A Mother's Seduction -- Con't

I didn?t see mom again until dinner time. She was quiet, a bit preoccupied I guess; enough so that Dad asked her if everything was all right. ?Yeah, fine.? She tells him as she moves the food around on her plate with her fork. ?I have a report I have to finish by Monday, that?s all. I can?t seem to get it out of my head.? She shot a quick glance in my direction. A snotty glance. We sat and ate; my father asking the usual questions. ?How was school?? ?How?s baseball going??? Bla? Bla? Bla? Bla? Every once-in-a-while, I caught Mom looking at me. She was hard to read. One time she looked mad, the next time, she didn?t. I was beginning to worry about the repercussions heading my way.

The rest of the night went relatively normal. After dinner, the dishes were cleared, Dad sat down in front of the TV watching baseball, and Mom sat at the dining room table going through her briefcase. The only thing different was the fact that I found myself looking at my Mom a lot. For a second, I wondered how my Dad managed to get a woman as beautiful as my Mom and how lucky he was. Then after a few more minutes of thought I realized with the bitching and the mood swings Mom was notorious for?I figured that maybe Dad broke even on the whole thing. But she certainly was hot

Her hair was back in a ponytail; the tail hanging well past her shoulders. She had a long, off-white sun dress on that had some-kind of yellow and pink floral print over one shoulder and down the other side. She seemed to float as she walked. She was bare foot; something she didn?t do often. I found it very ?Girl next door?, although she was way more beautiful than any girl that had ever lived next door; or on the entire street.

Her make-up was light, her lips a pretty shade of pink. Her make-up looked fresh; like she?d freshened up a bit before dinner. That was something she didn?t normally do. She looked much younger then forty-three. She looked? ?Well, like she should be on the cover of some magazine.

I was sneaking glances at my Mom so much that I started to feel self-conscious. I told them that I had a book report coming up and headed up to my room ?To read?. ?That?s my boy?, my old man boasted. ?He?s something? isn?t he Kat?? {Kathy} Dad asked, never taking his eyes off the TV. ?Oh yeah, he?s something alright.? Mom agreed as she looked away from her paperwork only to find me staring at her again. I was close enough to first see her cheeks fill with color and maybe a hint of embarrassment in her eyes and then, the next second, her lips tightened, and her eyes narrowed. She quickly turned back to her work. Talk about hard to read, Holy Fuck. It was like living with Mrs. Jeckle