With a thought, the baggy sweater on his mother disappeared, replaced by a simple tee shirt with a wide scooped neckline that bared one of her shoulders and short sleeves. The top draped over her chest gracefully, a hint of her cleavage peeking over the neckline, not a curve hidden, and a hemline that rose with each step and flashed her flat belly above the waist of her tight blue jeans. Ben grinned at the sight, eyeing the hint of red waistband riding high on her hips. Making her more of a hipper, hotter mother, the young man knew her underwear consisted mostly of thongs and g-strings.
Ben glanced at Jessie mischievously, thinking of the lacy red bra she had wished for. Keeping some difference between his sister and mother, the brunette now favored lacy boyshorts, rounded out by thongs and g-strings depending on her mood.
“What dishes would you two like?” his mother asked, hands on her hips.
“General Tso’s Tofu, please,” the young man spoke up.
“The same,” his sister grinned.
“Any side dishes? Steamed dumplings, maybe?”
“No thanks,” the two said in unison, Jessie giggling at the occurrence.
“’Kay,” their mother smiled. “I’ll go call the order in. You two play nice in the meantime.”
Ben nearly leered at her tight ass as she walked into the kitchen, concerned with what either she or his sister would think of his ogling a family member. He blinked as his mother disappeared around the corner. Why should they care at all? With a silent wish, no one, not a single person in the world, would ever be concerned with his behavior, no matter what he did. Ben felt – giddy – at the intense freedom that he had.
Without a word, he stood up from the recliner and stepped over to the sofa, motioning for Jessie to follow him. He sat down on the middle cushion, his big sister settling to his right with the remote in hand and changing stations on the television. After a few clicks, the theme to Judge Judy filled the family room as Ben stroked the front of Jessie’s red panties, her jeans unbuttoned and the fly spread to give him access. His sister’s attention on the TV, a slight, pink blush grew on her cheeks at his touch.
“I’ll need to leave in a few –” Their mother announced, walking back into the room. I wish it was delivered, Ben thought quickly.
“Dinner will be here in half an hour so,” she abruptly corrected, striding up to the sofa. Her blue eyes glanced at her son’s hand on her daughter’s exposed panties and lifted her gaze to Jessie’s brown eyes. The young woman shrugged, a small sheepish smile playing across her lips. Their mother blinked, quickly followed by a shrug that exposed her belly button, and sat down on Ben’s left. The young man leaned back against the cushions, a very pleased smile on his face as his sister and mother chatted with each other, and laid his left arm out across behind the older woman, his thumb coming down and idly rubbing her bare shoulder. Absently, her right hand crawled from her lap to his and began to tease the hard rod hidden by his jeans. A wide, wicked grin played across his face, Ben’s brown eyes gleaming. |