Chapter 2

If he wasn't responsive to her subtle innuendos and actions, it meant everything had to come from his desire and curiosity. And to do that, she had to become less of a mother and more of a woman, a sexy, irresistible woman.

During the boy's quick shower, the woman went quickly into her room and picked a beautiful, white summer dress with red stripes and she quickly did her hair in a high ponytail tied up with a silky ribbon, which she dexterously tied in a cute, ample bow.

Of course that the boy never would've guessed why she did that, for him, it only seemed natural for his mother to change clothes after she finished cooking and baking, so when he came back into the kitchen, he wasn't much surprised by her decision to do that. 

Instead, he was rather surprised to see her rocking her hips to the sides, keeping a steady rhythm to match the song's beat, and realizing how gorgeous and appealing his mother was.

Staring out the big windows in the kitchen at the neighbors walking down the street, she finally finished squeezing the last lemon in a small recipient before transferring it into bigger carafe.

The small ice cubes disturbed the rather awkward silence between the two of them until Natalie turned around with the big decanter in her hand and a large glass in the other.

"I bet you're thirsty, sweetheart." She poured some lemonade into the glass and walked towards the aisle where Jack was slouching over.

"You know me so well, mom." He smiled and although he struggled not to stare for too long at his mother's generous cleavage, he couldn't ignore the enticing breasts squeezed together in her bra, partially revealed by the low neckline of her dress.

Her heart skipped a beat at the pleasant chill riding down her spine and began pounding in her chest when she watched her son's eyes avert when he wished nothing more than to stare at her breasts.

It was a rather difficult task to complete, but that only fueled Natalie to make a move, even if she subconsciously knew everything about her thoughts and desires was wrong and frowned upon, she couldn't help but think about her son's cock, throbbing in his pants for her.

She had to see it, touch it, feel it inside her. She merely caught a furtive glimpse of his manhood in the shower, but it promised her good times.

"Ooh, aren't you a dear? No, sweetie, I'm not going anywhere." Natalie followed his question and stopped close to him.

She handed him the half-filled glass and continued pouring the lemonade, always keeping an eye on his excited glare.

She could feel and sense the tension between them, she could tell a bulge's outline showed through his pants.

For a split second, she closed her eyes in bliss when she felt his hot breath blowing down her hand as she continued filling up his glass.

"Woah, enough, hey, hey... damn." Jack placed the glass on the aisle and tried to stand up.

"Damn it, mommy is so clumsy. Here, let me!" Natalie quickly pushed him back in the chair and grabbed a rag from a counter.