How Does Your Garden Grow?

As Lynn descended the stairs she felt her breasts bouncing. She stopped at the landing and cupped them through her dress, rubbing her nipples with her thumbs until they swelled to their full size.

Brian was at the table with a sandwich and a glass of milk when she entered the kitchen. He looked up towards her, his eyes meeting her chest.

"What are you having?" she asked.

"Some ham I found in the fridge." he answered.

"That sounds good," she said "it's too hot to eat much."

Brian took another bite of his sandwich and glanced at his mother as she searched through the fridge. Her breasts swayed as she reached inside for some mustard and her dress clung to her ass. The sun shining from the door behind her streamed in, making her dress translucent. Brian could see the silhouette of most of her body through it.

As Lynn made herself a sandwich Brian finished eating, not wanting to be too obvious or drive her away with his lusty advances.

Lynn was hungry and quickly devoured her sandwich and glass of milk. She deposited her plate and glass in the sink then went and sat on the porch. The air was cooling off as evening approached and she was glad. She was pleased with how her flower bed looked and contemplated what else to do with it the next day. About ten minutes later the door opened and Brian came out and sat beside her.

"The flowers look nice." he told her.

"Yeah, they do, but I thought you didn't care about that sort of stuff."

"Not really." he said.

"Just like your dad." she said with a bittersweet laugh.

It seemed to Brian that his mother seldom mentioned his father anymore and he was surprised by her comparison. He looked at the sad look on her face as she stared straight ahead.

"I miss him too," Brian said, his voice shaky "I always will."

Lynn nodded, fighting back tears welling in her eyes.

Brian wanted to give his mother a hug to try to console her, but after what had happened in the bathroom he was afraid she would misconstrue his intentions. Instead he watched her, feeling helpless.

Lynn wiped her eyes and looked at her son. She saw the pained expression on his face and slid closer to him then leaned on his shoulder. Following her lead Brian put his left arm around her shoulder and held her to him. She placed her hand on his leg just above his knee and rubbed her thumb over his skin. A few tears ran down her cheeks and Brian brushed them away with his right thumb. His mother smiled at him and sighed.

"This time it's not wine." he said, hoping to lighten the mood.

"And it's not on my boob." said with a nervous laugh.

"I'm sorry about that," he said "I got carried away."

"So did I," she replied "but it's okay."

Brian's eyes fell into the opening of his mother's dress. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Lynn felt arousal build in her once more as her son peered down the front of her dress. She put her right arm around his shoulder as her way of letting him know his attention was wanted. His back felt firm and she ran her hand up and down it.

"You know what?" she said.

"What?" Brian asked, finally looking up to her face.

"You're the first guy to touch me there since your father."

Brian let his mother's revelation sink in for a moment, then he smiled. "I bet a lot of guys want to though."

Lynn's laugh rang out. "I'm not so sure about that."

"I know I shouldn't say this," he began "but I guess we can be more honest now. You've got really nice ones, mom."

"Thanks... I guess." she replied.

"You guess?"

"Well,how should a mother respond to a compliment like that from her own son anyway?"

Brian shrugged and the corner of his mouth turned up. "I don't know, but you do. You're a babe!"

Lynn smiled, amused by her son's choice of words. "Having nice boobs makes me a babe, does it?"

"No, it's more than that," he elaborated "all of you looks great -- head to toe. You don't see me staring at your butt because you don't have eyes in the back of your head."

"You gave it a hard smack this afternoon..."

"Sorry."

"It's okay. The hot bath made it feel better." she joked.

Brian slid his hand down his mother's back over her left hip to her ass. He gave her cheek a hard squeeze, feeling her flesh mould to his hand. "It does feel nice." he told her.

Lynn smirked but did not tell him to move his hand from where it was. His caress had caused her dress to move up so more of her thighs were uncovered. Brian looked down at them, wondering if she would let him feel them too, but afraid to try.

"Your legs are so smooth." he said, sounding amazed.

"I shaved when I had my bath." she explained.

"Just your legs?" he prodded.

Lynn let out a shy giggle. "No." she whispered, avoiding his eyes.

"Mmmm..." Brian moaned as he gave a blatant stare down towards her lap.

