I was glad when I heard Cindy coming down the stairs because I was hoping she and mom would resolve their differences, and quickly.
Cindy entered the kitchen, looking sheepish. “Can I help you with anything, Becky?” she asked, sounding tentative.
“There’s not much left to do. The chicken’s in the oven; the broccoli’s steaming. I’m about to put the potatoes on, but if you wanted to set the table, that would be a help.” Mom smiled at her friend, but it seemed forced and uncomfortable.
I left the kitchen and went to watch television so mom and Cindy could be alone to talk. While they waited for the chicken to finish cooking they sat at the table together, talking and laughing. It was natural and relaxed. I was happy to hear it.
That evening mom and Cindy sat on the couch talking, looking at photos and recalling years gone by. My attention was divided between the television and their conversations. Mom had opened a bottle of white wine, which helped to make them both more animated.
I was surprised when Cindy decided to go to bed shortly before eleven. I had expected her to stay up later. But traveling, coupled with the wine, had probably tired her. She and mom embraced, then Cindy made her way up to the spare room. I turned the television down a little, fearing it might bother Cindy if she heard it from upstairs.
“I’m glad you guys are getting along again.” I told mom after Cindy had left us alone.
She nodded. “So am I. But, we’ve argued before and made up and we probably will again,” she said with a laugh.
“I guess she’ll just have to be more careful about paying you compliments from now on.” I joked.
“We sorted that out,” she said.
“What did she say?” I asked.
“Come over here. I don’t want her to hear us talking about her.” Mom moved to one side of the couch and gestured for me to join her.
I walked over to the couch and sat down beside my mother. She was wearing a thin burgundy cardigan. It hugged her contours, emphasizing the size and shape of her bustline. The top two buttons were undone, leaving a bit of her upper chest bare. I wished more were left unfastened. I cast my eyes down briefly over the outlines of her breasts, then up to her face.
“Cindy apologized for what she said,” mom said, then gave me a sly smile. “Well, sort of.”
“Sort of?” I asked.
“She still says I’m stacked.” Mom smiled, as though she enjoyed using the bawdy expression to describe herself — although it was quite unlike her.
“She could say worse things about you,” I told her.
“I know. It was just that she said it in front of you though.” Mom’s voice faded out and she grew shy.
“So?” I countered with a shrug.
“So it embarrassed me for her to talk about me like that around you.”
“It’s not like I don’t know that you’re… attractive,” I explained, coaching my words.
A smirk appeared on mom’s face. “You were going to say ‘stacked’, weren’t you?” she said, seeming a little shocked.
I gave her a sly grin.
“You’re as bad as Cindy,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Maybe you should go back with her at the end of her visit.”
“No way,” I exclaimed. “I’m staying with you.”
“Why — because I’m stacked?” Her glimmering eyes narrowed and met mine as she smiled. She gave me a mischievous grin.
For the first time in my life my mother gave me a flirtatious look, or at least I was sure of it. I had never seen her look at me that way ever before, much less make an inappropriate comment like she just had. I concluded that it must have been the effect of the wine she had drunk. Regardless, I was emboldened by it and felt my cock begin to stiffen.
“No, because I love you, Mom,” I replied.
Mom put her glass of wine on the coffee table, then leaned into me. She put her arm around my shoulders and kissed my cheek. “I love you too,” she said. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Colin. This past year has been so hard. You’re the only one I can count on.”
I held mom against me and kissed her cheek. The material of her cardigan felt soft as I slid my hand up her back. I brushed her raven hair back over her shoulder. It felt as soft as silk. She shifted a bit and I felt her breasts rub over my chest. I had hugged my mother many times, but this was the first time that we had embraced for a prolonged period of time. It was wonderful.
About ten minutes later I realized that mom was falling asleep. I called to her softly to wake her. She looked up at me through half-closed eyes and smiled.
“I should get to bed,” she said in a sleepy voice.
I stood up and took hold of her hand, easing her to her feet. As she stood up I saw that another button on her cardigan had come undone, probably as she lay against me and shifted about. Now I could see the tops of her breasts rising from her bra, which was also peeking from the edges of her cardigan. She leaned against me and we hugged.
“I guess Cindy has two things to envy me for now,” she said, sounding smug.
