I picked up the folding chair and closed it up, just to have something to do. My mind struggled to process what that guilty nod implied, but I was struggling just as mightily not to picture what it would be like. Those conflicting thoughts made it difficult to think clearly at all, so I folded up the chair and put it away. When I turned around I saw my mother still standing in the same spot, staring at my b***r as it waved around in my shorts.
Her hands still held the bottom edge of her nightie, but she was pushing down on it so hard that it was stretching the fabric. It made her breasts even more visible, which in turn made my d**k even harder. I shook my head and blew out a breath, just to will myself to stop staring.
"Mom," I said softly, once again drawing her eyes up to meet mine, "
