Chapter Two
By the time I reached home I was back in the sexy mood I’d been in all day. I pushed all thoughts of Dan’s hesitation with his fantasy out of my mind and focused on it going as hot as I wanted it to. As for Kyle? That would be an issue for another day and I would see what he had to say to his father before I pressed further, maybe I was wrong.
I got out of the car swinging my bag full of goodies and as I walked across the lawn to the house noticed Roger, our next door neighbor and a friend, gawking at me from beneath the hood of his car. I turned and waved at them, letting them know I’d caught them.
They awkwardly waved back and I turned back to the door and walked slowly, putting some extra swing in my hips for my admiring audience. I smiled at the image of flipping the short dress up to show off my red lace panties and really giving them a show.
Instead I thought of the show Dan would get, walking into the room to see my tight little ass in the air in the hot new thong I’d bought. I was heating up again and even the sight of my recently painted, blue nails on the door handle got me hot.
My toes matched and I envisioned them on Dan’s shoulders, while I lay on my back, tied and helpless. God, it was going to be an effort not to get off before he came home! I could play in the shower, but I wanted to come quick and nice and hard for him the first time.
I entered the house and stopping in the living room, put my hand on the arm of the chair and leaning over, slipped my sandals off. They were new and the straps were too tight. Had I not just had my toes painted and was worried about smearing them, I would have driven bare foot. I lifted my leg to scratch at the red line on my foot and swore when I dropped my keys.
I bent over and grinned at the feeling of the dress riding up my ass. The dress was short even by my standards, but I had wanted to feel sexy all day. Had I dropped the key in public I would have had to crouch to pick them up, but here being unladylike was just fine. I lifted my head as I began to straighten and I saw Kyle in the mirror over the mantle.
He was sitting on the couch and wasn’t supposed to be home in the first place. What disturbed me was he hadn’t said anything and was staring directly at my ass. I had no doubt he was getting a good view of my skimpy red panties beneath the dress and my stomach tightened as I remained still, watching him stare.
There was no doubt what he was looking at, his eyes were focused on my rear and he was making no effort to announce his presence. I stood up and without turning said, “What are you looking at, Kyle?”
I saw his eyes widen in the mirror and his face flushed in embarrassment. My stomach experienced another twinge as that removed any doubt. My son had been staring at my ass.
I turned and walked over to him, carefully smoothing my dress in the front, trying to pull it as far down my thighs as I could. Had I known Kyle would see me, I would have never worn anything this short.
“I asked you a question.” I said softly. “What were you looking at?”
“Oh, um…just you.” He gave me a nervous smile, “I like your dress.”
“My dress.”
I stopped in front of him and kept my eyes on his, watching to see if they would stay on my face or try to look at my chest. The dress was as low in the front as it was high in the back and revealed more cleavage than usual.
Kyle’s eyes, the same beautiful shade of deep blue as Dan’s, stayed on mine, and then quickly darted downward. I cleared my throat and gave him the classic line usually reserved for guys with wandering eyes.
“My face is up here.” I emphasized my words by crossing my arms over my chest.
His blush deepened and he looked into my eyes this time.
“Oh, sorry, just looking at the dress, is it new?”
“You know, honey, not many boys know their mothers wardrobe that well.”
“I guess I pay attention,” he looked away evasively, but added, “You look nice in red.”
“Thank you.” I nodded and wondered if I should push it.
How would I? Just come out and ask ‘why were you staring at my ass?’ I hesitated just as I had been hesitating for the last few weeks. I needed to confront him and couldn’t. Or I needed to tell Dan and let him handle it, but I wasn’t sure Dan would handle it anyway but flipping out and I couldn’t blame him.
“Wow, you did your nails too!’ Kyle leaned forward and gestured towards my hand, “That blue is really nice.” His eyes dropped to my feet, “Toes match as always.”
“I’m funny like that.” I gave him a smiled, and decided to fish a little, “You know Kyle very few sons notice things like that on their mother.”
“Not many sons have a mom as beautiful as you.” He returned my smiled, his blue eyes beaming.
“You’re smooth my boy.” I tousled his blonde hair, “No wonder you do well with the girls.”
“I do what I can.”
“Not lately.” I tapped my chin, “Kyle how long ago did you break up with Cindy?”
“This again, mom?” He
