, so when she when to open the cabinet and reach up to pull down a glass, her robe rode up, revealing her frilly pink panties which cupped her firm ass. No, she had no idea what she was doing to me.

My cock pulsed strongly in my boxers as I sat and watched.

When she was done, we sat and ate. As we talked, I spent most of the time looking down at my plate, but with my eyes rolled up, staring at the beautiful cleavage revealed by her somewhat-open robe. I studied the collar bones, the long expanse of chest leading down to her tits, small beads of sweat resting between, and her flat stomach, all tanned and sexy, contrasting sharply with the white silk.

Mom never noticed or, if she did, she gave no indication.

Later that same day, I was playing a video game in the living room when I heard Mom calling for me.

"Steve?" she shouted.

The sound was coming from outside and so I went to the backyard, through the sliding glass door, where I found my mother face down on a towel in the grass. She looked so sexy laying there, her neon yellow bikini covering her ass, but her back and legs were bare and tanned. "Yeah?" I croaked; my voice suddenly caught in my throat.

She looked over her shoulder at me and said, "Come here and put some of this sunscreen on my back. Please?"

Trying to hide my excitement, I casually said, "Sure." Quickly walking up and kneeling beside her, I grabbed the bottle. I examined her closely, running my eyes up her legs, studying the shapely curve of her ass, the narrow waist, the back muscles beneath the tanned flesh covered with small beads of sweat, the string of the bikini across the middle of her back, tied into a bow, and finally up her back to her neck where she had pulled her long black hair to the side.

She watched me until I had the bottle opened and was squirting the lotion into my hand, at which point she turned her head away, laid it down on the towel, reached behind her, and pulled at the bow which held her bikini top, exposing her back completely.

My cock grew hard in my boxers, as it was starting to do every time I looked at her, yearning to fuck my own mother. Lewd incestuous thoughts filled my head as I touched her. I rubbed the lotion slowly across her back, covering every inch of her smooth flesh, thrilling to how it felt under my hands.

I wanted to move down and work on her ass or legs, but as soon as I reached the small of her back she said, "Okay, that's good. Thanks Steve. You're a good son."

Though I was disappointed at not being able to go even farther, her telling me that I was a good son made what I was thinking feel even more wicked. I felt like shit for thinking of my mother like that, but I was also so turned on I worried that my cock would find the opening in my boxers and slip out. I also worried that Mom might turn around and see my condition.

"You'd better get to work," she added as she turned and took the bottle from me, the top of her bikini left on the towel and one of her beautiful breasts exposed to me as she took the bottle.

Unfortunately, I was more concerned with hiding my erection than watching her, so I almost missed it. I quickly turned away, stood up, and headed back into the house to take care of myself. I had to stop thinking about fucking my mother before something bad happened.

That night, after work, we were all sitting in our usual spots in the living room, watching television. Mom was in her pink nightie, just like every night, and Dad was more intent on complaining about Mom not getting a new acting gig and how expensive it was to put me through college than anything else.

Finally, when the news was over, Dad went up to bed, as usual.

Mom stayed, grabbed the remote, and asked me, "Are you going to watch my show with me?"

"Your show? Sure," I replied. I had no idea what show she was planning to watch but I loved the prospect of spending time alone with her. Though she was my mom, I was so attracted to her that all I could think about was coming up with a way to fuck her. None of the scenarios in my head were things I felt were realistic. So, though I really wasn't going to say or do anything, I was still happy she was staying up with me.

She scooted to one end of the couch and gestured to the other end saying, "Come sit with me so you can see better."

The loveseat, where I usually sat, was off to the side and so had a poor angle to see the TV. I nodded before I got up and sat on the far end of the couch, the middle seat separating us. I debated whether to sit in the middle but had no good excuse for that.

Mom changed the television station to one I rarely watched. Then, a moment after she changed it over, a short commercial stated, "Coming up next, a tale of forbidden love, it's Starting Over."

Mom turned her lamp off, leaving the room dark but for the TV. She said, "I know one of the actresses in this movie and I heard it was good."

