Let's begin

I had a few hrs to flesh out my story. I made it so my mother came home tired and stuffy. She would ramble on and on about the sudden heatwave. Like it came out of nowhere(which it did). At the end of the day, her workplace, would decide to send everyone home because of this.

Coming home, my mother, would then greet me by my bedroom door before getting changed. After about 15 minutes, I would see her reappear again having discarded her work clothes.

By now, she would be dressed in a much more 'comfortable' attire, being a white sheer nightie .Underneath, I would see that she would be wearing a white lace thong. Nothing else -Being much too hot for more.

Me being dumbfounded, I would ogle her openly as she talked to me about her day. Torn, I would hover between lust and frustration, while she talked. Thankfully (or not?), I would be spared the torment I would be in when she got the notion to try the aircons. Watching her leave, my eyes would travel down her back and back up, giving me the idea to follow her suit. I would soon ditch the clothes I was wearing to don some loose boxers.

My mother, upon finding out the aircons didn't work, would lament to me dejectedly. Seeking cuddles and affirmation, back in my bedroom on my bed.

Soon parting, we would each go about our daily routine.

At multiple times through the night, exposure by each would occur. Which in turn would be ignored or explained away by some nonsensical logic. By bed, comfort would take precedence over decency.. Leading both in the nude..