I looked at her as she drove and she glanced towards me, just smiling away. What's making her so happy? I couldn't help but run an eye down her, thankful for my own sunglasses. Despite approaching forty, her breasts were full and I think gravity hadn't taken hold just yet. Maybe she wears good bras. She'd always taken care of herself, eating right and exercising, so she was slim, my eyes crawling down over her body to her shapely legs. She may have been shorter than me, but she'd always had good legs.
"Andrew?"
"Huh?" I stuttered, blinking rapidly, thankful again for the sunglasses.
"What are you looking at?" I felt heat rise into my cheeks and knew I was blushing. "Were you checking out your own mother?"
I shrugged. "You look good, Mum. I couldn't help it."
She gently clasped my knee
