Another orgasm could never hurt, so she jilled herself to completion once again, using the wash as lube. It might have been her imagination, but this time it seemed like there was heat added to the tingling.
Once her orgasm was done, she tried her best to wash off the smell but didn’t think she’d been fully successful.
As she dressed, surrounded by another post-orgasm glow, she left her bra off again. When she came out of the bathroom, hair pulled back into a ponytail, she noticed when she walked her breasts wobbled more than normal. Maybe a bra would be necessary to prevent chafing, she mused.
Coming into the kitchen, she saw Josh at the table eating some cereal. “You’re going to ruin your dinner,” she said, automatically.
He raised his eyebrows and between bites, said, “Do I ever not eat dinner?”
Jean laughed. “I suppose not.” She went to the fridge to see what they had to make, instead of ordering in again. She had to pass by her son as she did, and was surprised to realize she must be hungrier than she thought, as a puddle of drool formed in her mouth. The shower wash must still be in effect, as she could feel heat spread over her breasts.
Making some dinner prep, Jean said, “What are you up to this weekend? Your dad won’t be here, so it’s just us.”
“I’m going to hang with Allan tomorrow. Sunday is the lawn. What about you?”
Jean thought about it. What was she going to do? Tonight was for staying in, but then there were two more days of basically being single. Should she call some friends to come over? Just hang out outside?
“I’m not sure,” she said. “Maybe call Linda or Mary and have some drinks tomorrow night. Tonight I’m just going to watch TV. Do you want to join me? We can watch more of the silly hero show.”
“Ummm, sure.”
“Great! Dinner will be in an hour or so, I’ll call you.”
“Sure,” he said, walking up behind her. He gave her a hug from behind and the smell of a vaguely familiar berry scent wafted in her nose. Immediately she felt an ache form in her groin. The darn wash was playing havoc with her body’s reactions. Maybe she needed to lay off of it for a bit, she thought. Josh’s arms were around her middle and when he pulled away his upper arm brushed against the underside of her tits. Heat formed, tingling radiating from her nipples. Damn the body wash!
Jean spent the next hour cooking, trying to ignore the signals from her body. It had been awoken and now wanted relief. When the sauce for the noodles was simmering, she went to her room to put on a bra. It was better this way. She didn’t have time to get herself off, and removing the sensation of her nipples rubbing on cloth would stop the constant hum of pleasure.
As she hooked a bra on and put her arms through the straps, she was alarmed to discover she was being squished more than normal. It was downright uncomfortable! Sighing, she adjusted the garment, letting the straps out to give her girls more room. She didn’t usually have to adjust. Maybe she was gaining weight?
Putting the idea out of her head, Jean went back to her cooking.
Dinner was soon ready, but Jean was alarmed to discover the bra didn’t alleviate her horny mood. When Josh joined her to eat, she found her pelvis tightening and heat forming.
She wasn’t sure if it was the freedom she’d felt the night before, or her ease at going braless around Josh, but she was suddenly filled with the desire to take her bra off and be comfortable again. She stood up and went to her room, leaving Josh at the table. A quick strip and a snap, and she let out a sigh of relief as her breasts expanded into their natural shape.
“I must be starving,” she said, rejoining Josh. “My mouth is watering.”
“I’m hungry too. See? I didn’t ruin dinner.”
“Yeah, yeah. I bet you won’t have your normal two helpings.”
“We’ll see,” he said with a smile, eyes flicking briefly.
Jean did her best not to react, but it was a close thing. Her son had just checked her out! It had been quick, but she was practiced in spotting men’s roving attention, and his eyes had definitely moved to her chest. It was why she normally wore clothes to hide her figure, why she wore a bra to squish her breasts. The less there was to see, the less they looked.
Jean had a hard time sorting out her feelings after seeing Josh look at her chest. She should be feeling uncomfortable, ashamed even, and yet she didn’t. Was it different with him, or had she changed her outlook on people checking her out? There was a definite sense of new pride in her body the last couple days.
Jean sat up straighter and ignored the furtive looks Josh sent her way.
When they were done, Jean set up the show while Josh took care of the dishes. He joined her on the couch and they watched an episode. Jean did her best not to check to see if he was watching the show or her and soon forgot all about it. She was just happy to be relaxed and laughing.
After the show, Josh gave her another hug, a lingering one, which she didn’t mind. She knew her nipples were fully on display in the thin t-shirt, but she didn’t care. Letting loose like this was refreshing!
In bed soon after, Jean drifted to sleep with the scent of berries lingering in her nose.
***
Josh woke up feeling great. He jumped out of bed and took another pill, wondering if he should wait a full 24 hours before jerking off again. For maximum effects. He decided to wait, knowing it would feel great later. It was almost 11 in the morning, so he put on some clothes and called Allan to arrange their day.
The arrangements were soon made, and he went to grab some cereal, wondering if his mom was around. He was unsure about leaving her alone all weekend, with how sad she’d been. A secret part of him wanted to see if she was going to go braless again, but he didn’t think about it too much.
In the kitchen, he found a note on the table from her telling him she was having friends over later. It was signed with a heart, something she used to do when making him lunches as a kid. It made him feel better to see, and her having company over was also a good sign. Josh’s day brightened up, knowing his mom was in a good mood.
He spent the day with friends, not thinking about his parents or school or chores, just carefree and happy. It was a good day.
By the time he was headed home, he was thinking of jumping in the shower to jerk off and spend the evening playing games. He didn’t want to cramp his mom’s get-together.
At home again, it was almost four in the afternoon. “Hey,” he called out as he walked through the front door. “I’m home!”
No answer, and looking around it didn’t look like his mom had been home at all. Happy he was alone, he went to the bathroom and shucked his clothes off. He felt like since he’d started taking the pills he was ready to come faster than normal. If he had a girlfriend it would be a problem, but for trips to the communal shower, his hair-trigger was a blessing.
Stepping into the dry shower, he started to stroke himself lazily, just enjoying the smooth steel of his cock. He liked his cock, he decided. Like, if he was one to like cocks, he thought he had a good one.