By the time we had ordered our food mom’s mood seemed to have lightened. She became talkative and I noticed that Cindy was less meek around her. The change in mom’s mood lifted my spirits too. Previously, I had no appetite and would have been just as contented to have stayed home and surfed the Internet. Now I was glad that we had gone out.
While we were waiting for our desserts to be brought to us mom announced that she was going to the washroom. She excused herself, leaving me alone with Cindy. I grew tense and craned my head about the restaurant, trying to avoid any conversation with Cindy because I was convinced I knew what she was thinking. When she spoke I felt a rush of unease fill me.
“So, did you enjoy the show?” she asked, leaning closer.
“What?” I asked, jerking my head back towards her, trying to seem perplexed.
“Colin, I have a son who’s a few years older than you and I’ve lived a full life. I know when a man’s interested. Upstairs, in my room, I wanted you to get a chance to see just how good your mother looks,” she said.
“I know she’s pretty,” I said, although I doubted that would satisfy her.
Cindy smiled and shook her head. She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, then eased her hand away. Her eyes were on mine. They had a sympathetic look to them. “Yesterday, when she had those pajamas on, it was then that I was sure of your feelings for her — although I suspected it before that,” she said.
My flushed cheeks felt like they were on fire. I could feel my hand tremble and my brow was growing damp. I wanted to say something to try to convince her that she was mistaken, but knew it was futile. Instead, I gave her a guilty shrug.
“Like I said, I have a son. You can assume that means whatever you want, but I’m not talking to you like this to try to upset you or threaten you, Colin. I just want you and Becky to be happy. I know she loves you very much and needs you even more now that your dad’s gone.”
“I know,” I said.
“I managed to talk her into not wearing a bra tonight. It wasn’t easy though.” She paused and laughed. “To be completely honest, I think she’s hot too. Haven’t you noticed how I’m always trying to touch her?”
“Yeah…” I said, grinning.
“Her breasts feel fantastic. I hope you get to find out for yourself someday — if you haven’t already.” She winked at me.
Cindy looked over my shoulder and leaned back in her seat, looking nervous. “She’s coming back, but tonight’s going to be another early night for me so you can spend some time alone with her,” she said, then stared towards mom as she approached. “Shit, she looks sexy in that dress. Check out how hard her nipples are. She should never wear a bra. Her tits look so nice when they bounce like that.”
Cindy’s lewd comments about mom turned me on, but I did my best to hide it. I leaned back in my seat, waiting for mom. She sat back down and I noticed how her breasts shifted as she leaned over. Her nipples pushed out at the front of the dress and I noticed Cindy’s eyes on them.
I ate my dessert quickly, hoping it would mean that we would return home sooner. I was disappointed when mom and Cindy ordered coffee and spent some more time talking. My only consolation was that they were getting along well.
Once we arrived back home I took off my tie and tossed it on a chair in the living room. I sat down and turned the television on. Mom and Cindy took their usual seats on the couch.
“What happened to that wine you had last night, Becky?” Cindy asked.
“I finished it after you went to bed,” mom said. “But I have more.”
Mom went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. I watched her from the corner of my eye as she returned with the wine and glasses. I was thankful for Cindy having convinced her to not wear a bra that evening.
I watched television, but was barely aware of what was on. Mom and Cindy chatted and drank their wine. I added little to the conversation, but when I did it gave me an excuse to look at mom. The wine seemed to have relaxed her. She was leaning back on the couch with her legs crossed. Her shoes were on the floor by the coffee table.
By the time it was getting close to ten-thirty I grew impatient for Cindy to go to bed. I went to use the washroom, partially to break the monotony, then returned to the living room. Mom looked so sexy on the couch, but I forced myself to not let my eyes linger. About forty-five minutes later Cindy yawned and stretched. I was encouraged.
“Geez, that big meal and the wine really made me sleepy. I should probably get to bed now so you guys don’t have to carry me up there later,” Cindy said, looking at her watch.