“What?” I asked, curious as to what she meant.
“Well… my breasts — you already know that — and that I got to fall asleep in your arms tonight,” she explained.
“Me?” My eyes widened in surprise by her remark.
“Haven’t you noticed how she looks at you?”
“No,” I said.
“She wants you,” mom asserted, sounding protective.
“I don’t know about that, but if you’re right, then that’s three things.”
“Three?” she said, looking confused.
“Your breasts count as two.” I told her, taking a quick glance down towards them.
Mom laughed and I felt her rock against me. She peered down and from her reaction I could tell that she noticed the third button that was undone. “When did this come undone?” she asked, giving her cardigan a slight tug for emphasis.
“While you were sleeping, I guess,” I said with a shrug. “It’s probably good you never slept longer or more might have popped open,” I said with a laugh.
Mom gave me a demure look, then shrugged. “I guess it doesn’t matter since I’m on my way to bed anyway. Have a good night, Honey.” She kissed my cheek before going upstairs.
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The next morning I awoke to the sounds of laughter and chatter coming from downstairs. I knew that mom and Cindy were already up. I smiled as I listened to mom’s laugh. It echoed through the house and made me happy. It was comforting. It had been longer than I could remember since I’d heard her laugh like that. After having a quick shower and getting dressed I went downstairs.
Mom and Cindy had already finished breakfast and were at the kitchen table drinking coffee. They greeted me with warm smiles and asked if I’d slept well. I answered as I poured myself a bowl of cereal.
Although I tried not to be obvious about where my attention was, I noticed that mom was still wearing her pajamas. They were pale blue and made from a thin cotton. The top part of them had a low V-shaped collar that left a small part of her upper chest exposed. Cindy had on a simple light pink blouse and charcoal slacks. She looked pretty and well-rested.
I joined them at the table and began eating. One thing about being around my mother and Cindy was that I had to make little effort at conversation. After being apart for so long they had a lot to catch up on and they seemed to always be talking.
“So, what are your plans for today?” I asked my mother.
“Nothing definite,” she said. “I was thinking I might show Cindy around town or catch a movie. But, as you can see, I’m not even dressed yet, so we might just be lazy for the rest of the day.”
I nodded as I pushed another spoonful of cereal in my mouth. “Being lazy sounds good,” I said.
Mom got up and went over to the coffee maker to refill her mug. From the corner of my eye I watched her move. Her breasts shook under her pajama top and there was a more noticeable sway to her hips as she stepped. She seemed more blithe than she had in years. It was a welcome change and one that made her even sexier than usual.
Cindy observed my mother as she walked back towards the table and smiled. “Those pajamas look cute on you, Becky,” she said.
“Thanks,” mom replied. She sat back down. She took a sip from her mug, looking very content.
“I wish I had have known it was Pajama Party Day so I could have skipped getting dressed too,” Cindy said, smiling at mom.
“This isn’t a clothing optional resort,” mom teased. “I thought you always slept naked.”
My pulse quickened at mom’s comment, but I pretended not to notice.
“Hey, I’m wearing more than you are,” Cindy shot back. “At least I put a bra on. You look like you’ve got two puppies wrestling inside your top when you walk.”
I expected my mother to be upset by Cindy’s comment, but she laughed it off. “That’s because I’m stacked.” mom bragged. She gave Cindy a smug grin, then giggled. She sounded proud at her boast. It was unlike her, but arousing to hear.
I had never spent time around them before so I did not know if this sort of banter was common between by mother and Cindy, but I enjoyed it, especially the lewd undertones. I listened, attempting to not seem too interested while I ate my cereal.
Once I had finished eating I poured myself a mug of coffee. Mom had the Entertainment section of the paper spread out and was checking the movie listings. Cindy had gotten up to look over her shoulder at them.
“This looks good,” mom said, pointing with her finger.
Cindy wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “I don’t like action movies and Harrison Ford is too old now. How about that one?” she suggested.
“Maybe. It looks like it’s probably funny. Adam Sandler is hilarious,” mom said.
“So, is there a theatre in town where you can wear your pajamas?” Cindy asked as her eyes danced over mom.
“I could start a new fashion trend,” mom giggled with a shrug.
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