Brian Eggert sped up the driveway in his mother's black Jetta. She had sent him to a nearby garden supply shop to buy her a bag of peat moss so she could transplant some flowers she had bought the day before. Why anyone could enjoy gardening, let alone on a sweltering August afternoon, was more than Brian could fathom. Still, his mother, Lynn, seemed to enjoy it and he was more than happy to oblige her by running the errand.
Brian lifted the twenty-pound bag from the back seat of the car and carried it towards the house. To his left running along the cement walkway leading to the steps of the house was a strip of ground about eight feet long and two feet wide that his mother had torn up where she planned to plant the flowers.
"Where do you want this, mom?" Brian asked, setting the bag down at his feet.
"There is fine. Thanks, honey." Lynn replied, not looking up from the ground.
Lynn was kneeling on the edge of the grass, busy cultivating the soil and removing any clumps of sod and rocks left behind. She was wearing a burgundy tank top and navy blue shorts. Her light brown hair was in a pony tail and it hung down about six inches past her shoulders. Atop her head was a grey baseball cap. To her right were five trays filled with small plants of assorted varieties and colors.
Brian stood beside his mother, watching her prepare the soil. Her firm ass filled out her tight shorts and Brian admired it's curves as his cock hardened. She was tanned from the time she had been spending outside that summer and Brian tried to imagine how her skin would feel if he were to run his hand up her bare thighs. His cock was pushing out from his tight shorts and he was glad that she had her back to him.
"Can I give you a hand, mom?"
"No, but I'd love a glass of water." Lynn replied.
Brian went inside and poured his mother a glass of water from a container she kept in the fridge. Stepping back out on the porch Brian paused and watched his mother. She seemed quite happy toiling in her garden but Brian wondered just how happy she honestly was.
Just over two years ago Brian's father, Gary, had died. Murdered, actually. He had gone out one night to rent a DVD at a store downtown and was the victim of a car jacking. Instead of complying with the stranger's demand and handing him the keys Gary fought with him. The man had pulled a knife and stabbed Gary twice before speeding off in his car. Gary died on the way to the hospital.
Losing his father at the age of seventeen was traumatic for Brian but it was only later that he realized just how hard it was on his mother as well to be a widow at thirty-nine. She went into a depression that lasted nearly a year -- unable to be consoled by anyone.
Life seemed better now from Brian's perspective. He had enrolled in college the previous fall and was doing well. His mother worked as a librarian at the high school in town and was content with her job, or so she seemed. She especially liked having two months or more off during the summer, as well as breaks during Christmas and spring. Still Brian wondered if there was not something lacking in his mother's life. Although it took him a long time to accept it, he thought that eventually his mother would begin dating again, perhaps even get married. Yet she had not been on even one date since she lost her husband.
"Here's your water, mom." Brian said as he handed his mother the glass.
"Oh, thanks, honey." Lynn said. Her hands were dirty with soil but Brian noticed how delicate they were as her slender fingers curled around the glass.
Lynn gulped down the water as Brian stood there. Once the glass was empty she handed it back to her son. "Thanks, I really needed that!"
"Want some more?" he asked.
"No, thanks, that was enough." she told him with a warm smile as her brown eyes met his.
Lynn returned to her work. She began making small holes in the soil, then one by one placed the plants in them before covering the roots. Brian noticed how her loose tank top rippled as her breasts swayed and jiggled in response to her movements. Her left nipple pushed out at her top and Brian appraised it's size as he stared. It looked thick and long, perfect for sucking on, he thought.
"You could open that bag for me if you want." Lynn said, gesturing to her left with her head.
Brian placed the empty glass on the cement walk then knelt down on the grass. He tore open the bag of peat moss then dragged it a few feet to his right so it was closer to his mother. Lynn began scooping some out with a small shovel and spreading it over the soil. As Lynn leaned over the bag Brian realized that he could see down the front of her tank top. Just as he had guessed, she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were round and jiggled about inside her loose top. Brian's heart was pounding and his cock twitched with his pulse. His mother turned back to him and pushed her shovel deep into the bag to scoop up more of it's contents. This time Brian could see her right nipple. It was thick and brown, with a lighter ring surrounding it.
Lynn felt her son's green eyes on her and looked up. She instantly realized where his attention was focused and a rush of emotions surged in her.
Once Brian had entered his teenage years Lynn had waited for him to get a girlfriend. She had hoped he would find happiness after losing his father. Once he reached seventeen she wondered if maybe he was gay. At first the thought bothered her, then she told herself that he was her son and she would love him no matter what, as long as he was happy. Then she began to suspect something she found troubling.
It had began about one year ago. At first Lynn thought she was over-reacting or imagining things that were not there, but soon it became undeniable. It started with a few quick glances at her by Brian but soon his staring became more prolonged and obvious. Lynn realized that boys his age are preoccupied with sex, having grown up with a younger brother, but she had never expected to be the focus of her son's wanton desires. She wondered if she was to blame. Perhaps the clothes she wore enticed him she thought. Lynn began wearing looser tops and skirts in hopes her son would notice her less. One evening before going to bed Brian gave her a hug. She felt his right hand glide up her waist and brush the side of her left breast. Her clit immediately swelled and she found herself getting wet. It was at that moment that Lynn finally accepted two things: her son was growing bolder at acting on his sexual thoughts for her and she was enjoying it.
That night as she tried to fall asleep in her bedroom Lynn tried to think of other things. Work. Bills that were due. World politics. Nothing seemed to take her mind off of Brian. She could picture how he looked in his tight jeans and his strong arms as he hugged her. She recalled the feeling of his broad back as they embraced, how his sandy blond hair felt as he brushed her fingers over it and finally the touch of his fingers on her breast. As her hand slid inside her damp panties towards her wet pussy she wondered if Brian was indulging his lust for her down the hall as he lay in his bed.
Lynn bit the inside of her cheek as she continued planting the flowers, trying to tear her mind away from her forbidden thoughts about her son. He had moved closer to her and she pretended to not notice. A length of hair had worked loose from under her cap and hung down over her eyes. Lynn straightened her back and attempted to blow it away with a strong breath from the corner of her mouth.
Brian reached his hand out to his mother and pinched her loose hair between his fingers and tucked it over her ear. His touch was gentle, almost tentative, and she felt his fingers graze her left cheek. It felt electric.
"Thanks." she said, her voice very quiet.
Brian smiled as he knelt beside her. Lynn's brown eyes drifted to her son's thighs. They were muscled, with coarse hairs. Further up she saw the shape of his stiff cock outlined in his tan shorts. She had not seen that part of him since he was a boy and wondered how much he had grown since then. A lot, she thought to herself, judging from what she saw. She recalled how well-built Brian's father was down there and assumed he must be as well. Lynn's pussy was wet and ready to accept his manhood, as if it was trying to over-ride her reluctance to cross that line between her and Brian.
"You should take a break. You look hot." he told her.
Lynn let out a nervous laugh as she wondered if her son's double entendre was intentional. "I'm okay." she assured him.
"More water?" he offered.
"That's okay, thanks," she said, then paused a moment as the corners of her mouth curled up to her flushed cheeks "you take good care of me. Thanks." She reached out and gave her son's hand a tender squeeze.
"Someone has to. I don't know if you always do." he told her.
"I do. Don't worry. This is fun for me."