It didn't take me long to figure out that the movie was a softcore movie about a woman who gets divorced. As we watched, the sex scenes were often and very short, filled with naked writhing actors but without a single dick or pussy to be seen.

Mom loved it, commenting all through the movie, "Oh she's pretty." "Those are some nice tits." "Look at his tan lines." "He's got a nice butt." "Young guys have so much energy." "There's my friend. We were up for the same part."

I had been spending my time trying not to laugh at the implausible story and bad acting, but when she mentioned her friend I asked, "For this part?"

"Oh, no, a different movie. You have to be really pretty for a part like that," she replied gesturing to the TV.

"You're a model," I rebutted incredulously.

"Well, I'm pretty, but not softcore porn pretty. You have to be prettier for that than you do for real porn," she explained.

"You've done real porn?" I asked, stunned but turned on.

"No, of course not, I'm just saying I'm not pretty enough for that," she explained.

"Well, I think you are," I told her, the thought of seeing her writhing around naked like that was making my cock swell in my shorts, making a bulge I hoped she didn't notice in the darkness. "You're pretty enough for any regular movie, softcore, or porn."

She laughed at that. "You're sweet, but you don't want to see these tits up there," she replied, pulling her nightie down and showing me her full tis for the second time that day.

This time I stared directly at her tits, lit only by the light of the TV, wishing I had an excuse to reach across and touch them. They were sexy tanned soft globes topped with small hard red nipples. I replied slowly, giving me more time to look at them, "They look really nice to me."

She pulled her nightie back into place and said wryly, "I wish the casting directors shared your opinion."

As we watched more of the movie, it took a turn where the divorced woman started fantasizing about having sex with her own son. I nearly swallowed my tongue when that became clear. I coughed.

"Is this movie making you uncomfortable?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Not at all," I lied.

She mused, "Well, I don't know about you, but this movie is turning me on."

I didn't reply to that, but I watched her over the next few minutes. Sure enough, as she stared at the screen, I could see that her nipples dented her nightie, her legs were no longer crossed, one hand laid flat on her chest, the other hand caressed her thigh, and her breathing was heavy. She was definitely turned on. As for me, my cock was as hard as a steel pipe, but it was mostly over my lewd thoughts of my mother and not as much over the movie.

Unfortunately, just as things were heating up, the movie ended.

Mom smiled at me and said, "See you in the morning. Don't stay up too late and I'll make you breakfast."

The next morning, I was awakened by my mother opening the door to my bedroom. I hadn't locked it. She came in carrying a breakfast tray. "Good morning," she greeted me with a smile.

As I sat up in bed, wearing nothing beneath the sheets, inasmuch as I slept nude, she placed the tray over my lap. It had milk as well as a plate of eggs, toast, and bacon. "'Morning," I replied.

When Mom had leaned forward the left strap of her pink nightie fell off her shoulder. Then, when the tray was in place she sat on the bed and the nightie fell enough to reveal her left breast fully. The dark red nipple was hard and her whole full firm breast was evenly tanned.

I tried not to stare, my cock growing erect beneath the tray.

"Steve, I wanted to ask you about your plans for next semester," she began.

Trying to pull my eyes up to hers, I replied, "Well, I have to re-take calculus, and then I was going to hit, maybe, eighteen hours."

She took a deep breath, her exposed breast seeming to swell as she did, my eyes glued to them as I pretended to look down at my plate of eggs. "Did you fail calculus?"

Again, working hard to look her in the eyes, I said, "No. I wasn't doing well, so I dropped it."

She shook her head, her black hair moving about her head and shoulders. "Does your father know?" she asked as a lock of hair fell across her exposed tit. Perhaps at the feel of it, but with no indication that she knew she had been exposed, she hooked her thumb under the strap and shrugged it back up onto her shoulder.

Disappointed that her wardrobe malfunction had come to an end, I resumed eating.

"Well?" she prompted.

"Huh?"

"Does your father know you dropped calculus?"

"No, I don't suppose he does," I told her.

"He's going to have a fit, if he finds out."

"Why?" I asked.

She looked at me as if I was an idiot. "Because he has to pay for it whether you pass, fail, or drop. By taking it again, your father is paying for it twice."

