Paul had been working at the chemical refinery since graduating college. Except for plant shutdowns twice a year his schedule was fairly light. Since the next shutdown was not scheduled to take place for two months, Paul decided to take a few days vacation. He had no particular activities planned; instead he was going to take care of various errands and small jobs around his house. Paul was telling his mother of his plans and when she learned he was going to the local hardware store she asked if she could go along.
"Paul, honey...I need to price some lighting fixtures. I want to make some changes and if I wait on your father it will never get done."
"Sure, Mom. I have some things to do in the morning. I can pick you up about 2:00. How's that?" he responded. Paul had heard his mother be more critical of his father lately and was curious as to the source of the attitude.
"You don't think Dad will get motivated?" Paul asked, chuckling.
"He just doesn't seem to be interested in anything anymore." replied his mother. "Unless it's golf...or work. Definitely nothing I am interested in."
"Damn, Mom. Is everything ok?" he inquired in a concerned tone.
"Sure, honey. You know old people are. Wanting things the way they used to be." she quietly answered.
"You're not old. You're only 46. That's just a spring chicken." He chided gently.
"You're very sweet, Paul." she smiled into the phone.
"You'd be surprised, Mom." said Paul.
Momentarily surprised by his tone, she thought her son might be flirting with her. Deciding he was simply joking around his mother played the comment off by laughing into the phone.
"You're such a naughty boy!" she exclaimed.
Her son laughed with her. "See you tomorrow, Mom."
"Ok, honey. Love you"
"Love you, too"
Placing the handset in its cradle, she leaned back in the chair going over the conversation. Closing her eyes remembering Paul's words and easy, playful manner. Visualizing his dark blue eyes, his close-cropped brown hair. Seeing his form in her mind she let herself think of his broad shoulders and long, well muscled legs. Her pulse quickened at the recollection of Paul's recent visit. He had taken some laps in the pool and she happened to look out the kitchen window as he strode up the steps out of the water. The steps were opposite her vantage so he faced away from the window as he exited the pool. She caught her breath at the sight of her son's powerful butt flexing under the wet cloth of his suit. The drops of water trickling down his body had caught the late afternoon sun and sparkled like a golden aura surrounding his tanned body as he turned. As if in a trance she gazed over the well-defined pects lightly covered with hair. Her eyes drifted down his flat stomach noting the tight abs. His loose fitting swimsuit clung to him and she could plainly make out the contour of his manhood swaying between his legs as he walked to a nearby chair to retrieve his towel. Watching the thick, pendulous organ sparked a lustful yearning within her soul. She shivered with the memory and silently rebuked herself. "Diane, Diane." She thought. "You really need to get a grip, dear." Shaking the cobwebs of the daydream she rose from the chair and attempted to concentrate on other things as she busied herself about the house.
* * * * *
A little before 2:00, Paul pulled his car into his parent's driveway. His father was walking down the sidewalk carrying his golf bag. Paul thought, 'Golfing on a Wednesday?'
"Hiya, Paul." His father greeted him.
"Hello, Dad. You golfing today?" Paul asked.
"Nah. Hitting the road. My route will keep me out of town 'till Friday and there's a course I want to try before I come home. Your Mom told me you had some days off."
"Yeah. All work and no play." Paul winked. His father laughed
"Hello, honey." His mom greeted Paul from the doorway.
"Hi, Mom." He responded walking up and hugging her.
His father approached and, leaning in, gave his wife a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. "Bye, Diane. See you Friday. Maybe Saturday. I'll call. Love you."
"Have a safe trip, dear." Said Diane to her husband's back as he headed to his car.
Paul noticed a forlorn look pass over his mother's face as she watched his father back the car out and drive away.
"Ready to go?" Paul asked.
"Sure, honey." She replied smiling, the mood seeming to have passed.
Paul opened the passenger door of his truck for his mother watching as she stepped up into the vehicle. Diane was attired in khaki slacks and a white t-shirt with her country club logo prominently displayed. The effort she exerted caused the material of her slacks to be pulled tightly to her ass and thigh. Paul noticed the shape of his mother's ass revealed by the garment molding itself against the round, full form. Diane settled into the seat and Paul closed the door firmly, shaking his head to rid it of the vision he had just seen. His girlfriend had been distant of late and only last night had found some excuse not to have dinner with him. As if his thoughts were being read his mother asked as they drove away from the house, "How's Lisa?"
