A mother and son bond over, and in, their favorite beverage

A mother and son bond over, and in, their favorite beverage, It was the summer after my 18th birthday. I had just returned home one afternoon after a quick run to the grocery store. I went to pick up some milk to get the family through the rest of the week. I have twin sisters, and between us kids and my parents, we go through things like milk and juice fast. I made sure to pick up a lot, just to be sure.

When I walked into the kitchen, I found my mom standing bent over with her face in the fridge. Normally I would just say “Hi” and keep walking, but I noticed that she was clothed in nothing but a small white bath towel. I could tell she had just gotten out of the shower. Her smooth, shapely tan legs were beaded with drops of water, and there was a small pool around her beautiful little feet.

I felt myself get hard immediately upon seeing her. I had kept my fascination with my mother’s body a secret since I had first noticed it around age eleven. I usually managed to keep it under control, but her wet body was causing the towel to cling to her cute, petite ass, and I got the feeling that my pants had just shrunk two sizes.

I tried to make casual conversation.

“What’cha doin’, mom?” I asked, setting the crate of milk bottles on the kitchen island.

“Oh”, she said, suddenly rising from the fridge, her silky black hair clinging to her neck and shoulders, “I didn’t hear you come in, sweetie. I thought you might have gone to the movies with everyone else. I was just looking for something to drink. I took a really hot shower and got thirsty. What’ve you got there, darling?” Besides a raging hard-on?, I thought as I watched this wonderful, wet goddess shift her weight to one foot and arch the other one adorably against the side of the fridge. Damnit, that’s your mom! Stop thinking about it!

Those graceful wet feet slipped across the kitchen floor as she abandoned the fridge and approached the island.

“Just some milk,” I replied, hastily swallowing the nervous lump that had formed in my throat. I worried that she might see my erection, so I stepped closer to the counter, leaning against it.

“Wow, you got a lot! Good; we go through stuff like that too damn fast in this house. You know, I think I’d like a glass. How about you?”

“Um, sure, mom.”

We stood in silence for a moment until my mom suddenly giggled. I loved her cute school girl giggle. It was amazing that a 38 year old woman could still sound 16.

“Well”, she laughed, “Aren’t you going to get us some glasses?”

“Oh”, I said, coming to, “Um…you’re closer to the counter, right?”

“Yeeeeees”, she said coyly, “But a handsome young man should be polite and get his mother a glass, no? I mean, I’m practically naked, and the only things holding this towel up are my hand and these.” She playfully heaved her chest up a bit, hinting to me that the towel was sure to come off if she had to remove her hand to grab two glasses.

“Oh, right, sorry”, I awkwardly blurted out. “Um, okay, but could you close the fridge door while I get them? You know stuff like that bothers me.”