"Oh," I replied. I hadn't thought of it that way. "Can you, maybe, not tell him?"

As she got up, I caught sight of her pink frilly panties before her nightie dropped into place. She shrugged, sighed, and said, "Maybe. I'll think about it."

As she left the room, I became worried. If she talked to Dad about calculus it could mean trouble. He constantly complained about the cost of college and that might be the last straw.

A short while later I was in my boxers, as usual, in the living room, playing a racing video game, when Mom came in wearing her white silk robe. Again, it was open down the front to her waist. I immediately crashed the car as I watched her walk toward me. Her long black hair was wet.

She sighed and asked, "Son, do you know how to give a massage?"

I looked at her quizzically. Since she was so short, despite my sitting down, her big breasts were at my eye level. I couldn't tear my eyes away from them as I stupidly asked "Huh?"

"I'm so tense about this upcoming audition and I've tried running my shoulders under the warm shower, but that only works for a little while. What I need is a good massage. I have the oil," she said, showing me the bottle, "but I can't do it to myself. Well, not very well."

"Oh?" I replied.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Never mind, I'll try something else."

"I can do it," I told her quickly, not wanting the opportunity to get my hands on her slip away.

She smiled at me, handed me the bottle, and said "Great!" Then she turned her back to me and sat on the couch beside me.

As I put the controller down and fumbled with the oil bottle, Mom pulled her robe off her shoulders and let it fall down around her waist. She was nude from the waist up, but I couldn't see her tits since she had her back to me.

Finally, I spread some oil on my hands and began massaging her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and flawless; tanned and sexy. Her shoulders were indeed firm and so I kneaded them strongly.

"Oh, god, yes," she moaned.

It sounded so sexual to me, though I knew she was just enjoying the massage. My cock grew hard as I continued to work on her. The muscles in her shoulders slowly began to relax beneath my ministrations.

"Oh shit, that feels good," she purred. "You sure do know how to use your hands. We may need to do this more often."

"Any time," I piped up, not able to think of anything else to say.

"You are such a good son," she sighed. "I'll have to think of some way to repay you. Besides keeping quiet about calculus, of course."

My head swam with desire, but I didn't dare let on. Though her words seemed so suggestive to me, I couldn't bring myself to act on them. If it were my imagination, then one errant move on my part could destroy my relationship with my mother.

"Thank you," she finally said, as she rose, pulled on her robe, turned, and took the bottle from me. She bent down and kissed me on the cheek before retreating back upstairs.

After getting home from work I found Mom and Dad on the couch, as usual.

"Welcome Home," Mom said.

"Get me a beer," Dad ordered.

I fetched the beer for him before heading off to change.

When I returned and sat on the loveseat, I saw that they had lowered the center seat of their couch, which served as a pair of cup-holders and a little table. The beer occupied the far cup holder, beside Dad.

Mom, in her usual pink nightie, used the little table as an arm rest as she leaned away from me while watching TV. With her hips rocked away from me, I could clearly see the frilly pink panties covering her ass. I could even see where it covered her pussy.

I tried not to stare but it was dark enough in the room and they were distracted enough by the TV not to even notice me. My cock grew hard as I imagined sliding those panties down and slipping my dick inside her, or maybe lifting her leg and pressing my face against her pussy, my tongue licking and tasting her. It was just a fantasy, but it was mine.

After Dad went to bed and Mom finished watching the Tonight Show monologue, she gasped.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Shit!" she said angrily. Then she sighed despondently and said, "Oh fuck."

I waited.

She looked at me shaking her head. "I went to that audition today."

"Oh? How did it go?" I asked.

"Pretty well, I think. They asked me for some more up-to-date shots, and I told them it'll be in their inbox in the morning. If I have to get your Dad up to help me with them, he'll have a fit, but I can't do them by myself," she explained.

"I'll help you," I volunteered without knowing or caring what that might entail. I didn't want her to have to rely on Dad and I relished any time I got to spend alone with her.

She looked at me skeptically, thinking it over. She muttered, mostly to herself, "I know enough to set it up and if you mess up the framing, I can edit them." Then she smiled at me and said, "Okay, let's do it. I can still wake up your father if we can't get it right."