"Oh, be good." she exhorted, giving his shoulders a gentle shake.

Brian and his mother lost track of time as they discussed a variety of things, avoiding any sexual topics as they sat on the porch arm in arm the rest of the evening. Eventually the sky grew darker, telling them night was approaching. It was becoming cool and Brian noticed how hard his mother's nipples were but was unsure if it was from the night air or arousal.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

"A little."

"I thought so. You look it." he said.

Lynn looked down at the front of her dress. She smiled then her eyes moved up to her son's.

"Let's go in then." he told his mother.

Brian let go of his mother and stood up. He extended his hand to her and she gripped it for him to help her to her feet. Brian tugged her inside and closed the door behind them.

"It was getting chilly." Lynn said as she crossed her arms and rubbed her hands over them.

Brian approached his mother and put his arms around her waist. He drew her to him and ran his hands over her back and down her arms, warming her. Lynn felt herself getting wetter as her son's hands roamed over her. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her stomach as he held her and it sent a surge of excitement from her chest down to her clit. Her hands were on his waist and she eased herself closer so she could feel it better.

"I'm going to have a snack before I go to bed." she said, easing away from her son.

Brian sat down and watched his mother prepare herself a sandwich. Once she was finished she joined him at the table to eat.

"The news will be on soon." Lynn told her son as she checked the wall clock.

Brian followed his mother into the living room and sat next to her on the couch. She pointed the remote at the tv then tossed it on the coffee table before settling back. She crossed her legs, taking a subtle glance down to see how much thigh she was showing. Just enough, she thought to herself, then folded her arms on her lap.

Little was said between Brian and Lynn while they watched the news broadcast, save for the occasional comment about recent politics. Lynn was a staunch Republican and her blood boiled when she heard Democrats criticize the president.

"Nothing seems to change," Lynn commented once the news had finished "same crap every day."

Brian nodded as he twisted his body around to face his mother. He had forced himself to concentrate on the television while the news were on, but just her presence was giving him an erection, although he tried his best to hide it with his arms on his lap.

"I'm going to turn in early. I want to get a start on the garden tomorrow morning before it gets too hot." she told her son.

"Wake me up when you get up and I'll give you a hand." he said.

"That's okay. You don't have to." she told Brian.

"I don't mind though."

Lynn never tried to talk Brian out of his offer. She deduced that his reason for wanting to get up was as much to spend time with her as it was to help her, which excited her.

"Okay, I will." she said.

Brian sat silent as his eyes shifted from his mother's face to the rest of her body. She had turned to him so he could now see the inside of her left thigh up her dress. Her clit distracted her and she was in a hurry to get to the privacy of her bedroom.

"Well, have a good night." she said, feeling awkward because of the sexually charged air.

"Night, mom."

Brian stretched his arms out towards his mother to give her a hug. Lynn leaned closer and put her arms around his upper back, feeling his hands slide down to her ass. Brian brushed her hair from her face and gave her left cheek a soft kiss. His whiskers were rough and she noticed how he smelled. It reminded her of how his father smelled and she liked it.

"See you in the morning." Lynn said as she stood up.

Brian listened to the sounds of his mother getting ready for bed, then waited a half hour until he thought she would be asleep before going upstairs. Standing beside his bed he got undressed in the dark. He tossed his t-shirt aside then undid his shorts. He pulled them and his boxers off, leaving them beside his bed. His hand moved down to his hard cock and he began stroking it as he thought about his mother.

When Lynn woke the next morning her room smelled musky. Her pussy was still wet and tender from her fingers the night before. Sitting naked on the edge of her bed she ran her fingers through her hair, wondering what to wear that day. She wanted clothes that accentuated her body but nothing so obvious that Brian would suspect she was trying to entice him -- not that it would take much effort, she thought.

Lynn searched through a drawer and pulled out a pair of black panties she thought were very sexy. Brian would not see them she knew but it made her feel attractive. The shorts she had worn the day before were on the floor where she had left them before getting into bed. She would only get another pair dirty so she decided to wear the same ones again. She shook them off and pulled them up. Lynn ran her hands over her ass, trying to gauge how it must look in the tight shorts.

