Just pizza and a movie.

You let out a sigh. It's been a long day, and it sounds like your mom had a tough day too. You don't want her to make any more of a big deal over things, and you don't have the energy to appreciate the work she'd put into making a special meal for you. You just want to veg out in front of the TV while you eat. "I don't want you go to any trouble mom." You tell her. "Let's just order a pizza. Maybe we can watch a movie while we eat."

She nods. You think she might look a little disappointed that you picked pizza over the offer of her home cooking, but she just says, "That's a great idea. I'd love to have a relaxing movie night with my favorite man." She lifts your hand up and places a soft kiss on the back. Then she gets up, "I'll call for it right now. You can pick the movie." She heads out of your room to get her phone and call the nearby pizza place.

You head downstairs to the family room, sit down on the couch, and start clicking through different streaming services to find a movie to watch. You scroll around, not sure what to pick. You see a horror movie you meant to watch sometime, but your mom wouldn't much like it. Maybe a rom-com, or an action movie — something that doesn't require much thought. Meanwhile, you hear the shower running upstairs. Your mom must have had a rough day and is grabbing a quick shower to relax before dinner.

You settle on an old comedy that's supposed to be a classic. You've never seen it and you think your mom will enjoy it, so why not give it a try. You leave the preview screen open, waiting for your mom to come down before you start the movie. You hear your mom walk into the room behind you. "Oh... that's a good one. Nice choice." She leans over the back of the couch and kisses the top of your head. That's not something she'd normally do. She's been more touchy-feely than usual all day. "Should we have popcorn and soda and make it a real movie night? I can make some."

You turn around to look at her, and see she's wearing a pair of yoga pants and a white tee shirt. Her hair and skin are still a bit damp from the shower. That makes the thin cotton of the shirt cling to her curves and turn slightly translucent. You can see the outline of her nipples through the fabric. Se didn't bother with a bra for sitting around at home watching TV. She smiles at you, waiting for your answer. "Sure," you nod and quickly turn back to face the TV, to avoid staring. This evening was supposed to be her way of apologizing for making you uncomfortable by talking about her sex dream about you. You think that she must either have no idea how she looks in that tee shirt, or not be that troubled by making you uncomfortable. She heads into the kitchen to make popcorn.

While it's popping, the doorbell rings. Your mom answers it and pays for the pizza. She brings it into the family room and puts the box on the coffee table in front of you. When she leans down, her full breasts hand down right in your line of vision. "Popcorn sounds like it's done popping. What kind of soda do you want?" She asks as she hurries out of the room.

You call after her. "I'll just have a coke, thanks. Unless I can have a beer." You add with a snicker. Your mom has always been clear that she doesn't approve of you drinking before you're 21. It's one of her stricter rules. It has to do with a family member of hers becoming an alcoholic at a young age.

"Ok, honey," you hear her say from the kitchen. When she comes in with the bowl of popcorn, she's also carrying two bottles of beer. She looks conflicted as she hands one to you. "I think you're mature enough to handle one beer with dinner, once in a while. I know you won't make me regret it."

You're more than just a little surprised, but you take the bottle from her. You give a shrug and take a sip. "Thanks mom." You say. It not your first taste of beer, you've snuck some before, so it's not that big a deal to have one. You're more impressed by the fact that she's breaking her rule for you. That she sees you as mature enough to handle it. You look at her face closely, wondering what happened to change her attitude so much, so suddenly.

She settles onto the couch next to you. Putting the popcorn bowl in your lap. Then she leans forward to grab a slice of pizza that she hands to you. Then takes one for herself. She leans back on the couch and nestles against your side. Her body feels warm and soft against you. You can smell the floral scent of her shampoo. She breaths in a deep breath. "OK." she says, "Let's start the movie."