“T…tmi again,” I tried to laugh, but nothing came out.

“And again, I guess I’m supposed to be dead,” she sighed softly in my ear and beneath my hands my aching cock twitched.

Mom put her arm around me and surprised me by giving me a hug that left her tits pressing against my chest.

“I love you baby.” She whispered.

“I…I love you to.” I replied trying not to think about the warm pleasant sensation of her chest..

Mercifully, she leaned back and I asked, “What’s with calling me baby?”

“You’re too old to be my baby?”

The midlife thing, I reminded myself, “No,” I said with a smile, “I’ll always be your baby, mom.”

“Ohh,” she purred again, “I like that,” she looked down and with a small smile said, “Hey Mark?”

“What mom?”

“Why won’t you move your hands?”

“I…” I panicked as I had no idea what to say. Mom quickly made it worse with her next remark.

“You hiding something under there?”

“No!” I exclaimed a little too quickly, “Just uh…comfortable.”

“Mark, you look anything but comfortable right now,” she pointed out. “You look nervous.”

Mom made me even more nervous by sinking back down to her knees between my legs again.

“I’m fine,” I said sounding anything but, “Just tired I…hey!”

Mom had grabbed my wrists and tried to pull them from my lap. My fear was causing my erection to dwindle, but not quickly enough. I resisted and looking at me, her smile gone, Mom said, “Mark, move your hands, now.”

I fought against her another moment, then let her move my hands. Mom looked at my hands first as if she thought I was hiding something in them, which made me feel a little better, but then her eyes dropped to my lap and I saw them widen.

I followed her gaze and had to stifle a groan at the obvious bulge in my shorts. Mom looked at me, a small smile playing about her lips, but didn’t say anything; I was ready to blurt out an apology when I jumped at the sound of dad’s voice behind me.

“Hey, what are you two doing out here?”

“Nothing!” I declared way too loudly and far too quickly.

“We were just fooling around.” Mom said, smiling up at dad who had come around the chair to face us.

“Yeah, that’s what it looked like,” he laughed, “Tell you what Rachel; you don’t want to know what that looked like from upstairs.”

I felt my face growing hot yet again; this was exactly what I had been afraid of. Sitting back on her knees, mom rolled her eyes, “You’re such a pervert Joe, he’s my son for Christ’s sakes.”

“I know,” he waved his hand at us, “I’m only kidding, but I did find myself wondering if those goons next door were watching.”

“I hope they were watching earlier.” Mom smiled up at him, “Because then it was exactly what this looks like.”

“Guys please!” I said as, now with my cock sufficiently shriveled, I stood up. “Keep it to yourselves!”

“But it’s more fun to share.” Mom laughed and as I looked down saw her face was level with my crotch. I quickly stepped backwards and rolling my eyes, said, “I hang out with Jack all the time, I don’t need him seeing you guys, you know…”

“Fucking?” Dad finished.

“That’s called TMI, Joe.” Mom said as she finally got to her feet and giving dad a quick kiss began to walk towards the house.

I stared at Mom’s almost bare ass while she walked across the deck and swore she was swinging her hips more than she needed to. Her firm ass had no jiggle to it at all and I swore if I didn’t know her I would think she was a girl my age. Here is mom! goo.gl/5WAoIf

“Nice ass, huh, kid?” Dad asked.

“What?” I asked, snapping out of my fog and looking over at dad, who was smiling.

“Your mom’s got one hell of an ass, doesn’t she?”

“I…I guess.” I shrugged, “She’s my…”

“Oh, please,” Dad slapped me on the shoulder, “She’s your mom, but she’s a woman and a damn fine one, don’t you think?”

“Um, sure.” I nodded, “Mom looks good for her age.”

“For any age.” He said as he continued to watch her.

I didn’t answer, instead I watched him watch mom and thought my parents did make a good looking couple. Dad was a couple of years older than mom, but except for a few grays near his temples looked much younger. I definitely took after him, having the same thick black hair and a pair of deep green eyes that got me a lot of compliments from the girls.

I was a little shorter than dad and as of right now, not quite as broadly built, but the time at the gym was paying off and I had bet him I would be able to beat him at arm wrestling before the year was out.

Dad finally looked over at me and asked, “So what was up with you and mom, looked like you were giving her a hard time?”

“No, I….she wanted me to go swimming and I didn’t feel like it.”

“Why not?” he smirked, “Hot woman wants you in the pool, you go, no?”

“If she wasn’t my mother.” When he shrugged I paused and thought about Mom’s odd behavior. Dad and I had a great relationship and I’d always been able to talk to him about anything so taking the plunge I asked, “Hey, dad, can I talk to you?”

“Sure, Mark, what’s up?”

“Mom’s acting kind of weird lately.”

“What do you mean?”

