“Wow.”
“I know it’s not the same thing, but at least you got a look at some female flesh tonight.” Landon didn’t know how to respond. Should he tell her how turned on he was? For what purpose?
“Still no T-shirt,” he deadpanned.
“What?”
“Sorry, no bra or no shirt.”
“You are a tough negotiator, young man,” his mother told him, shaking a finger at him, which only made him hotter.
“Hey. I didn’t make the rules.”
“No?” She tossed a curly red lock out of her face. “This T-shirt better be worth it.”
Landon was too distracted to spit out anything resembling wit. “Uh…yeah.”
“Well, if I take my bra off, you have to close your eyes,” his mother explained.
“No way. I can’t just take your word for it, Mom.” He wanted to stroke his cock so badly at the moment that it took all of his nerve just to avoid it.
“I mean, you have to close your eyes while I take it off. Then I do the flash. That’s how it works, Mister.” She pursed her lips together for a moment, driving him crazy inside. “I make the rules now.”
“Yes Ma’am.” Was this really happening?
“Close ’em.” Landon obeyed his mother’s order. Every fiber of his being told him to open them, whether it was to catch a furtive glimpse of her nude breasts, or even just the unhooking of her bra if she was no longer facing him. His eyes squinted open. Delicate fingers worked to undo the lace-trimmed closure of her bra. It slipped to the ground at the same time as her shirt covered her bare back. His mother turned.
Landon closed his eyes tightly. “Okay,” his mother said. His eyes flicked open. She sat with her legs curled up, Indian style, underneath her on the center couch cushion, looking every bit the wicked red-headed temptress out of a cheesy sword and sorcery painting. She gripped the bottom of her shirt. His member pressed hard against his pants in anticipation.
“Wait!” He reached to the table beside him and picked up his cell phone.
“No pictures,” she said.
“Why?” Landon used the opportunity to stand up and move closer to her, to the point that he was within two arms lengths of her legs.
“I don’t want these ending up on one of your friend’s phones,” she said, loosening her grip.
“They won’t, Mom. I swear.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.” With that, she shot him another saucy smile and raised up her shirt. Landon nearly forgot to take a picture, he was so entranced by the glorious display. He wasn’t one hundred percent sure, only having some stray nude magazines to go by, but it seemed as if his mother was easily a double D cup. Her maternal mounds only sagged the slightest bit, and were capped off by a pair of pink nipples that were a little smaller than a skateboard’s wheels. Her tan lines were evident, and there was a significant color distance between the tops of her breasts and the portions the bra usually covered.
“God, Mom. You’re beautiful,” he said, as she let her “mom clothes” slip back into place, ending the display.
“You’re sweet,” she said. “Now you should send that to your friends—send it to Amy and tell her you hooked up with some other chick tonight.”
“Mom, that’s—that’s an awesome idea,” he said.
“That is, if you didn’t get my face in the shot. I assumed you weren’t zooming in on my face,” she joked. “Typical male.”
“I think I did. Hey—yeah. That’d be awesome. I’ll send it out as a joke—make them all think I scored with some hot girl.” Landon lifted the camera again.
“You want me to flash you again?” His mother smiled. “If I weren’t your mother, I’d think you were just trying to get me out of my clothes.”
“I just want to send them one—as a joke. With me in it,” Landon said, lowering himself onto the couch cushion beside her.
“Oh, I don’t know,” his mother told him. “Besides, they’ll see it’s me.”
“It will just be from the neck down.” Landon felt his erection throbbing the nearer he got to his mother. Closer up, he noticed the smile lines and wrinkles on her tanned face, but they somehow only made her sexier.
“Landon…” she said, hesitantly. “Don’t you think this is getting a little out of hand?”
“Just one more shot.” He placed his left hand in the air, angling the camera. “Please. I just want to hear what they have to say when they get it.”