"She's doing ok. We haven't seen much of each other lately. You know the shut-down just finished and our schedules haven't been cooperating." Paul shrugged.
They engaged in more small talk as they made their way to the hardware store. Once there, Diane accompanied her son to the lumber department. Paul made his selection and arranged for the pick up of the articles on the store's dock.
"Mom, go ahead and get the things you need. I'll pick up the lumber and meet you around front."
"Ok, honey" his mother responded. "See you in a minute."
While Paul helped the store employee load the lumber into the bed of his truck it began to rain. The rain fell steadily and it did not take long before Paul's clothes were soaked through. Cursing under his breath Paul drove his truck around to the front of the store. As he approached he saw his mother standing under the covered walkway of the main entrance. There was another truck waiting under the cover for some reason and Paul stopped short of the cover and waited for the driver to move. For some reason his mother began to move toward Paul's truck. "Wait!" Paul shouted involuntarily. At the same moment Diane began to trot the rain became a deluge. Even though the distance from her starting point to the vehicle was twenty feet, she was totally drenched by the time she opened the door.
"My goodness!" she exclaimed as she slammed the door.
"You should've waited, Mom. I would've pulled up to get you." Paul said.
"I didn't think it was raining that hard." Said Diane.
Paul reached into the extended cab and retrieved a roll of paper towels. Tearing a couple off he handed them to his mother. He took a couple more and wiped his face and arms. Paul looked over to see if his mother needed more assistance and immediately noticed her t-shirt had become almost transparent when the water soaked it. He could easily make out the outline of Diane's bra and the material molded itself into her subtle cleavage. Diane was by no means buxom but at only 5'3" her breasts were ample for her frame. The air conditioning in the truck chilled her wet body to the point that her nipples stiffened and protruded noticeably. Even though covered by a t-shirt and bra, Diane's nipples were stunning. Half an inch long and at least half an inch in diameter, they seemed to be trying to escape their confinement. Paul stared a mere moment longer than he meant to and his mother was able to figure out what had caught his attention. She experienced a brief feeling of embarrassment that quickly transformed into a vague detachment.
His mother stole a glance at him and saw Paul was occupied negotiating the parking lot. Unable to exercise any control, Diane's gaze was drawn to her son's lap. A tube shaped bulge was pinned against his thigh by the wet fabric of his shorts. Diane was revisited by that same primal desire that she had experienced the day she had brazenly watched her son by the pool. Gripped by this craving she impulsively decided to act. Leaning to her left, the woman reached into the extended cab weakly mumbling, "I need another towel."
Diane's titties brushed her son's arm that was resting on the console as she leaned over. Feeling his muscles flex fueled her longing and she shamelessly moved her upper body so that as she returned to her seat her taut nipples raked Paul's bicep. Diane used the excuse of the paper towel to tease her nipples unseen by her son. As Diane daubed the towel against the front of her t-shirt, she gently squeezed her breasts and raked her fingers over her stiff nubs. She was so worked up by the electricity of the moment and her lust driven actions that she was barely conscious of her surroundings. Wanting to know if her bold endeavor had affected her son, Diane furtively looked into Paul's lap. She almost cried out when she saw that his member had swollen to twice the size of her previous glance. Paul and Diane were so caught up in their respective reveries that they thought nothing of the fact that not a word was exchanged between them on the return trip.
*****
Arriving at his parent's home, Paul pulled into the driveway. The rain had subsided, but the sky still looked threatening.
"Come inside and dry off, Paul." His mother suggested.
Paul shook his head slightly, "Nah. It won't take me long to get home. I'll be ok."
"Nonsense." She insisted. "You'll come in and get dry."
He recognized her tone of voice and realized that argument would be useless. His mother had made up her mind and the path of least resistance seemed attractive at the moment. They exited the truck and entered the house. Diane walked towards the bedroom speaking over her shoulder, "Get out of those wet clothes and I'll bring you a robe, Paul."
"Mom. Really. It's not necessary." Her son protested.
"Don't argue, Paul. I can dry them in no time. There's no good reason to go out in wet clothes." Her frustration was evident.