Though the studio, my former bedroom, was upstairs, it was far away from my parent's bedroom, on the opposite corner of the upstairs area. Mom went up the stairs before me and into the studio. She turned on the lights, got the camera ready, and then showed me how to operate it. So, I didn't have to do more than frame the shot and follow Mom's directions.

Mom took off her robe, leaving herself only in her frilly pink panties, exposing her hot body to my hungry eyes. My cock grew hard in my shorts, but I left it alone. If she noticed it, then that's what would happen.

I tried to concentrate on using the camera correctly and framing the shots as best I could. Mom went through her poses, exposing herself to the camera more in some shots, less in others; some shots close up; others farther away. It was all very challenging for me, but the shots were so exciting that my cock never shrank for a moment, uncomfortably hard in my shorts, tenting them obscenely and obviously.

Finally, when we were done, Mom put her robe back on and asked, "So what did you think? Any of them turn you on?"

"Yeah."

Mom looked down and said, "Wow, I guess so."

I thought, for sure, Mom was going to be furious at me for daring to get an erection over her. I braced myself.

Instead of castigating me, all she said was, "I hope the Casting Director feels the same way." With that, she took the camera from me and shooed me off to bed so she could go through them, do some editing, and e-mail them out.

As I stood out in the hall with my hard cock filling my shorts, I felt like I had just been through a whirlwind. I knew Mom was just trying to get her pictures done. I knew she didn't mean to get me hard except inasmuch as she wanted the photos to be sexy. I still wished I had the courage to try to do something to fuck her, damn the consequences.

I consoled myself that my lack of action was a good move.

The next morning was breakfast-in-bed again. Mom was dressed in her pink nightie, this time her long black hair gathered into a bun at the back of her head. "Wake up, sleepy head," she said.

I was surprised but delighted to see her. As I sat up, I told her, "I thought you were up all night."

"Only for a few hours," she replied as she placed the tray over my lap, leaning forward such that was able to see down her pink nightie and the silhouette of her firm breasts dangling from her chest.

"Good," I said, staring at her breasts, unable to look away.

Mom sat on the bed beside me to my left. With her right foot on the floor she put her left foot on the bed and, wrapping her arms around her left leg, rested her chin on her left knee. "I'm exhausted," she told me, her eyes closed to rest them a moment.

I nearly spit out the sip of milk as the treasure I had sought but never discovered was revealed to me in the most casual and unaware fashion. See, with her leg up on the bed as it was, I was able to see her crotch. It was then that I discovered that Mom wore no panties that morning. I had finally, at long last, caught sight of that most elusive of prey, my mother's pussy.

For a woman of forty years, her crotch looked young. With no hair in sight, her slit was pink and slightly opened near the bottom, revealing more pink flesh there. My mouth watered, wanting to taste her so badly, my cock, again, fully hard below the tray.

"I'll bet you are tired," I told her slowly, staring at her pussy, unable to turn away, like a deer gazing at oncoming traffic. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I knew that if I did something like that she would completely freak out. So, I just gawked at it, studying and committing every aspect of the view to memory.

I just barely managed to pull my gaze to the side when Mom looked at me, sighed, and said, "I wouldn't have been able to do it without your help, Steve. You're a good son."

I smiled at that. She was just tired. She didn't mean to turn me on so. I told her, "Any time, Mom. You know I'm always here for you."

She nodded and smiled. "Yes, I do." Then, without another word, she stood up and left.

My head swam with naughty thoughts that I tried, and failed, to suppress.

"Steve?" came the faint familiar call from my mother. It had been less than an hour after she had dropped off breakfast. I was just about to get dressed for work, having finished the meal and all my bathroom activities. So, I was in my robe. I dropped my robe and pulled on my boxers before I started looking around for Mom.

I found her out by the pool lying on a towel in the grass, garbed in the familiar neon yellow bikini.

When she heard me open the sliding glass door she asked, lying on her stomach but looking at me from over her shoulder. "Can you rub some sunscreen on me? Please?"

