Yes, he can't resist the temptation

Dan took a deep breath. He knew it was wrong. He knew what people would say if they knew, but he couldn't help it. His libido had been in overdrive recently. The recent warm weather allowed many nubile women his age to wear more revealing clothing. His job provided him an almost constant stream of attractive women to look at, and it was getting to him. No amount of porn could ever compare to the real thing, even if it was his mother.

Dan felt his hands shake as he crept closer to his mother's door. He heard her say something in a low voice as he inched his way closer. Careful of the creaking floorboards, he stopped just outside of the cracked door and took a deep breath. The view was everything he'd hoped for.

Laura had her cream blouse off as she tried to get a black bra clasped around her slender stomach. Her breasts, on full display in the mirror, drew his eyes like a moth to the flame. Dan stifled a gasp as his eyes drank in the image.

"Why can't they just stay the same size," Laura complained as she spun the cup part of her bra back around and slid her arms through the straps.

Dan gulped as his mother's breasts jiggled and bounced. In a flash, her flesh was covered up by the plain bra.

"Are you kidding me? This is the third one!" Laura cried as she rubbed under her left arm. "I can't go without," she finished in a small voice, Dan could just make out.

Laura glanced around the room and seemed to blink as she looked in the mirror. Dan knew it was past time to be gone. He took two steps toward his room and opened the door as quietly as he could.

"Honey?" Laura called.

Dan took a deep breath and closed the door louder than he might have normally. "Yeah?" he called.

"Are you headed out?"

"Yeah, mom, just putting the clothes I missed in the hamper. Forgot to close the door. Have a great one," he called as he all but ran toward the front door.

"Love you, dear," his mother called as he opened the front door.

"Love you," he called and stepped out onto the small porch.

Just as he closed the heavy door behind him, the scene in front of him made all thoughts of his mother's breasts run out of his mind. Water erupted from the fire hydrant as two firefighters rushed to get out of the way. The torrent slammed into a parked car across the street. He winced when one of the back windows burst.

"Get back!" one female firefighter screamed as she waved her arm toward two onlookers.

It took fifteen minutes for the man in charge of the scene to let Dan leave in his old beater. He'd gotten the car for a steal when one of the neighbors didn't want to transport the twenty-year-old vehicle across the country.

Traffic was light as he drove to work. The brief glimpse of his mother's chest distracted him as he drove to the one place he didn't want to be. The only good thing about his job was that it was close to home. Big Bucks, a popular box-store chain, paid just above minimum wage. The retail job helped pay the bills, so he didn't mind the work too much. He'd heard his boss talking to the others about the large truck coming in the previous day and hoped his day wouldn't suck too badly.

"Dan, how are you today?" Fred asked as he limped across the parking lot to where Dan parked.

"I'm alright, you?" Dan answered as he secured the window handle so it wouldn't spin if someone pressed on the glass. He got out of the car and locked the door before pushing against the driver-side window. He sighed when the glass slipped about a millimeter lower but didn't fall completely down.

"Leg's doing a little better. They have you at Customer Service today," Fred said as he fished in his patched slacks and drew out a faded name badge. It was said Fredrick Walts was an employee for Big Bucks when they first opened the store thirty years ago. Fred never confirmed nor denied the rumor.

"Oh, joy," Dan grumbled as he too put on his name badge. "Want to switch?"

"No on your life, son. I swear, the customers are getting meaner and meaner as time goes on. Oh well, that's what you sign up for in retail"

Dan grunted his agreement and followed his older coworker into the building.

It didn't take long to get clocked in, grab an earpiece and walkie, and make it out onto the floor. He nodded to his coworkers or said hello as he passed them. It felt like everyone had the same expression, of abject misery. He wondered if his face showed the same feeling.

Customer Service was not fun for Dan. He liked to be left alone to stock the shelves. He didn't have to deal with too many customers and complaints, but most of all, he didn't have his boss, Ms.Carmen hovering over him.

"I'm glad you made it on time," Carmen said in a clipped British accent.

"Work the last register and let me know ten minutes before your break. Someone will need to cover you."

"Yes, ma'am," Dan called as he took his position behind the antiquated register and tried to put on his best smile. The first lady in line all but sneered at him as she pushed her shopping cart up to the counter.

"You! I demand a return."