When I’d first started talking he’d looked as if he were lost in thought, but now his eyes were focused on mine.

“Come on, dad, look at that bikini, she didn’t dress like that when I was a kid, never mind lately.”

“She didn’t because you were a kid and she didn’t want to be that mom that the old frumpy looking mom’s called a slut, she toned it down because she was a mother.”

“She’s still a mother.” I pointed out.

“Yeah but you’re a man now Mark.” Putting his arm around me he continued, “Look I get it, it’s embarrassing, you’re best friends gawking at her, pointing her out to his friends, busting you up because your mom’s a cougar and…”

“Mom said you like them looking.”

He frowned, “You guys talked about it?”

“Yeah, I made a comment about the bikini it makes me…uncomfortable; I mean her boobs were almost falling out.”

“Well I’m glad you know you can talk to us Mark,” he squeezed my shoulder with his large hand so hard I winced, “I’ve always been glad that we’re a close family and I want us to be even closer, that’s why I feel like an ass with this job right now.”

“That’s okay dad, you’re doing it for me and I appreciate it.”

“I’ll do anything for you, Mark,” he said, giving me another painful squeeze, “And I hope someday you’ll do anything for me and mom.”

“Anything.” I told him, “Just name it.”

“There might be a favor I might need from you soon, but for now back to Mom,” he sighed, “Look Mark, she’s a sexy woman and she’s at an age she needs to flaunt it and be told she is. She told me last night it drives her crazy to think those kids are jerking off to her, she…”

“She said that?” I was appalled.

“Please, Mark, like I said, she is a woman and honestly I like the idea of other guys wanting what I have. So, don’t worry about it. It might be a little awkward for you with your friends, but you can deal with it.”

“Yeah, well she’s being really affectionate lately too, and…” I sighed, “She’s making me a little uncomfortable.”

Dad turned so that he was standing directly in front of me and with an odd look on his face, asked, “How so? What do you mean uncomfortable?”

Shit, what an idiot! What was I supposed to do, tell my father my mother was getting me horny?

“Mark?” He was looking at me and seemed excited for some reason.

“Oh, well, uh…she’s kind of like hanging on me and the ways she’s dressing.”

“I still don’t see what you’re getting at.” He shook his head.

“Dad, she was on her knees and you said you knew what it looked like.” I put my head down feeling like a moron.

“I was just kidding about that!” Dad laughed, “I knew nothing was happening.”

“But…it just wasn’t proper I guess.” I looked back up at him. “She crawled over to me, like…”

“Like?”

“I felt like I was in some type of weird sick movie.” I heard my voice crack and was surprised that I was starting to get upset. Looking away as I spoke, I added, “I felt like she was messing with me.”

Dad stared at me for a moment then nodded as if in resignation, “Okay, well seeing you’re thinking like that I’ll fess up; I was watching out the window and mom saw me and was putting on a show for me. She wasn’t trying to make you feel weird.”

“Oh.” I said, instantly feeling better.

“And as far as being affectionate goes, your mom is lonely when I’m gone, plus she misses you wanting to be close to her, so just let her get close to you okay? It makes her feel good.” He smiled, “Can you do that for me? Be good to your mother when I’m not around?”

“Sure.” I told him with a smile. “I’ll take good care of her.”

“Good,” he said with a wink, “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”

*****

I opened my eyes at the sound of someone yelling. I sat up quickly in the recliner then rolled my eyes when I realized it was only the TV. I’d dozed off during the Sox game and the announcer had begun yelling when one of the Indian’s hit a two run bomb over the green monster. I blinked the sleep out of my eyes until I could make out the score.

“Six to nothing?” I sighed and slumping back in the comfortable chair wished I’d stayed asleep.

I picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV preparing to change the channel when Mom said from behind me, “Hey I wanted to watch some of that?”

“Why bother?” I asked, but replaced the remote on the arm of the chair, “They’re losing.”

“Don’t be a fair weather fan.” Mom chided, “And how come you’re not on the couch?”

She had walked around in front of me and I saw immediately why I had not picked the couch. Mom was wearing a short red robe that barely went down past her ass, leaving her long legs bare. The robe was tied tightly around her waist, but the chest was open far enough to show almost as much of her tits as the bikini did this morning.

When I had come into the living room I had headed for the couch, but recalling how she had been hanging all over me lately had chosen the chair. I had definitely made the right choice there was no way in hell I needed to have her that close to me dressed like that.

“I figured I would let you stretch out if you wanted too.” I told her.

Mom stepped in front of me, blocking the TV and placing her hands on the arms of the chair, leaned over. My eyes widened as I thought for a second her tits were going to fall out, but I saw a hint of black lace. I was still confronted with way more cleavage than was comfortable, but a bra was always a plus, especially these days.