"Of course," I told her. I didn't know how much more of this I could take but I couldn't say 'no'. As I knelt beside her, took the bottle, and applied the sunscreen to her shoulders, my cock grew hard in my boxers, quickly tenting them. I wanted to fuck her so badly.

"Mmm, nice," she murmured. "It's like getting a massage at the same time." She reached behind her and pulled the bow of the bikini top, letting the strings fall away and reveal to me her bare back and the sides of her firm breasts as they were squished to the towel.

"So, when do you tan you front?" I asked as I boldly applied the sunscreen down her sides, something I had not done the previous time. I slowly worked my way down toward her breasts. I was so horny that I could barely think straight.

Instead of objecting, Mom raised her arms up to give me better access, though she remained laying on her stomach and tits. "In the afternoon, after you've gone to work."

My fingers caressed the sides of her warm breasts where they met the towel, but Mom didn't rise up and I didn't press in. So, without lingering too long, I moved on down to her waist. Her skin was so soft against my fingers, her muscles firm beneath. "Why?"

"Why do you think?" she replied rhetorically.

I really didn't know, but I didn't want to let her know that her reply went over my head. I didn't pursue the subject.

When I reached the small of her back she said, "Please do the backs of my legs, too."

"No problem," I replied. With a new dollop or two of sunscreen I worked my way up her legs. From her calves, to the backs of her knees, to her firm sexy thighs I slowly applied the sunscreen, my hard dick obscenely tenting my boxers. I moved slowly, massaging as I went.

When I neared the top of her thighs Mom did the unthinkable. She reached down, pulled the bows on either hip, and pushed the flap of material covering her ass, saying, "I'm going to tan my butt today, so, though it might be a little weird, could you please apply some to my ass?"

With her bikini bottom off, I could clearly see her slit below. Well, not as clearly as I had an hour earlier. Of course, this time, she knew she was showing it to me. Suddenly nervous, I went back up to her lower back and worked my way down with the sunscreen. I cupped her firm ass in my hands. Her butt was a little big for her frame, but I found it sexy. I imagined if it would jiggle very much if, at that moment, I slipped my cock into her pussy and started fucking her.

"How's it going?" she asked.

I had lingered a bit too long on her ass and she was getting suspicions. "Sorry," I said as I quickly worked my hands lower until I was at that point; the one where her ass and legs met. I put sunscreen at the bottom of her ass and then, in a bold move, slid a hand down her inner thigh, just barely brushing against her pussy with the edge of my hand.

"Hey," she gasped. "The sun doesn't shine there," then she laughed.

"Sorry! All done," I said, unable to laugh with her as my cock found the opening to my boxers and peeked its head out.

"Thanks," she told me without glancing at me. "You're a good son."

I beat a hasty retreat inside, cursing myself for being so foolish as to actually touch her like that. She had just laughed it off, but she sure objected pretty quickly. I had to be careful.

After work, I was so relieved it was Friday night. Two days off. I didn't work the weekend shifts. They left that to their best workers. I was temporary and new.

I came in through the side door, grabbed a beer, and took it to Dad. He actually said, "Thanks."

They still had the center down on the couch and he used the cup holder. As usual, Mom was leaning on it as she watched. I was excited by that thinking I'd get to stare at Mom's panties again that night. I hurried to my room to change into my tee-shirt and shorts.

When I returned to the loveseat I, at first, thought she had on a different color or type of panty. She wore the same pink nightie and had her hips tilted to the side like the prior night, but her panties looked different. It was difficult to tell for a few minutes as my eyes adjusted to the low light level of the living room. Slowly it became clear to me; Mom wore no panties.

As Mom sat there, I could finally make out her slit, her ass and even her asshole. She kept her thighs together so her slit remained closed but there it was, pink and clean-shaved or maybe even waxed.

Did she know she wore no panties? She had to know. So, was she aware that she was showing it to me? She didn't give any indication that she did. Admittedly, she had been sitting there watching TV for an hour or two before I arrived, so it was entirely possible that it just didn't cross her mind. Should I say something about it? If I didn't say anything about it, she would have to know I had been looking. However, Dad was sitting right there and there was no fucking way I would say anything in front of him. His reaction could be to kick me out of the house or to berate Mom as a slut. I didn't want to know what he would do. I didn't think Mom was really afraid of him, but I was scared.

