A little discomfort brings much relief

Sitting on my bed I felt the temperature sharply increase. Soon....I thought darkly with a smile on my face. Time passed when I heard the engine of my mother's car pull into the driveway.

Alighting from the bed, I got up to peek out the window. There stood my mother bending to reach into the car to retrieve her belongings. My hips bucked against the sil as I watched her rump pull her dress taut. Splotches of pre darkened the front of my shorts into a circular patch.

Sweat and lubricant made a mess of my person as I deeply watched my mother fumble her way about. Just when I was on the verge of exploding, I was cooled down by her straightening up. With a slam, she closed and locked her car door.

Tucking a few stray hairs that were plastered to her forehead, I watched as she entered the house.

"John! I'm home!"

Footfalls told me she was coming upstairs. I debated about the idea of sitting on my bed, but it was much too hot for that. So I turned from the window to look out into the hall.

A jingle of keys, followed by a dull thud, told me that she was only down the hall. That's where I knew we left our things. It was probably the clothes rack.

"John?"

"Yeah, mom," I called out, "in here."

Anticipation was all but on my mind thinking of her coming in here. I licked my cracked lips in hot desire.

"There you are!" I heard her call. And then, there she was. Standing at my door.

Her eyes betrayed nothing of my present state.

Conversation flowed, mainly on her part. I just ogled and nodded along.

Up close now, I could see that she had unbuttoned a few spots on her blouse. The lace and a fair amount of cleavage was on show. Was that done on the ride home?

She looked exhausted.

"...Anyway.... I'll leave you to it, I'm going to change," I heard her finally say. I watched her turn and leave. Looking down, the stain from before had expanded to the whole front. My pants were practically useless. She must've thought this was due to the heatwave...

Whilst waiting, I attempted to change into a new set of shorts. Midway through, being buck naked downwards, my mother suddenly reappeared. She was in her white transparent nightie.

I cursed my luck. I didn't believe it had been 15minutes, surely. Were things getting pushed along somehow?

I paused. She paused. Then time went back to normal.

"Getting changed too huh?"

I felt these four words sober my mind from her current choice of wardrobe.

"ah... I guess you could say that mom," I eyed her body and face trying to gauge her reaction. I could see her eyes flit over my nakedness, then onto the cupboard.

Me being a lecher, I admired the way her white thong hugged her hips. Even her breasts lay exposed to my eye. She seemed to expect this wear to be normal.

"Well, don't be too long. I'm making dinner soon," ignoring my apparent nakedness, she seemed satisfied that I was changing into something more comfortable. Her inquisitive look from before was her making sure I'm alright.

Soon she was gone. I watched her body twist and turn. I knew where she was going next.