The Matrons of Regal Bay
Chapter 23
Annie's Tales -- Part 2
"Bye, Mom," Annie called to her mother as she watched her pull away from the curb. Annie turned and headed up the front steps of her house, across the porch, and on in through the front door. It was a warm day in Regal Bay, and for that time of year, mid-May, it was a sign that the summer was going to be hotter than usual. That was okay for many of the residents of the ocean side community, as it would mean a substantial crowd visiting the bay-front beaches, marina, and boardwalk. And with visitors came revenue.
Annie dropped her purse off on the hallway table as she went through into the living room, where she found her son Tim reclined back in the large Lazy-boy she'd picked up earlier in the year. Not surprisingly, he was watching television.
"What are you doing inside?" she asked as she moved to stand beside her son. "I'd have thought you'd be down at the beach. It must be close to eighty by now." She rustled his dirty-blonde hair, thinking that it needed trimming but not saying anything. Tim wore a new ear-ring stud in his left ear, she noticed.
"Uncle Dan's out back doing the yard," Tim replied, looking up at her as he did. He was drinking a Smirnoff cooler of some sort, and took a deep drink then.
"Your grand-mother and I have been out at the casino," Annie told him as she settled into the sofa nearby, drawing her feet up beneath her as she got comfortable. "She ended up $130 to the good, while I lost fifty and called it quits." She didn't get a reaction from Tim. "What are you watching?" she asked.
There was a commercial for Toyota running, so Tim replied, "A baseball game. Cubs and Mariners. It's raining in Chicago, so it's in a delay."
"Oh," she responded. "Well, in that case," she started as she got up again and went to stand in front of her son, "you want to do something?"
Tim looked up at his mother and asked, "What did you have in mind?" She was wearing a set of denim Capri pants and an over-sized t-shirt with the casino logo across the front. He was wearing baggy black cargo shorts and a concert t-shirt from some years back; the "Beer Drinkers and Hell Raisers" tour. Her son was big into Hank Williams, Jr. and Ted Nugent.
"Well, we could head out to the mall," she suggested, "or down to the beach? I just don't want to sit around here all afternoon, wasting a beautiful Sunday."
"You were just out with Grandma," he pointed out.
"Yes, and we were inside the casino. She found a couple of her friends and you know how she gets. I wanted to leave, but she was my ride." Annie enjoyed spending days out with her mother, except when her mother ran into someone who wanted to stand and talk, and talk and talk. Not her favorite past-time, listening to old women gossip.
"You could have called, I'd have come picked you up." Tim told her.
"I should have. Then we could have gone down to the beach from there."
"I really don't feel like going to the beach," Tim replied. He found that he was looking at his mother's chest, and noticed that her nipples were pointed, excited, and prominent beneath her t-shirt. He cocked his head to the side and said matter-of-factly, "You're not wearing a bra."
"You noticed," she grinned. "It's starting to get a little too hot for a bra," she added. Tim knew that his mother enjoyed going braless through the summer months. This was the first he'd noticed this year, however.
"I noticed that your breasts seem a bit perkier lately," he added as he lowered the recliner's foot rest and leaned closer to her. He reached for her hips and pulled his mother a bit closer. He looked up into her face, smiling wickedly.
Annie responded with a mirror image grin and lifted her hands up to cup, and lift, her breasts through her t-shirt. "Do you like them? I've been trying out this new cream. It's supposed to firm up old saggy tits like mine."
"Come on, Mom," Tim laughed. "Your tits are anything but old and saggy."
"And how would you know, Mister?" she asked playfully. "When was the last time you saw them?"
"It has been a while," Tim replied. A moment of silence passed between them.
Annie then said, "Maybe we could think of something to do here, then?" She continued to cup her breasts as she looked down upon her 22-year-old son. She could tell that she was influencing him, from the bulge that had begun to tent his shorts.
"I can think of one thing we could do" Tim muttered. "It might kill an hour or two."