After searching for a few minutes Lynn decided on a pale blue tank top with thin straps and a straight neckline that left her upper chest and shoulder blades bare. She pulled the top on then stood before the mirror to see how it looked. It was tighter than she remembered and clung to her breasts, highlighting their shape and size. Lynn leaned over as she looked at her reflection. She was relieved that her nipples could not be seen, but still a good amount of her breasts were visible.

Lynn went to use the bathroom and gave her face a quick rinse before she woke her son. She walked down towards Brian's room and gave a few light raps at the door before opening it and poking her head inside. Brian was still asleep with his back to her. The sheet over him was around his waist and she stared at his bare skin. Lynn stepped over to her son's bed. She saw his boxers on the floor next to his shorts and wondered if he was naked under the sheet.

"Brian... time to wake up, honey."

Brian groaned and rolled over on his back. He looked up at his mother and a smile formed on his face.

"You said to wake you up this morning." she reminded him.

"Yeah... what time is it?" he mumbled.

"Just past eight," she informed him "I want to have a quick breakfast so don't rush."

Brian ran his hands through his hair and sat on the edge of the bed. Lynn noticed how he was careful to bunch the sheet on his lap and concluded that she was right about him being naked.

"I have to get up, mom." he said, trying to prompt her to leave.

"I'm not stopping you." she teased.

"But I need to get dressed." he insisted.

Lynn laughed. "So now you know how I felt in the tub yesterday when you were waiting for me to reach for the glass. Revenge is sweet."

Brian nodded. "I guess." he said, sounding irritated.

"Okay, I'll leave you alone." his mother relented. She walked to the door.

"Thanks." he told her, trying to sound more pleasant.

Once his mother had left Brian began getting dressed. His cock was already hard and he knew it probably would be most of that day. He put his boxers and shorts on and chose a t-shirt to wear then went downstairs.

His mother was eating a grapefruit and some toast when Brian entered the kitchen. He poured a glass of juice and sat down adjacent to her.

"It's going to be another hot day." she said.

Brian grunted as he drank his juice.

Lynn placed her dirty plates in the sink, making a mental note that she would have to do dishes later, then waited for her son to finish his juice.

"All ready?" she asked once his glass was empty.

"Yup." he said as he followed her to the door.

Brian picked up the trays of flowers and brought them down to where the others were planted. Lynn dropped her gardening tools on the lawn and knelt down. Brian knelt beside his mother and observed.

There were fewer plants remaining than Lynn had planted the day before so it did not take her long. Brian tried to be helpful but in reality there was little for him to do. He spent most of the time ogling his mother's ass and her breasts under her tight top.

"God, it's hot." Lynn exclaimed once she had planted the last of the flowers.

Lynn stood up and wiped her right forearm across her brow and sighed.

"Okay, here's what you can do," she told her son "go get the hose and water these for me."

Brian walked around to the other side of the porch where the garden hose was. He turned the tap on then drug the house to the flowers by the nozzle. His mother was standing beside her new garden with her hands on her hips, watching him approach. Brian focused on how her full breasts looked as her top clung to them. His cock was throbbing.

As his mother watched Brian gave the flowers a good soaking with the hose. It wasn't until the ground began to turn muddy that she told him to stop. Brian loosened his grip on the nozzle and looked up at his mother. Her nipples pointed towards him through her top. Brian gave her a devious grin and aimed the nozzle at her chest.

"Don't you dare!" Lynn told her son with a smile, but before she got all of the words out water was hitting her.

Lynn squealed as she charged towards her son, trying to shield the stream of water from the hose with her hands. Brian ran backwards, laughing as he watched his mother's top and shorts become soaked. He could tell from her playful expression that she was not angry as she chased him. Soon Lynn's clothes were dripping wet and she knew it was now pointless to resist anymore. She could only get so wet.

"Okay... okay... I give up." she called out, stopping to catch her breath.

Brian dropped the nozzle of the hose and walked over to his mother. Her top looked as though it was painted on her. Lynn looked down at herself, noticing how her soaked top clung to her breasts. She felt vulnerable, as if she were naked before her son. His erection tented the front of his shorts and her clit jumped.

"You should enter a wet t-shirt contest." he teased.

