The scorching sun beat down mercilessly on his back on this warm summer day, its golden rays casting a warm glow over the landscape. John stood up, the beads of sweat glistening on his forehead as he wiped them away with the rough fabric of his sleeves, releasing a satisfied sigh of relief.

As he dusted his hands, he cast a satisfied gaze over the bed of vibrant flowers he had carefully tended to. "Is this how you did it, Dad?" he murmured, the words dissipating into the air. There was no one to answer him, just the gentle rustle of the summer breeze, yet a wistful smile graced his lips.

Turning towards the house, his attention was drawn to the figure of a woman seated on the porch. She seemed lost in thought, her gaze drifting into the distance. John waved to her, "I think I'm done here, Mom." 

The woman, his mother Kate, turned towards him, her smile illuminating her lovely features. "Come in and get something to drink, honey. It's scorching out here!" Despite a lingering awkwardness between them since John's return two weeks ago, her invitation was warm and welcoming.

Her beauty seemed to defy the years, her 36 summers having left almost no mark on her timeless allure, save for a few wrinkles, but even that somehow added to her charm in his eyes. As she stood there, her long brown flowing hair danced in the wind, catching the sunlight in a mesmerizing halo.

As Kate rose and swung the door open, John followed closely behind, he looked down, unable to ignore how the fabric of her dress accentuated her figure. His mother stood at 5’4, she was what some would describe as a ‘short-stack’. He had to admit to himself she was exactly his type, from her deep green eyes that carried hints of sorrow to her auburn hair and her ample bosom.

Despite not being conventionally slim, there was an undeniable allure to her curves. She wore a flowing summer dress that hugged her in all the right places. It didn't do much to conceal her fair thick thighs or her massive derriere.

Her flowing hair cascaded gracefully down to her mid-back, framing a face that held an ineffable allure. Her round face exuded a stunning charm that was impossible to ignore, drawing one's gaze to her effortlessly.

As they entered the cool interior of the house making their way to the kitchen, John couldn't help but stare at her back profile as he swallowed hard.

Gulp. Her ass is amazing! The way the dress clung to and outlined her ample behind was just too stimulating for the 19-year-old, but when he realized what he was doing and who he was looking at, he shook his head internally admonishing himself.

Kate stood before the fridge and spoke as she opened it, “What do you want sweety? Water or lemonade?” Startled, John broke out of his stupor and stuttered, “Water, please! No, I mean lemonade! Yeah, lemonade!'

Kate was slightly taken aback by her son, who nodded quickly; he looked like a baby chick pecking at food, her lips pursed as she giggled a bit. 

Seeing the pure joy on her face for the first time in a while, John couldn't help but gaze at her. He stood rooted in place, admiring how the sunlight filtered through the curtains and cast a soft glow on his mother's face. Her eyes sparkled with warmth and love, and her smile was infectious.

"Hehe, what are you looking at so hard, sweety?" she asked, her tone playful.

"You! You look so cute, I mean gorgeous, Mom!" he exclaimed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Seeing her son flustered and bashful, Kate giggled. After she heard him, she flashed an even bigger smile and winked at him innocently.

He continued, “I'm just glad to see you laughing again is all,” he added, his voice a little somber and subdued this time.

Kate’s eyes widened in understanding, and sorrow clouded her face once more, but she quickly masked it and stepped forward, bringing the apple of her eye into an embrace.

Kate's presence filled the room with a sense of comfort and love, making it feel like a sanctuary from the scorching heat outside. John’s chest warmed up as he looked at his mother’s smiling face. He embraced her tightly, his heart filled with pure, untainted love. 

Yeah, this is how it should be! He smiled in approval.

But the moment the tiny temptress turned around and bent over to get the jug of lemonade that was on the lower shelf of the fridge, John felt his little John awakening and his mouth hung agape. 

Oh fuck, fuck me! John tried his best to calm down to no avail.

In front of him was his biological mother’s voluptuous, well-proportioned thighs. Her white satin panties peaked out from under the dress, clearly visible. They weren't the sexiest but the way it struggled to cover her ass was sultry, and when it slipped between her crack John felt his heart threatening to leap out.

His eyes widened, and he quickly averted his gaze, trying to regain his composure. His mind raced with thoughts of temptation, but he knew that his love for his mother was unbreakable. It had to be in these trying times. He couldn't betray that bond for any fleeting desire.

Kate reached back with her left hand, fishing her panties out of her ass and putting an end to the show, to John’s slight(?) disappointment. 

John took a deep breath, trying to release the tension building within him. Kate must have sensed something was amiss because she turned around to see John's flustered expression. Her eyes searched his face questioningly, she looked deeply into his blue eyes trying to decipher what could be troubling him.

