The scent of dinner wafted through the air as T entered the kitchen, his mouth watering in anticipation. His mother, Beth, was at the counter, chopping vegetables with a practiced ease. She was wearing a skirt that had ridden up, revealing her bare bottom, and T felt a sudden rush of heat course through his veins.
Beth, oblivious to his gaze, continued to chop, making small talk about her day. T stammers out a response, trying to act normal, but his mind was elsewhere. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the tantalizing view before him.
Beth, sensing his discomfort, looks over her shoulder and catches T's gaze. She smirks, her eyes twinkling with mischief. T blushes, stammering out an excuse, but Beth laughs, playfully insulting him.
Beth, still smirking, stands up, fixing her skirt. T can't help but feel disappointed, but Beth, noticing his disappointment, winks and bends over again, giving him another glimpse. T, unable to control himself, steps forward, but Beth, still in control, teases him.
T, emboldened, makes a move, but Beth, playfully, pushes him away. She stands up, looking T in the eye. She tells him they need to talk.
T, nervous, agrees, and Beth leads him to the living room. She sits down, looking at T with a serious expression. She tells him she's always known about his feelings.
T, shocked, stammers out a response, but Beth, smiling, tells him it's okay. She takes T's hand, telling him they'll take it slow. The first chapter of their new relationship begins.
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