The mother and son

His attention was more on the mother than the son, actually. But too late. He was already roped in.

With an inconspicuous look, he let his eyes travel over the woman's body. Comfy physique. Groomed hair and face. Held up by a humble pair of black heels.

"Ma," sighed Benny.

Whatever he was about to bring up, our hero Jack didn't care to expend much attention to it. He just pictured how 'Ma' would look after the reaching in he'd do.

One blink.

Two blinks.

...aaand, voila.

"No, Benny," he heard the woman speaking as if faded in from a trimmed audio bite. She had reached up to remove her cardigan from her shoulders while she did so. "If there was an alternative, I would have been more than happy to let you in on it." Quickly, her eyes darted forward, landing on Jack. "Excuse me, sorry." Her cardigan draped over her outstretched hand. "Can you hold on to this just for a moment?"

Politely Jack took the woman's article of clothing, admiring the body now on display in the same time. It was wrapped in a shoulder-less, white top that accentuated her torso nicely, having been deceptively tucked away behind her now removed cardigan. The current view was much more impressive without its outer accommodations. Jack could see why she tried to keep it hush-hush. He was more than happy, however, to correct it.

Though, of course, that was just the first to go.

Come. Did you really think he'd stop there?

Benny was continuing his lament as next to his mother became a progressively weirder place to be, unbeknownst to him. "I had plans today, Ma."

"Well, too bad." As she spoke, the woman's hands traveled downward to the smooth sheen of her skirt. "Family first, young man, you know the idea. What is it again that I always tell you?" Below, she daintily slid her skirt over her legs, brushing it across her buttocks as her bare thighs were revealed to the public's ever-watching eye. Strangely, it seemed to be rather indifferent about an undressing woman in the middle of a spacious, bustling lobby today. But nevertheless.

Armed with the always familiar monotone speech impediment was her disinterested Benny. "Priority precedes responsibili--"

"Exactly," replied the distracted mother, her eyes swerving across the lobby. "Priority... precedes... responsibility." When their eyes crossed paths, she took the chance to look at him sternly, as a mother in a form fitting blouse and panties in the middle of the lobby naturally would. "Take it to heart, okay, Benny?"

Jack, meanwhile, whistled salaciously to himself, enjoying the visual presentation she carelessly gave him: smooth, fairly well-defined thighs, and a sturdy handful of buttock slung in a modest scrunch of underwear weight-shifting around. Finally, the half-naked mother in her blouse and white cotton panties found a kid probably barely a month or so younger than him, but with an affectation like a doe-eyed freshman. Jack watched in amusement. Could've fooled him. "Hello, dear. Sorry, I know this is abrupt, but can you hold onto my skirt at the moment? I would much appreciate it, and you could immediately own a strange, pretty woman's butt-rubbing piece of clothing for free to brag about to all your friends. Feel free to smell it or do whatever you want with it."

Blinking, but otherwise making a cooperatively low amount of fuss than you'd probably expect from those blooming teens, the guy took the skirt, cheeks twanged with a slight touch of red as he paced away. Jack could've sworn he was rubbing his private area with the skirt through his pants with each brisk step, though he couldn't possibly fathom the incentive for it. Oh who was he kidding, of course he could. He made him perv on it after all. The truth is the truth.

Turning back, he saw the mother once again leafing through a magazine. Clad in only her blouse, heels, and fully exposed pantie-topped legs, she now displayed a much improved fashion statement. Men passing by gave quiet appreciative stares. Jack nodded, slinging the cardigan she gave him over his shoulder. He couldn't blame them.

"Next!" came the voice of the female clerk as the businessman from earlier rolled away with a mug and biscuits. Jack bent a brow, eyes perusing the... selection.