I never thought about the taste of ice cream on flesh until a hot night in August gave me the chance.
Having finished high school, I was enjoying my new found adulthood for one last free summer before college.
Mom came home from work tired as usual. She is an office manager at an advertising agency. Her boss had given her more duties on top of her already busy schedule.
Mom walked in the door and dropped her briefcase. She staggered to the couch taking off her jacket on the way.
Even in our current 110-degree heat wave her boss demanded that she look professional which included a jacket. Her blouse was already wet with sweat from the heat. I noticed that her nipples were showing through the thin damp bra. I shouldn't have looked as long as I did but I am a teenager.
She dropped to the couch as I handed her a glass of ice water.
"Dad called." I said. "He said he'll be home tomorrow night."
" He's been gone so much lately I may not recognize him." Mom stated wearily.
"How's about I make you some dinner." "Sounds great. I'll take a shower."
I left for the store and noticed her drifting off to sleep on the couch. I figured I would wake her when I got home. I picked up a couple of steaks and potatoes for dinner and chocolate ice cream for desert.
Mom and I love chocolate. We put it on everything. Little did I know what everything meant!
I also picked up a couple of movies. When I got home mom was snoring softly. I woke her and told her to hit the showers.
I grilled the steaks and had everything ready when she got out.
I almost dropped the plate when she came into the living room.
She was wearing thin black spandex shorts that showed every curve and a black loose half tank top.
She hadn't finished drying when she got dressed so her top was wet and clingy I could see her nipples standing proudly against the material.
I got an instant hard on that pushed at my shorts. Mom was drying her dark hair when she walked in.
As she looked up she must have seen my condition because she got a look of embarrassment then a wicked grin.
She bent over to towel her hair some more giving me an almost unobstructed view down her shirt.
Her lovely breast swayed as she moved. She was grinning more when she stood up.
"Enjoy the view?" She asked.
"Uh... oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... umm..." Was all I could get out.
"Don't be sorry. You're a teenage male. It is natural to want to look. I should say I'm sorry for teasing you."
"It's ok with me. You do look hot. All my friends think so. If you weren't my mom I'd want to..."
"We better eat dinner before this gets out of hand."