"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."