“Thanks again for taking us out to dinner, Cindy. It was wonderful, and not having to cook was a bonus,” mom said.
“Yes, thanks a lot, Cindy,” I said, hoping she would understand exactly what I meant when I smiled.
“You’re both very welcome,” she said. “It was the least I could do since you’re letting me stay here. Next time I want both of you to come to Cleveland.”
“And thanks for letting me wear this dress,” mom added. “I’m glad you talked me into it.”
“Why don’t you keep it? It looks a lot better on you than it ever looked on me.” Cindy remarked, looking mom over.
“Oh, no, I couldn’t, Cindy.” mom said, although she sounded tempted by the offer.
“Yes, please, keep it, Becky. Just don’t ask for any of my bras — they’re way too small for you.” Cindy let out a laugh and gave mom’s left breast a playful squeeze.
Mom laughed, but, surprisingly, never recoiled from Cindy’s hand. She looked my way and smiled at me. I lowered my head, knowing that Cindy had enjoyed feeling mom as much as I would have.
“Was that the price for you buying me dinner, or the dress?” mom asked and smiled.
“Both. And congratulations for being brave enough to not wear a bra with it. You looked hot.” Cindy said.
Mom was blushing as she looked at me, then back to Cindy.
Once Cindy had gone upstairs I began looking at her photo album, which she had left on the coffee table. Amongst the pictures I found one of mom and dad on a beach that I had never seen before. They looked quite young. Mom was wearing a bikini. She looked like she could have been a model.
“Where was this taken?” I asked, holding up the photo album for mom to see.
She leaned forward, squinting. “I don’t know. Let me see.”
I sat down on the couch beside mom and showed her the photo.
“That was on our honeymoon in Florida. I was already almost three months pregnant with you by then. I think that was the last time I ever wore a bikini,” she said.
Mom looked at the photo for another few seconds, then shook her head. She pushed the album back to me, as if disturbed by the image. I put the album aside and looked back at the television.
“It was so nice not to have to cook for one night,” mom sighed.
“I bet,” I said, turning my head towards her. “Plus, you got a new dress.”
“Does it look okay on me?” she asked, sounding uncertain.
“Sure… of course it does,” I told her.
“It’s not something I’d buy myself. It’s a little smaller than I’d like too.” She tilted her head down, looking herself over. She tugged the front of the dress away from her chest.
I watched mom beside me, fussing with the dress. As she shifted her shoulders and pulled it away from herself I let out a soft laugh. It wasn’t loud and happened before I could control myself, but she heard it. She lifted her head up and gave me a questioning look.
“What was that for?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I said, regretting my slight outburst.
“No. What? Do you think it looks bad on me?” Now mom looked insecure.
“No. Of course not,” I told her.
“Then what was the laugh for?” she demanded.
I sighed, knowing there was no way to avoid her question. “I just thought it was funny how you were adjusting it, that’s all.”
“Well, it’s a little tight in some places. Cindy’s not built like me,” she said with a foxy smile.
“But she wishes she was,” I retorted.
Mom let out a giggle and sounded very sexy. “I don’t just mean that the dress is tight up top. I think it makes my butt look big.”
I rolled my eyes, but said nothing.
“What?” she asked, sounding insistent.
“It’s a shame you don’t have more self-confidence, mom,” I told her.
“I do, but look at this.” Mom got up from the couch. She tugged the hem of her dress down and adjusted it, then turned to the side. “I think my ass looks fat.”
I ran my eyes down over the curves of her body to her hips and backside. She looked perfect and I’m sure that many others would have agreed.
“No, mom, it doesn’t. It, and the rest of you, look great. Tonight, Cindy said you looked sexy.”
“When?” She seemed surprised to hear the comment.
“When you were coming back from the washroom. She was watching you.”
Mom sat back down beside me. She tucked her feet under her and leaned on her right hip, facing me. Her posture emphasized the curves of her hip and ass. My eyes moved up over them to the outline of her breasts and hard nipples.
“What did she say?” she asked.
“That you looked good,” I said, refraining from being too graphic.
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