by Kotton Khandy
All persons are eighteen or over. This work is a piece of fiction.
Home from work I headed down the hall to my bedroom to slip out of my work clothes for the day and into something more comfortable for the evening before I started supper. I noticed the door to my ex-husband’s office out of the corner of my eye. The door was not completely shut. Pulling the door closed I went to change without another thought of it. Tim would soon be home from football practice, and he would sit in the kitchen working on any homework and we’d talk about our day while I fixed supper.
Hank had left with his secretary, twenty-four-year-old, Constance four years ago. Tim had been the good thing in my life that had kept me moving forward during that time. I stood in front of my mirror nude looking at myself. Something I can’t remember doing in years. A very well-kept thirty-eight-year-old high school principal I thought. Oh, I’d hear the muffled murmurs in the hall calling me a MILF. I’d find the occasional note slipped under my door when I came into the office in the morning. I laughed aloud to the woman in the mirror. Horny teenage boys are full of hormones. Well not all of them were boys.
I studied myself turning in front of the mirror. It had always been the tits I sighed. Overly blessed with large breasts. So big they were almost comical for my stature, boys and men had always wanted them. Ten years ago, I toyed with the idea of a reduction. Hank of course was against it. The doctor had shown me pictures that had been morphed with a software of what I would look like if they took them down to double D cup. Then D cup and finally C cups. In the end, I’d made up my mind and had them lifted instead of a reduction. I just did not look like myself in the morphed pictures. The triple D cups were me. Now they stood high like they did when I was younger…
At five foot three, I was dynamite in a small package. That’s what my daddy had always called me. Thought for a different reason. I looked into my own eyes in the mirror. Why all of a sudden was I worrying about how I looked. I’d turned down every man who had flirted or hit on me since Hank left. Tim would soon graduate and probably be gone to university. Colleges were lining up to offer him a football scholarship. ‘He had brains and the hard bod- ‘. I shook my head. ‘Brains and brawn.’ Where the hell did that thought come from about his hard body,” I asked myself aloud.
I slipped on a pair of stretch pants and workout bra throwing my hair up in a ponytail. My normal dress after school. Except I normally wore a t-shirt over the workout bra, but it was still summer, and I’d been hot a lot of the day walking around campus.
Removing my contacts in the bathroom I slipped on my black-framed glasses. Supposedly nowadays they are considered sexy according to a Cosmo, someone had left, that I read in the teacher’s lounge. Who cares? Does anyone actually live like Cosmo says people should, I wondered? Tim was the only man in my life. I just want him to be happy and successful. Maybe he will take care of momma in her old age instead of putting me in a home.
Headed to the kitchen I remembered Hank’s door being open. I always left it closed and had left his shit in there after I kicked the cheater out. Neither I nor Tim went in there. I was looking in the door and everything looked normal when I heard Tim come through the door.
“Mom I’m home.”
I walked into the kitchen, “Hey baby how was your day?” Tim looked up putting his books on the table and missed the table them hitting the floor.
“Uh… It was fine mom.”
“You ok baby?”
“Uh. Yeah, sure mom. Just misjudged the table.” I noticed a hint of color on his cheeks. Maybe he was just hot still from practice.
“Starting on supper. Having chicken fried steak.” I turned to see him look up from his book and nod then look back down. Something was bothering him. Tim could not lie to me, and I knew he lied when he said he was ok.
Working on preparing the meal as he worked on his schoolwork, I thought I heard some kind of a click. I turned and Tim was looking in his book. “So, who has you working on homework?”
“Misses Atkins. Calculus exam coming up end of the week.” Tim stayed focused on his book.
I turned around to tend the steak. “Have you been in your dad’s old office?”
“No mom.”
“Oh?” I turned to Tim. “His door was open a little when I got home.”
“Uh… Yeah, sorry I forgot. I needed a pen last night and did not want to wake you, so I checked to see if there was some in there.”
“Was there?”
“Um… No mom, I just finished it at school this morning.”
Tim was definitely lying to me but why? Why lie about being in Hank’s office? He lied hardly ever. I would respect his privacy. For now. Tim knew I did not like being lied to. Especially after Hank. Maybe it was important. As I said, for now.
I felt like I was being watched as I prepared supper. Looking up into the microwave over the stove I could see Tim’s reflection. He appeared to be looking at me from time to time. I turned slowly and he was looking at his books. Maybe he had been thinking.
“Sweetheart mom needs a favor.”
“Sure mom.”
“Can you go out to the garage and get me the bag of crinkle fries. I was going to mash potatoes but that will take longer.”
“I don’t mind waiting, mom.”
I turned to him Tim was looking at his books working. “Please Tim, go get them out of the freezer in the garage.”
“Uh… Can I get it after I fin- “?
I was staring at him. He was officially acting odd. He’d always do what I asked no questions. “Tim. Please and now. You can finish that problem when you get back.”
I turned back but made to watch him in the reflection of the microwave. He got up and headed out then came back. Soon as the door was opened, and him came back in, I turned walking to him to get them. I suddenly knew why he had balked at going to get them. Grabbing them and turned back to the counter before the color hit my cheeks.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
“Uh, sure mom.”
I put the fries on the tray trying to push the picture of his hard cock in his jeans out of my mind. The more I tried to push it out of my mind the more it wanted to stay. Shit, he was hung. I put the fries in the oven and went to the restroom in the hall quickly. My nipples were hard as a fucking rock and sticking out in the bra. With these big breasts, I’d inherited thick nipples that were hard to hide.
“Tim, could you turn the steaks?” I called from the bathroom.
“Yes ma’am.”
Shit, they weren’t going down. Maybe Tim won’t note… Wait! Was he hard because of me? Had he been staring at me instead of thinking? ‘Shit Betty!’ I said in my head. Was that click him taking a picture of me with his phone? Why was he lying to me? Calm the hell down I said to myself in the mirror. It was all coincidence.
“Mom, I think they are about done,” Tim called.
“Take them out and put them on the paper towels on the plate please.”
Under control, I came out and finished supper. Tim looked at his plate a lot while we talked and ate. I felt myself smiling and getting excited. That little stud was doing his best to avoid looking at me. I felt a little bad for him and a little ashamed of myself. I was enjoying it and shouldn’t.