After the news went off, Dad stayed up and we all watched The Tonight Show. The entire time had me stealing glances or sometimes staring at Mom's exposed pussy. One time she lifted her leg, spreading her gorgeous slit, but she settled it back down quickly.

They went up to bed together, wishing me a good night.

The next morning was Saturday morning, so neither Dad nor I had to work. I went downstairs in my tee-shirt and shorts. I did not walk around in my boxers when Dad was home. What did that say about me?

The three of us ate breakfast, Dad in his shirt and jeans and Mom in a short summer dress. Mom's dress was green with the pattern of little white flowers all over it. It came to above mid-thigh on her and the top of the dress was held in place with thin straps over each shoulder.

After breakfast we all went into the living room to watch more television. Eventually, Dad grew bored and went to the garage to work on his car.

Mom scooted to one end of the couch, turned and put her feet on the middle section. "Steve, would you please come be a dear and rub Mommy's feet?"

"Sure," I said, leaving the loveseat to sit on the near side of the couch. I took one of her bare feet in my hand and began rubbing it. The skin was soft, and I loved the chance to touch her.

"Mmm, that feels nice," she purred.

I continued to rub her feet, pressing my thumb into first this area then that one. I knew that different areas of the feet had nerves that were connected to different areas of her body. I wished I knew which spots connected to which areas.

"Wow, you have strong hands," she murmured.

I had been massaging her far foot, her left one, so when she pulled that one back and lifted her near foot to me, I could clearly see up her short dress. She wore no panties and I, again, could clearly see her pussy.

"No panties?" I asked without thinking. Well, there was a little thinking I had been doing over the last few days. While I enjoyed the flashing, I wanted her to know that I had noticed. I also wanted to know her intentions. Was she playing around or was she serious? At the same time, I wanted to be sure Dad was absolutely nowhere around. So, this was that moment.

She laughed and asked, "Is that a problem? How about this?" Then she pulled her top down, a thumb under each strap, and exposed her tits to me.

She was laughing the whole time, so I laughed with her. I had no idea if she was just that uninhibited or if she wanted me to jump her. My cock grew hard as I stared for a moment, looking at both her tits and her pussy in the well-lit room. "No, not at all," I began to tell her.

"So, I think I need to take it to the shop," Dad said loudly as he came in from the back door.

Mom pulled her top back up and put a foot on the floor and crossed her legs, pulling her foot from my hands. "Oh?" she asked him.

"Yeah," he said as he came into the living room. "What the fuck are you two doing?" he asked.

Mom grew pale and I nearly made a run for it.

Dad continued, "You're watching a cartoon?"

We let out a sigh of relief and Mom replied, "We were talking and didn't even know it was on."

Dad laughed at that. Then he said, "Yeah, while I'm out working on the car you two are in here just gabbing away. I'm the only one that does any work around this fucking place."

"We both work," Mom replied.

"You haven't had a job in weeks and he's just a waiter. You call that work?" he scoffed.

"Yes," I replied. I couldn't believe I had said that to him.

"Well, it's not, you little shit. I don't know why the fuck I'm paying to put your ass through college when you wouldn't know actual work if it came up and smacked you in the back of the head," he told me as he came closer and smacked me in the back of my head with the palm of his hand.

"Hey," I complained. He always did that. I knew better than to stand up to him, though. First, he would kick me out. Second, he would say I started it. Third, he knew some guys at the local Sherriff's office that would take his story at face-value. I knew that because I had made the mistake of scuffling with him when I had been sixteen. I spent the night in the local jail for that one.

Mom got up and said, "I have to go get groceries," before grabbing her purse, slipping her feet into her shoes, and heading for the front door.

"Good," he said. "At least you're off your fat ass and doing something useful for a fucking change."

"Fuck you," Mom said clearly as she walked out the door.

"Stupid bitch," he muttered as he went back to the garage. I barely heard him add, "God damned cunt," before he closed the door.​