Jack plays with mom

Jack stayed on the couch for a while after Chloe left, still riding the high.

His mom was in the kitchen starting dinner, the normal sounds of cabinets and running water drifting into the living room. Every so often he glanced toward the doorway, replaying the moment she had lifted her shirt for him. The image of her bare tits was burned into his head. Not huge, but soft and real, bouncing slightly when she dropped her clothes back into place like nothing had happened.

He had done that. With one sentence.

Jack leaned back and stared at the ceiling, a restless energy crawling under his skin. He wanted to try more. Needed to. Sitting still felt impossible.

He got up and walked into the kitchen.

Katie was at the counter cutting vegetables, her back to him. She had changed into a simple tank top and soft shorts after getting home, the kind of comfortable clothes she always wore around the house. The tank top left her shoulders bare and clung lightly to her chest.

“Hey,” she said without turning around. “Dinner should be ready in about twenty minutes. Your sister texted that she’s on her way home from practice.”

“Cool,” Jack said.

He leaned against the opposite counter and watched her for a few seconds. The power was right there, waiting. All he had to do was talk.

“Turn around.”

Katie turned to face him, knife still in one hand, expression completely normal.

“What’s up?”

Jack’s mouth went a little dry. He kept his voice casual.

“Take your shirt off.”

Without any hesitation, Katie set the knife down, grabbed the bottom of her tank top, and pulled it up over her head. She dropped it on the counter beside her. Underneath she was wearing a simple light-blue bra. Her stomach was still firm from years of training, and the bra pushed her tits up into a soft, full shape.

She looked at him like she was waiting for him to say something ordinary.

“Bra too,” Jack said.

Katie reached back, unhooked it, and let it slide down her arms. Her tits settled naturally once they were free. Pink nipples, soft weight, exactly like he had seen earlier. She stood there in just her shorts, completely unbothered.

Jack stared openly this time. He didn’t have to hide it. She wouldn’t care unless he told her to.

“Holy shit,” he muttered under his breath.

He took a step closer.

“Play with them.”

Katie’s hands came up and cupped her own tits. She squeezed them lightly, thumbs brushing over her nipples, still looking at him with that same calm, everyday expression.

“You need something?” she asked, like she wasn’t currently standing half-naked in the kitchen groping herself on command.

Jack felt himself getting hard again in his jeans. The fact that she could talk normally while doing whatever he said made it even better.

“Keep doing that,” he said. “And turn around. Face the counter.”

Katie turned and continued squeezing her tits from underneath, pressing them together slightly. The position made her back arch a little. Jack stepped in behind her and let his eyes drag down the curve of her spine to the waistband of her shorts.

He hesitated only a second.

“Shorts and underwear down.”

Katie hooked her thumbs into both and pushed them over her hips. They slid down her legs, and she stepped out of them without comment, still facing the counter, still holding her own tits. She was completely naked now in the middle of the kitchen. The smooth skin of her ass and the faint tan lines from years of training were right in front of him.

Jack’s heart was pounding.

He reached out and rested both hands on her hips, just feeling the warmth of her skin. She didn’t react at all.

“Arch your back more.”

She did.

He stared for a long moment, then forced himself to step back before he did something that would take longer to clean up. Lily was on her way home. He didn’t know exactly when she would walk through the door.

“Get dressed again,” he said. “Everything back the way it was.”

Katie bent down, picked up her clothes, and put them back on in the reverse order. Bra. Tank top. Shorts. When she was done she looked exactly like she had a few minutes earlier, calm and normal, as if none of it had happened.

“You okay?” she asked. “You’re being quiet.”

“Yeah,” Jack said, his voice a little rough. “I’m good.”

He left the kitchen before his face could give him away and went back to the living room. His hands were still slightly shaky. The power was real. It worked on his mom just as easily as it had worked on Chloe. She would do anything he said and never think it was strange.

Jack dropped onto the couch and dragged a hand down his face, trying to slow his breathing.

Lily would be home soon.

And once she was here, he was going to have two people in the house he could test things on.