Alex lazed on the couch, feigning interest in his phone while his eyes kept drifting towards his mother, Olga. She moved around the living room, tidying up with an energy that seemed to hum through the air. Her outfit, a loose-fitting football jersey, caught Alex's attention. It was slightly sheer, revealing the outline of her lacy bra underneath. He felt a familiar stirring in his pants and tried to subtly adjust himself, hoping Olga wouldn't notice.
"Alex, stop squirming and help me move this coffee table!" Olga called out, her voice snapping him out of his thoughts.
Reluctantly, Alex got up, trying to hide his growing arousal as he helped his mother move the furniture. As they lifted the table together, Olga's jersey rode up, giving him an unobstructed view of her toned stomach and the top of her lacy underwear. He tried to keep his cool, but his face betrayed him, causing Olga to raise an eyebrow at him.
"Like what you see, Alex?" Olga teased, a playful smile on her lips.
Alex stuttered out a response, trying to play it cool. "N-no, of course not, Mom. Just, uh, making sure we're not lifting too much."
Olga chuckled, "Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that."
As they finished moving the furniture, Olga bent down to pick up a stray pillow, giving Alex a full view of her cleavage. He couldn't help but stare, causing Olga to look up and catch him in the act.
"Alex! I can't believe you're checking out your own mother!" Olga feigned shock, a smirk playing on her lips.
Alex, embarrassed, tried to deny it, but Olga cut him off with a playful, "I'm kidding, honey. But maybe you should, you know, take care of that before dinner."
She winked at him and walked away, leaving Alex to quickly excuse himself and take care of his growing arousal. As he returned to the living room, he found Olga watching him, a knowing smile on her face. He felt a blush rise to his cheeks, but there was no anger in her gaze, only a hint of amusement.
"Dinner will be ready soon, Alex," she said, her voice soft. "Make sure you're ready too."
The innuendo was clear, and Alex felt a thrill run through him. He nodded, unable to find words, and Olga turned back to the kitchen, leaving him to his thoughts. The rest of the evening promised to be interesting, he could tell. And he couldn't wait.
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