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I've been out of school almost two years. I work in boat design. I spent the first year putting them together but the boss liked my interest and let me hang out in the design shop. Now I do about half and half. I absolute love boat design. I found where I could take courses and started those and I'm gaining experience faster than I ever thought. I know I'm still fairly ignorant about boat design but the boss says this is how you do it, a little at a time. Sis is married and gone, just to the other side of town, and dad's hobby is reconditioning classic cars when he's not flying at a small commuter airline. He used to fly biggies but it was pressure and he's happier where he is.
He likes me staying at home. I have a suspicion it's because I readily help him in his car projects. I enjoy that too. Not boats but near enough so I can learn the technical processes in general.
One day we were in the back garage with one of his cars and he said, "Ross, I think I dropped the ball. With your mom. Have you noticed? She's quieter, more reserved, doesn't do as much, lackadaisical. I mean fun stuff, for herself not work things. I fly, get out and meet people and have the cars to play with. We're not as close as we used to be. Not as intimate as often."
"Now that you mentioned it that sounds right," I said. "Not about the intimate, I don't know about that but the other things. I think I thought something about that some time back."
"I know it's gone on longer that I thought at first," he said. "If I start making changes she's going to notice and it'll get to be another whole thing. That's how suspicions of an affair start. Once you think somebody's having an affair it never goes away. I'm going to slowly see if I can turn things back around to where they used to be. It shouldn't take that long. I need to distract her some so she doesn't particularly notice. Dinner out then more of that, bring her something back every now and then. Things I used to do. I don't know why I stopped that much. Things just got routine I guess."
"I understand," I said. "It sounds like you know what you want to do. I'll do that too. I used to bring her things from the shore when I was down. She always appreciated it."
"Good," he said. "It helps. I want to give her something to think about to distract her, get her mind going. Do you think you could find a way to start interrupting us? She won't be expecting that. Sitting on the bed maybe then sticking around for a while. It'll be an imposing man in our bed, even as our son, and she'll feel it and that'll distract her. If I run my fingers down her back or something she'll think about me doing that with you there and she'll think about it for days."
"Sure," I said. "I can do that. I did that when I was a kid and we talked all the time, it'll almost seem like normal. You and I can talk about cars. Let me know when it's enough and I'll phase out of it."
Dad got up. Time to get to work on the car. "Great," he said. "I'll start on the welding. All the flammables are contained. Work on whichever part you want."
I started two days later, on Sunday morning. Mom always stayed in bed until 8:00 but I could hear her going to the bathroom or to get something to drink earlier and getting back in bed. Dad was usually asleep or floating. I went over and mom wasn't all that surprised. I smiled and went towards the bed, big king size, and she scooted backwards to give me room. Rather than sit I got on the top of the sheet right at mom and stretched down the bed and propped up on my elbow. She had a gown on with the sheet up about half way on her breasts. I had on my gray loose bed shorts I could wear around the house and looked normal.
"Hi Ross," she said.
"Hi mom," I said. "Want to have lunch Tuesday?"
"Sure," she said. "Where do you want to go?"
"You pick," I said. "Let me know, usual time."
Dad said, "Is that Ross?" He sounded sleepy. He said, "Ross, I finished the welding. I'm not doing anything today."
I said, "Ok."
I whispered to mom, but not loud enough she could hear, "We have to distract him from his cars before it becomes an obsession."
"What," she whispered back.
I looked over her at dad and lifted up and got under the covers and got closer to her. I whispered right in her ear, "We have to distract him from his cars before it becomes an obsession."
She nodded and made a comment and we talked about this and that. I got my feet with hers and my knees with hers and I had an arm around the back of her pillow. It was nice when her breast started brushing my chest. Under her gown but still. We talked quietly for a few minutes then her eyes seemed to try to look around her back but she didn't turn. A minute or two and she slipped her hand down her side and over on her buns. I think she was moving dad's hand from playing with her. I stayed a little longer then left. They were in bed longer than normal. At breakfast mom seemed more cheerful.
Dad was doing something somewhere else so I said, "Mom, do you think dad's concerned about me being in bed with you? Should I stop doing that, and what about you?"
"No, I don't think it bothers him at all," she said, "and what about me?"
"Mom, being in bed with a hottie like you does things to us young virile men," I said. "I don't want to embarrass us. Just ignore it or better yet maybe you could enjoy the moment. I wouldn't mind and you might like it. It sure makes the day go better."
Mom poured me some coffee and didn't say anything.
I found a blouse her size of the type I knew she liked and took all the tags off and gave it to her when we had lunch. I didn't say where it came from and it wasn't in a sack. She really liked it. Dad took mom out to dinner the day after we had lunch. Friday night I followed her to bed. Dad was reading. She climbed in and I got in under the sheets. She didn't seem surprised and we settled down. Our knees were mingled.
After we talked a few minutes I said, "Can I play with your knee?"
She looked at me and said, "Why do you want to play with my knee?"
I leaned closer and whispered, "Mom, you're a girl."
She didn't do anything for a full minute then she said, "Ok." She took my hand and put it down on her knee.
I let it lay there a moment and leaned closer and whispered, "I meant the other knee."
She waited another moment and said, "Ok."
I slid my hand down slowly to the other knee letting my fingers trace over everything. I got my palm around her knee with my fingers up on the top and twisted my hand so my fingers played with the outside and top and pushed my fingers inside of her thigh right at her knee. My fingers kept running into her other knee so she moved it back down some leaving her inner thigh open for my fingers. I wasn't going to feel my mom up but I thought I would at least feel something.
I started on another casual subject to talk about, one of her friends daughters, and let my fingers play around her knee and up the inside of her thigh. Not that much but enough for her to enjoy the exploration. I got up about three-quarters, right on the inside with a few fingers playing over the top and under to the bottom of her thigh. I got a lip press out of her and didn't go higher but played from her knee to there. Every time I mention something about her friend's daughter I squeezed her thigh so she would get used to it. I mentioned her bathing suit and how little it covered her breasts and got my whole hand under her thigh and pulled and let it back down. That was a good one.
Dad turned over and I felt mom's middle move but I kept my hand on her inner thigh. I think dad was rubbing down in the back of her pants and she had me in front on her thighs. I chatted along like normal, quietly. She slid her hand down on mine but didn't move it. I waited a moment and moved my hand on top of hers with my fingers along hers and slowly played with her inner thigh with her palm and fingers doing the playing. I went on up to her pants and let her fingers rub her. She directed her fingers about half the time and I followed. I could feel her thigh with the edge of my hand so I knew her fingers were on just below her clit, with mine on top of hers. We were doing all that but ignoring it.
I pulled her hand back to her knee and whispered, "Put your hand on top of mine like that."