Chapter 2

The next two weeks flew by pretty quickly. I’d taken some part time work tending bar in Port Aransas and was doing all the housework, basically being mom’s butler. But it was okay. I was glad to help her out. Plus I was getting free room and board and now saving some cash with my bar gig. Things were going okay.

I wasn’t seeing mom a lot because she’d been busy working. But when I did see her, there was still a strong sexual tension between us. We’d usually hug when we saw each other, kiss hello, or even cuddle sometimes while watching TV, but all that seemed to be over since those two days we’d had sex. Now, whenever I saw her, she kept her distance.

But I could still see something in her eyes. I could tell that she longed for me, like I longed for her. And she still flirted with me and would giggle at all my jokes and shoot me furtive glances. And I think she knew I was glancing back at her and that she got off on it.

For instance, one night, she came out of her room for a late night snack, wearing only a T-shirt, but with no sweatpants on, like she usually wore. Her shirt wasn’t that long and only reached down to the tip of her pelvis, exposing all, and I mean all, of her white lacy cotton thong.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t know I was around. I was in the living room watching TV. She knew she’d walk by me on her way to the kitchen.

As she walked by she said hello with a girlish giggle. I was flat out stunned and could do nothing other than stare down at her lovely, panty covered pussy. And, as she passed, of course I checked out her ass, in all its glory, which, in that thong, looked so voluptuous, tight and firm, so picturesque, like two big balloons with a small string in between them.