"How do you think I'd do?" she asked.

"I bet you'd win."

"You're biased because you're my son."

"All the more reason why I shouldn't think that then."

Lynn nodded, feeling a pang of guilt.

Brian noticed the change in his mother's expression and realized the cause of it. It made him feel guilty because he was just as culpable. He stepped closer and placed his hands on her hips, smiling at her. He slid his arms around her back and pulled her to him.

"I'm all wet." she reminded him.

"It's my fault," he said "maybe all of this is."

Lynn pulled away and gave him a serious look. "No. Don't you think that."

Brian nodded and mumbled something, then brought his mother to him again. Her stomach pressed against his erection and she moved her hips a bit, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock.

"My little boy's not so little anymore." she whispered into his ear, her warm breath washing over his neck.

Brian took his mother by her right wrist and drew her hand down. He placed it on his cock through his shorts, pressing on the back of her hand. She rubbed it then gave it a squeeze.

"You're thick..." she said in a hushed voice as she rubbed her palm over his shaft.

"Was dad?"

"Yes. You must take after him."

"A few nights I could hear you guys... well, you mostly. I thought you were doing it."

Lynn blushed and tilted her head down. She removed her hand from her son's crotch and placed it back on his hip.

"We should go inside in case someone sees us. I need to get changed."

Brian followed his mother inside to the kitchen.

"I'll be right back, as soon as I change." she told him.

"I like what you're wearing now." Brian told her.

Lynn turned her back to her son and pulled her top off one deft motion. She covered her breasts with her left arm as best she could then turned around and tossed him her wet top. Before Brian could react she raced up to her room.

Brian locked the back door to prevent any interruptions then quietly crept up to his mother's bedroom. He pulled his t-shirt off as he walked and dropped it to the floor. His mother's door was ajar and he pushed it open.

Lynn was looking through her closet wearing only her panties when she heard her bedroom door open. She gasped when she saw her son in the door way.

"Brian..." she blurted out, crossing her arms over her chest.

Brian stepped up to her and placed his hands on her waist. Her skin was still damp from her clothes. He slid his right hand over her ass, pulling her to him. Her forearms pressed on his chest and she had a look of shock on her face.

"It's okay, mom. I love you. Just relax."

Brian ran his hands over his mother's back, caressing her. He pushed his thigh between hers and tugged at her hips to him until he felt her damp panties on his leg. Holding her by her ass he began moving her so her pussy rubbed up and down his thigh. He could feel it's wetness through her thin panties and knew she was ready for him, at least physically. Her mind needed to catch up with her body still.

Lynn felt all doubts and worried fade as her son continued to manipulate her body. She relaxed her arms and placed her palms on his shoulders. Her nipples brushed over his chest and his hair made them swell even more.

Soon Lynn was rocking her hips without any help from her son. She gripped his shoulders and rubbed herself over his hairy thigh.

"How much did you shave down there?" Brian asked in a husky voice.

"Not all of it." she breathed.

"Show me."

Lynn stopped moving and gave her son a nervous look. Brian took his mother by her left hand and brought her over to her bed. Sitting on the edge he moved her so she was standing between his parted knees. He tugged at her panties, sliding them down over her hips until they were half-way to her knees. He ran his hands up her thighs and over her ass while he stared at the thin strip of dark hair trailing down to her glistening lips. He bent down and ran his tongue over them.

Lynn moaned when she felt her son's tongue on the most intimate part of her body, pressing and prodding. She gripped his firm shoulders harder.

"You taste good, mom."

Lynn gave her son a relieved smile.

Standing up, Brian undid his shorts and slid them and his boxers down then stepped out of them. The swollen head of his cock brushed over his mother as his cock reached out to her. She looked down, admiring it's shape and girth.

"Touch it." he told her, his hands on his hips.

Lynn's hand trembled as she reached for her son's twitching cock. She placed her palm on the underside then curled her fingers around it, giving it a gentle squeeze. It was hot and she felt it throb in her hand. Brian gave his hips a slow thrust forward, pushing his cock in her fist. Lynn watched with delight as his shaft moved in her slender hand.

"Come here." Brian told his mother as he climbed on her bed. He gave her hand a gentle tug to encourage her.