The next day, Pete had already finished his laundry and was rummaging around in the kitchen looking for lunch when his mother finally made her appearance.
“Good morning,” Hanna mumbled, heading straight to the coffee pot to set it up.
“Oh, good morning mom,” Pete turned in surprise.
His mom didn’t look too worse for the wear, but she wasn’t looking his direction either. She was wearing a rather nice dressing gown that he didn’t recognize. His surprise doubled when she turned toward him, the gown was an attractive mix of solid satin and lace panels, and beside from having a rather deep, plunging neckline, the lace was completely transparent. The two solid panels were on the front and the back, the lace was on the sides. The front panel barely covered her nipples which were tenting the fabric, her large areolas were clearly visible through the lace.
He managed to tear his eyes away from her prodigious chest and found her lightly blushing with a smile on her face when their eyes met. Now it was his turn to blush as he tried to remember what she had just asked him.
“Hon, the cream please,” Hanna repeated herself.
He noted her eyes had dark circles under them and that she still seemed tired even though she got up late as he handed her the cream from the fridge. However, she still seemed happier than normal… and the outfit that he’d never seen, he imagined she didn’t feel sexy enough to wear it most of the time, he could only conclude the last night’s exploits didn’t haunt her too deeply.
The two, mother and son, moved around one another in the kitchen, making only a few words of small talk and preparing lunch spent the majority of the time not looking at one another. Pete often snuck looks at his mother’s gown, the opaque panels hardly hiding her wide ass and even wider chest. He could tell through the lace that she wasn’t wearing underwear, and was more than one taken aback at how sexy he found her. His once frumpy and invisible mom now captured his imagination. Her enormous boobs would shift under the gown, her plump nipples sliding out to be exposed under the lace.
Pete was glad he was fully dressed as his penis came to life under his clothes. As they sat and ate in companionable silence, their eyes would meet and they would both blush and look down. It was silly and ridiculous, but Pete would play the game as long as she did, pretending to not know that it was his mom that he had played with through the gloryhole.
They cleaned up after lunch together and as she headed upstairs Pete stopped her with a complement.
“Mom, that, that’s a really nice gown,” he stumbled. “It looks nice, I mean YOU look nice, you should wear more stuff like it.”
Hanna paused on the stairs, the earnest expression on her son’s face tugging on her heart.
“Thank you,” she replied in a husky whisper. “Maybe I will.”
She turned back and headed upstairs, Pete lingered to watch her fat ass sliding under the satin until she was out of sight. As he headed down to his basement apartment, he replayed her reply in his mind, there was no doubt about it, it was the same husky whisper she had used in the gloryhole last night.
Pete and Hanna continued to tip-toe around one another over the weekend, but by the time their husband and father, Don, returned on Monday, things had settled down. Pete returned to lurking in the basement and Hanna resumed her hum-drum routine with two exceptions; she had a perpetual half-smile on her lips and she wore her sexy gown morning and evenings.
(to be continued…)
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