Home Improvement: Jill gets reassurance over her doubts.
Jill Taylor made it home from her psychiatry class, being stressed out over having a big test to do later this week, paper needing to be finished, and the classes on top of it all she dropped her bag of books on her computer desk by the front door. Quickly making her way upstairs to her bedroom. Before she starts any kind of work, she just wants to take a nice soak in the tub to relax. No one home. Quiet. A very, very rare thing she takes advantage of whenever she can get it.
Pulling her shirt over her head ruffling her brown hair some Jill noticed her bra-covered breasts in the mirror and how they're looking nice and full. But only because her bra is helping. Never really taking her appearance in such a insecure light, she kept looking at herself. Pushing her chest out and looking at herself in the mirror. Reaching behind finding the clasp to her bra unhooking it. Keeping her eyes on her breasts when she unclasped quickly noticing that they fell a little. Still sitting high, but in her stressed out mind, she questioned them.
Taking a look at herself on a side view. I don't look all that bad, do I? she thought. Cupping her hands under her breasts feeling them with gentle squeezes and massages. Her lacy beige and brown bra still covering her breasts, the straps on her shoulder keeping her bra from coming off. Sliding her arms through the straps and pulling her breasts out of the cups letting the bra to fall off of her to land on the ground near her feet. Looking in the mirror again but now at her bare breasts, she noticed they are not as high as they were while in the bra.
"Calm down, Jill," reassuring herself everything is ok. "Just the stress." Telling herself reasons of this sort of thinking.
Looking at her breasts again in the mirror she found herself looking at them with better adoration and knew there's nothing wrong with them. They look great, she thought. Especially for having had three kids.
Unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans Jill wriggled out of them, then pulled her matching panties down. Looking at herself again in the mirror. This time fully nude, Jill looked at herself below her breasts. Her stomach a little round looking. Looks great due to it matching her body shape. Went well with her curves, she noted. And her hairy pussy that she keeps trimmed and lets it to fan out so far. Her thighs round and fleshy, soft looking and very sweet to the touch. Turning her hips to the side looking at her bare butt in the mirror on a slanted view.
Going to the bathroom that connects to the bedroom she turned the water on holding her hand under the water waiting for it to heat up before allowing it to fill up in the tub. Finding the right temperature, she went back to the bedroom to get clothes to wear until she goes to bed. Rummaging through her dressers not hearing the door open when Brad popped in to ask something.
"Hey, mom, is there an--" stopping in his tracks he was frozen at the sight of her bare backside. Her back towards him, he noticed a her back's natural curves and her butt looking so plump and her legs naturally apart.
"Oh, God, Brad!" Without thinking, she turned around allowing Brad to see her front side, now of which his wide eyes completely took in.
"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" Blurting out, unable to say anything but. His eyes though never leaving her body and Jill still taken back by his walking in on her.
Quickly pulling herself together, Jill hugging her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other. "It's ok." She told him, understanding it was all an accident and she normally does not parade around the house like this so he's not used to such a thing. She started thinking, though, what if I see what he thinks of me of whether I am attractive or not. He's my son. We should be open and honest to one another and he would give me an unbiased answer. Slowly allowing her arms to go back down to her side standing naked now in front of her older son Brad. He did not, however, rush out of the room upon taking notice of this.
"Mom?" Wondering now what is going on when he quickly seen her move her arms no longer covering herself up. Trying hard not to stare at his naked mother in front of him. His brain still in a jell-o mindset he just stood there staring.
"Brad, I want to ask you something and I'd like an honest answer. We are family and should have strong honesty with each other."
"Umm, ok." Was all he could muster out. He didn't really know what to say let alone process anything now. He didn't even know why he was still in the same room with his naked mother. His eyes quickly scanning her naked body before he quickly snapped them back to her eyes.
"Do you find me attractive?" Noticing she worded the question badly by the look of Brad's face after hearing it. "No, honey, I mean, if I wasn't your mother and you saw me walking down the street, ok? Would you find me attractive?" Understanding there is really no way to ask this in a delicate way and should just get it out in the open.
"I, uh, I- I." Hearing the water in the bathroom. "Umm, the water is still running in the bathtub."
Jill quickly remembered that and ran into the bathroom checking the tub seeing that it didn't overflow. Brad's eyes watched her butt sway and her thighs slightly jiggle from the little run to the bathroom. The tub was close to overflowing if another minute or so had went by. Returning to the bedroom, wanting an answer; an outside answer; an honest one. She felt Brad would be honest and tell her straightforward.
