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the nipples poking out and her constantly getting up and strutting around the room, I’d begun to feel uncomfortable.
    At first I’d wondered what was up because if anything Mom, despite her damn good figure, always dressed pretty conservatively. In fact I remembered over hearing dad asked her why she didn’t show off a little more. I’d been in middle school at the time and Mom’s answer was that she wanted to dress proper because she didn’t want the teachers or other parents to think she was slutty. She said she was worried about Dad’s reputation and didn’t want me getting any ribbing from boys about my ‘hot mom’.
    That was one of the many things that made mom special, most women would get a kick out of teasing guys my age, but even now she never showed herself off much. Until today that is. That was when it dawned on me that she was doing it for dad, letting him fully enjoy his trophy wife as he always called her.
    Mom had seemed unconcerned with the fact her son was seeing more of her than he needed to and was more affectionate than usual, hugging me several times and at one point, sitting on my lap at my father’s request for a picture. As dad fiddled with the camera, Mom hugged me tightly and I was acutely aware of her ass planted directly on my cock. Her hair was in my face and smelled pleasantly of her raspberry shampoo.
    My arm was around her shoulders and her skin was warm and firm to the touch. We were eating on the deck and in the heat I wasn’t wearing a shirt and when dad asked her to turn into me a little more I felt her nipple poking through the shirt and into my chest, her hard nipple. Mom was giggling at something dad had said and placed a soft kiss on my cheek as he finally snapped the picture. A very soft kiss, the kind that reminded me of the ones Jen used to give me after we’d messed around and were lying in bed.
    I’d turned to look at mom and she’d given me an odd smile, it was kind of sweet, but a little shy as well, like that of a young girl more than an older woman. At that moment I’d had the insane thought that it felt as if she were….flirting with me. I’d brushed that lunacy aside quickly, but did make it a point to slide her off of my lap.
    As I did, my hand was on the small of her back and her ass did indeed slide across my cock, which to my dismay seemed to be stirring a bit. I chalked that up to friction, but uncomfortable nonetheless, excused myself and went into the parlor to watch the Sox get their ass kicked and give mom and dad some time alone on the deck.
    Snapping my phone shut, I muttered, “Real funny dad.” And started to get up from the small recliner I was sitting in. I stopped when I heard the door to the right open and saw dad come out wearing just a pair of shorts.
    The sensor light clicked on, lighting up the deck and I started to open the door to say something to him, when Mom came out after him and I froze. She was wearing a red silk robe that was so short, that, as with the shorts, I could see the cheeks of her ass. Dad had turned around and Mom walked up to him, threw her arms around him and kissed his neck.
    She began rocking her body side to side and reaching around her waist, dad grabbed the bottom of the robe and flipped it up to expose the fact she was wearing nothing beneath the robe. I took a step back from the door and almost fell backwards into the chair when my legs hit it. I caught myself with my hand on the arm and eased myself down into it. In front of me, Dad had dropped the robe and pulling away from him, mom grabbed his hand and led him to the front of the deck.
    When they reached the two chairs that sat just in front of the railing, Mom gave dad a kiss and with a laugh pushed him back down into the chair. Mom took a step back and as I watched, began to gyrate seductively in front of him.
    I blinked and turned my head to the side. I don’t know what the hell I was supposed to see tonight, but I must have missed it, because this