"Come on Jason, don't be shy, you know you want to!"
Carrie could not believe what she was doing. It had been an ordinary Tuesday morning. Her husband, James, was off at work. Her eldest daughter Kelly was at college, as was her youngest Ashley. Her eldest son Mike was working at the movie theatre. Which just left her and Jason at home. Jason was her youngest son, just eighteen years of age, and lazy. He did not go to college nor did he have a job. It didn't look like either was going to happen any time soon. He had talked about taking the year off but did not really have any plans for it. That meant that Carrie and Jason were stuck at home together a lot. It could have been a really pleasant experience for both of them, but instead Jason stayed in bed all day only to emerge at six pm, grab some food, and then spend his nights online gaming with his clan.
Carrie understood, but was tired of it. She wanted to see him, to spend some time with him before he took his next big step in life and then she'd never see him again. She wanted things to be like they had been between Mike and her when he'd taken his gap year. Mike had gone out with her to the store, to the gym, to the movies, they'd been inseparable for the year. It had been a great year. Carrie had felt young again. Not that she was that old. She had just turned fourty-four, but everyone said she looked like she was in her mid thirties. She had long dark curly hair that hung to her mid-back, a tall, long limbed and trim body, and a quick and ready smile of soft lips and clean white teeth. She always looked after herself, using the time that her husband spent working long hours in the office to look after herself, the house, and raise the kids. Now they'd all grown up she had more time than ever. She never had to worry about any of them apart from Jason who had not yet gotten the spark the rest had. As the youngest he was still living in the smallest room in the house, and he did not often emerge from it during daylight hours.
It was laundry day and once again Carrie found nothing of Jason's in her basket. She'd done all of the other laundry in their big washing machine and hung it all outside to dry. Still Jason had not emerged, despite her using the smart speakers to ask him to bring his clothes down no less than three times. Instead of shouting an annoyed message she decided to go upstairs herself and collect the laundry. That way she'd get to see him for a couple of minutes. Maybe they could chat and then plan some time together. She was determined to make their relationship more like the one she had with Mike back in his year off. She missed those times so badly. Sure Mike still made time for her occasionally but it was nothing like it had been.
She was remembering those times with fondness when she knocked on Jason's door. Not receiving an answer she hesitantly turned the handle. Opening the door she stepped in. The room was dark, with the only light coming from the slit in the curtains. It cast patterns of light across the room. Carrie noticed that Jason was quickly shifting the covers over himself. Had he been laying there not under the covers? Had he been on his PC? She looked over at it but the grey and blue machine was all powered down properly. So what had he been doing? She coughed and adjusted her midriff baring top as she remembered what her brothers had gotten up to in the morning when she'd barged in on them.
"Jason? Are you awake?" She asked carefully. It was probably best to pretend that she had not noticed anything.
"Kinda mom." Jason replied. He sounded like someone who was trying to fake sleepiness.
"Oh good." Carrie said. She felt awkward now. "Did you not hear me call you to bring down your dirty clothes?"
"Yeah sorry mom."
"So I guess you either don't have any dirty clothes or you want to wash them yourself?" Carrie put her hands on her hips in the parents-telling-you-off pose of yore.
"No I have them mom. I don't spend all my time naked you know." Jason said defensively. As he was talkign Carrie took a couple of steps closer to the bed. Jason had draw up one leg and was laying flat on his back still. As he shifted the covers pulled down a little and she got an eyeful of one of his slight, yet strong, shoulders. It always amazed Carrie how teenagers could live on chips and fizzy drinks and still maintain such good physiques. Her brothers had been the same - the ate like shit and looked like bronzed Greek gods. Anyway, she switched her mind away from them before things got odd.
"You may as well. You only come out of your room for a couple of minutes a day and spend the rest of the time in here. You could be totally naked pretty much all the time. It would save on laundry that way!" She laughed.
"True mom!" Jason laughed too, the familiar family ease settling in. "It'd be weird if you walked in on me though."
"I always knock!" Carrie said defensively.
"True. Still, there's always the chance!" Jason slid to sit up. His naked torso was slim and smooth, not a hair in sight. The thin silken sheet fell around his hips. Carrie bit her lip to stfile a gasp. She swallowed hard. His body reminded her of exactly how Mike's had been at that age. He even had the same soft brown nipples that were standing up firm. Mike's had always been so firm back when he'd been home.
She needed to cover up the odd silence that had stretched too long, and the way she knew her eyes had been drinking in the sexiness of Jason's naked chest. "I suppose it wouldn't be an unusual thing anyway. Plenty of mothers see their eighteen year old sons naked I'm sure. It's just a body. Just nature."
"True mom. Nothing wrong with a naked body. As you told me when I turned eighteen, you'd rather you found me looking at porn rather than playing those violent games..."
"Yeah but you still play those games." Carrie sighed, crossing her arms under her boobs. She immediately regretted the movement but didn't know where to go next. She only had a small rack but her husband always said it looked best when she crossed her arms like this. Still she figured he was just trying to annoy her because she always crossed her arms when she was trying to make a point. Her mom had done the same thing and mom had far larger boobs than Carrie.
"True. Maybe I should look at more porn." Jason grinned his winning smile. She could not help but notice how his eyes kept darting down from her face to her chest and then back to her eyes again. Carrie was wearing a tight white tank top and no bra. She raised an eyebrow and felt her cheeks blush. Was her son checking her out? It wasn't anything new of course. Jason had been checking her out since his eighteenth birthday party when it had been a really hot day and she'd worn that bikini to the pool party. It was her own fault but the experience of Jason and all his friends fawning over her had been the height of pleasure and she'd done it several times more over that long, hot summer just to get the attention. Was it her fault if the springy, tight top came with a pair of bikini briefs that kept slipping up her crack leaving something akin to a thong remaining? Was it her fault that her nipples got hard when she dived in the pool and the material of the suit got even tighter?
Carrie wondered if Jason was remembering the same moment as he looked at her. He was certainly blushing, but that could be at his bold statement about watching porn.
"Just make sure it's good porn." Carrie teased him. "Something classy. Milfs at home or something."
Jason coughed and shifted uncomfortably. Carrie felt the thrill of victory. She knew exactly what he'd been looking at of course. Checking the list of websites visited on the household router was easy enough to do. The did not have the blocker running anymore but they did keep the list running just in case. Having a Degree in computing helped Carrie in all sorts of ways. She'd set up the network herself and the router ran custom firmware. It allowed her to keep an eye on the habits of the household without anything getting too embarrassing for the kids.
"Yeah thanks for the recommendation mom." Jason rolled his eyes, trying to lighten up the circumstances.
Carrie grinned evilly. She had him now. She resolved to have a little more fun with the subject before dropping it. It was important to put her kids in their place once in a while.
"All those forty somethings women with their big titties and their child birthing hips... What's not to like?" Jason continued. Carrie practically jumped in shock. This was not the kind of language she had expected to get back. Far from it. She had expected him to be shy and meek about the whole thing. Yet here he was practically owning up to the fact that he liked older women... liked MILFs. Sure, his first serious girlfriend had been twenty five when he'd been eighteen but that had not lasted more an two months and also that was only a seven year difference. Yet here he was owning up to liking women far older than him.
