Helen awoke and gradually became aware of the faint sound of the shower running. She rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom with little concern of her nakedness. She stood by the bathroom door and pondered whether she should wait for the shower to turn off or go with her original thought. She turned the knob.
"Sean, mother has to pee real bad. You don't mind, do you?" She asked.
"No, not at all." Sean replied, momentarily surprised.
"Did you sleep well last night?" She queried.
"I slept great! How about you?"
"Me too! I appreciate that back rub last night." She replied, and then added a few moments later. "You're not peeking, are you? I had to pee so bad I didn't put any clothes on."
"Now that I know that, I might be tempted!" He said teasingly.
"Well, peek all you want! All you're going to see is my backside leaving the bathroom."
Sean quickly looked around the edge of the shower curtain to indeed see his mother’s bare butt for a brief second as she exited the bathroom.
Mother and son met in the kitchen briefly before Sean left for work.
"If you can take a little longer lunch hour today, I'll fix you a hamburger and fries?" Helen asked.
"It's a date! You make the best hamburgers and fries." He replied. "What do you plan on doing today?"
"I think I'm going to do a little shopping. Maybe, you'll have time for me to show you what I purchase." Helen replied.
Sean returned home for lunch. Seeing his mother's car in the opened garage he entered that way directly into the kitchen. Lunch was hot and waiting. Mother and son made small talk as they ate. Helen then stacked the dishes in the sink and turned to her son.
"You want to see what I bought today?" She asked.
"Been looking forward to it all morning!" Sean replied.
Helen disappeared for a few moments, bringing a big plastic bag back with her. She reached in and brought out a blue flowered dress holding it up for his appraisal. He nodded his approval. After a few more dresses and blouses, she extracted out the bottom of bag the top and then the bottom of a red bikini.
"And where exactly are you going to wear that?" He queried.
"I thought I would start sun-bathing!" She replied confidently.
"You're going to put that pearl white skin of yours in the sun!" He exclaimed. "Not to mention, that most women, I think, prefer to sun-bath nude. You can always find a corner to stop traffic! I'm sorry, it will look very nice with your black hair."
Helen began to replace the items she had purchased back in the bag. Her plan was to model for him, to tease him, to cause him to want her, but had not expected his reaction to the bikini. She was miffed.
"Did you try on those garments at the store?" He queried. "I thought you might model them for me?"
Helen's spirit lifted as she smiled at her son and left with the bag. A minute or two later she returned wearing the blue flowered dress.
"Well?" She inquired, as she turned around in a circle.
"It's beautiful! And you're beautiful in it!"
On it when with the other pieces of apparel, until she said that was all, intentionally leaving out the bikini.
"Aren't you forgetting something? You're not going to try on the bikini for me?" He asked, in a challenging tone.
"Well! Aren't you the bashful one!" She replied, in a challenging voice of her own.
"Well!" He offered.
"I'll be right back."
Helen checked the fit of the bikini in the mirror on the bedroom door before she headed back to the kitchen. Just before she reached the kitchen door an unexpected feeling of modesty passed through her. It was a fleeting moment.
She walked into the kitchen and stood in front of her son. She turned around in a circle as Sean indicated with his finger.
"You're a bit flushed, mom." He said. "You come into the bathroom naked to pee and tempting me not to peek. And now, you're embarrassed to wear a bikini in front of me? And last night? You’ve become a little tease."
"I am not flushed!" She retorted, quickly feeling she had lost the upper hand in her game of teasing. She now knew, that he knew, that she was very much aware of his orgasm last night while he rubbed her back.
"Come closer." Sean directed. "Turn around."
Helen did as directed, turning to put her backside squarely in front of her son. Her decision to seduce her son was coming apart at the seams. She felt herself flush even more. She actually feared that he would touch her.
Sean indeed had the intentions of touching his mother inappropriately, but he sensed something in her demeanor had quickly changed.
"I don't know exactly how to tell you this mom, but if you do wear this in public you'll need a trim."
"Thank you. That would have been embarrassing." She said timidly.
"I can understand why dad is so infatuated with you." Sean said.
"Thank you. I appreciate you showing your new clothes to me."
Helen walked away confused. Maybe, it was because she had had such a good orgasm last night and released a lot of her sexual tension. But, after leaving the bathroom this morning, she had felt thrilled with the thought that her son would most certainly be tempted to peek around the curtain. She had spent the morning buying a few new clothes, with special attention to the bikini, all for his benefit. Now, she just felt guilty of something.
Days passed uneventful. When Saturday arrived Helen felt compelled to wear a more modest dress, her bathrobe, as she fixed breakfast.
"Morning mom!" Sean said as he entered the kitchen and took a seat at the table, noticing his mother's dress.
"Morning Sean. Are you hungry?"
"Famished." Sean replied.
Within minutes, Helen sat a plate in front of her son.
"Are you cold?" Sean inquired.
"A little." Helen lied.
"I'll be a bit late tonight mom." Sean explained. "I've been invited to a party."
"Sounds like fun."
Sunday evening Sean took his usual shower and put on dark blue cotton shorts and a white T-shirt. He left his bedroom to join his mother in the living room to watch the movie they had agreed on earlier.
Helen was dressed in pink cotton sleeping pants with a 5-button matching top. She heard her son coming down the hall and jumped up with a pillow from the sofa and stood waiting beside the door. She had earlier cleared the coffee table and other items to open up the middle of the living room.
Sean reached the living room door and was blindsided with a pillow hit to his face. Immediately realizing a pillow fight was on, he ducked under the next swing and rushed to grab his own pillow from the sofa. Mother and son danced around the living room looking for an opening to deliver a strike with their pillow.