 John knew he had to act naturally to not alert her to what he had just seen, so he quickly found his words and said with an awkward smile, "Just the heat, Mom. It's making me a bit...well, lightheaded." 

Kate stared at him blank-faced for a bit and then nodded, understanding the situation. She knew the heat could be overwhelming, especially in this old house. She walked over to John and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. John let out a sigh of relief, grateful that the moment had passed. With a reassuring smile, Kate gently patted his head, running her fingers through his brown hair. Her eyes radiated warmth and love.

"I'm sorry if I caused any discomfort, sweety. I'll make sure to be more careful next time," she smiled shyly, her tone gentle and understanding.

John shook his head, dismissing her apology. "Oh, it's no big deal, mom. You see I’m a guy and I'm just a bit too used to seeing you in your nightgown these days," he stumbled on his words, his cheeks still slightly flushed.

Kate giggled, remembering the many times he had walked in on her unexpectedly. "Well, I guess that's one way to show your affection, even if it is a little embarrassing for both of us," she playfully ret

When her husband James died, John had come back to stay with her. That was the first time she saw her precious son in almost 2 years since he had gone off to college. Because of this, she was extra attentive and sorry to him. 

Hearing her words John was at a loss, his eyes swam about and he turned around and quickly said, “Ah! The cups, let me go get the cups.” He turned towards the cupboards and was about to march off when Kate caught his shoulder placing the jug of lemonade on the island.

“No it's ok, let me get it sweety just sit down you must be tired.” Kate pushed him back with her little hands–well tried anyway–then turned and walked to the cupboards to get the cups out. As she bent over the counter to reach the cupboards that were mounted on the walls further up she quickly realized this wasn't going to work, she began jumping but to no avail she always came up just short by a few inches.

As he watched his mother’s skirt dance as she rambled about, John couldn’t help but wonder why ‘that’ guy installed the shelves so high up, no, he knew why. The bastard, James, had told him himself when he was 13. He wanted to make things as uncomfortable for John as he could. And though James didn't tell him this, he knew it was also to make his mother dependent on him. John was always a little afraid of him though he tried his best to never show it.

That jerk. John never had a good relationship with that man. James was his step-father, his mother had been with him since John was 12 and remarried to him when John was around 16. Back then John stood at 5’4, rather short for that age, but considering the height of his mother it couldn't be helped.

The shelves were so high up that only the 5'10 James could have reached it without any assistance. Things were different now though, over the period he had been kicked out, John had a massive growth spurt, and he now stood at almost 6 feet. 

John was broken out of his reminiscing when his mother went to reach for a stool,” Ah Mom, it's ok let-”

“NOPE, stay right there and wait sweetie, I'm not helpless,” before he could finish his words Kate cut him off.

John did as he was told, it was a while since he had seen his mother so high-strung, plus…

“Ugh. Almost!” Kate grunted as she climbed to stand on the chair, the cupboard doors were right before her face, but because of this and the angle she was at, John got front-row seats to her lace-covered ass. 

Swallowing, he walked towards the tiny temptress that was his mother.

Meanwhile, the person herself seemingly oblivious to her son’s changes opened the cupboard’s door in triumph as she took out the cups. She turned around to tease John saying ‘Look, see? I could do it,’ but as she did the stool rocked and she fell over. “HEY!” John moved even before he could finish speaking, he caught Kate to his chest toppling over with her to the floor!

Bam! Smash! The sound of the glass breaking followed right behind the sound of him hitting the floor, “Ugh, you good mom?” He stared at the green eyes that were not just mere inches from his in concern. Kate pressed against his chest easing into a sitting position on top of him. “Oh god, John are you ok?” 

Kate looked at John, concerned and panicked. John grunted as the impact knocked the wind out of him, but he quickly regained his composure. "I'm fine, Mom," he assured her, his voice laced with concern. He reached around them to remove the broken pieces of glass, careful not to cut either of them in the process.

Kate blushed, realizing the compromising position they were in. She quickly scrambled off her son, embarrassment flooding her cheeks. "I'm so sorry, John," she stammered, clasping her hands together nervously. "I didn't mean to fall on you like that."

John smiled reassuringly at his mother, his eyes filled with an understanding tenderness. "It's alright, Mom," he said gently. "Accidents happen." He continued cleaning up the mess on the floor, making sure there were no sharp shards left behind.

As Kate watched her son diligently tidy up after her mistake, a mixture of pride and guilt washed over her. James had always made her feel like a nuisance whenever she messed up and would shout at her for the smallest mistakes, she felt proud that her darling boy took after his birth father so much. 

At the same time though she was ridden by so much guilt whenever she thought of him or what she had done to John, was she even allowed to be spoilt by him like this? Did she deserve it? She knew the answers to these questions deep down; A resounding NO.