Simon lazily tapped the remote, flipping through the channels on the television in search of anything of interest, something that could take his mind off the small mountain of papers that were scattered across the coffee table. After a few minutes of unsuccessful searching, he reluctantly settled on a nature documentary. He wasn't too sure what it was even about, nor did he really care, it provided much-needed white noise to prevent him from being alone with his thoughts as he progressed through his mountain of school work.
Another hour passed before Simon even made it to the halfway point of the pile, and he was already feeling the urge to give up, suffering from severe boredom as he dealt with the highly repetitive workload. He tried to pick up his pen and winced, rolling his hand to try and rid himself of the strain in his wrist, struggling to blink away the blur that had started to hamper his vision.
As arduous as the work was, Simon understood that it was all necessary. He had long since set his sights on the Ivy League, which meant he had to push himself just that bit harder to ensure that his performance at school was beyond exceptional. Simon worked hard, perhaps harder than he should have. Long hours of studying had a severely adverse impact on his social life, to the point where he rarely went out anywhere with his friends. He had his share of romantic encounters, but nothing that lasted longer than a few weeks, too short to allow for anything more than fooling around.
He worked steadily, but was forced to reach over and turn on the oscillating fan that stood beside the couch, countering the stifling heat that permeated the air. The day had started off warm enough, but the heat quickly became unbearable, to the point where even the air conditioning unit had little to no effect on the temperature inside of the house.
A gentle jingling sound at the front door brought Simon's attention away from his work. He set aside his essay papers and paused the television, craning his neck just as his mom pushed the front door open and walked into the foyer.
"Simon? Are you in?" His mother's voice carried over from the foyer. Brushing her golden hair away from her face, Mary walked into the living room, unsurprised when she located Simon on the couch with more books and sheets of paper than she could count. "Don't tell me that you've been in here all evening just studying? It's a glorious day out, they reckon it's going to be one of the hottest this year. You're missing out, big time"
"Yeah, I've just been getting the last of these English papers finished. It's taking a bit longer than I was expecting," Simon replied, rubbing his tired eyes, just glad to take a break from the seemingly endless stream of paragraphs he was forced to break down and annotate. "What about you? You're back early."
"Quiet day. It seems like everyone had the right idea and opted to head to the water parks and public pools, anywhere that allows them to cool off for a bit. It seems like we're the only ones who were dumb enough to suffer the heat in silence," Mary replied, fondly ruffling Simon's hair as she trotted over to the rotating fan, sighing as the waves of cool air washed over her face. She grinned knowingly, loosening the first few buttons of her white blouse to let the air reach her chest. "Why? Were you hoping to get up to something before I got back? Ooh, did you invite a study-buddy around for some 'extra-curricular activities?'"
"What? No, nothing like that," Simon rolled his eyes, sitting back as he watched his mom do her best to battle the oppressive heat. Shamefully, his eyes briefly darted in the direction of her cleavage, long enough to notice the floral-patterned black lace bra that contained them.
"You had the house all to yourself and you didn't invite a girl around?" Mary raised an eyebrow, leaving the fan behind in favour of paying the kitchen a quick visit. "Sometimes, I fear that you might be too well-behaved."
"What can I say? You and dad raised me right," Simon shrugged.
He put his admiration of his mom's down to desperation, stemming from the dry spell he had been experiencing since his most recent breakup. However, no amount of excuses could explain away the fact that his attraction towards his mom of all people had only grown in those weeks, with him beginning to notice her every feminine feature. How it started remained a mystery, he could only theorize that the weeks of excessive studying and a lack of free time had caused him to go a little stir crazy.
Trying to appear casual, Simon's eyes followed her as she headed for the kitchen. He started with the well-waxed, 6" scarlett-soled heels that encased her small feet, which sharpened the features of her svelte legs. Moving his gaze upwards, they travelled along the length of her seamed silk stockings. His eyes widened when she opened the fridge and leaned inside, grabbing a cold bottle of water, contorting just enough to let her black leather pencil-skirt rise, providing him with just the smallest glimpse of her stocking tops. Continuing his ascent, he traced along the tight skirt and the gold cinch belt that sat tightly around her thin waist, exploring the perfect curves displayed by her blouse.
As soon as she faced him, Simon broke off his sordid exploration and innocently shuffled some of his books around to clear away the mess he had made, disturbed by just how flustered he had grown. An odd tingle danced along his spine when he heard a delicate sigh escape from her soft lips as she took her first sip of ice cold water.
"So, how was your day?" Mary asked, leaning against the door frame, pressing the bottle to her forehead. She visibly relaxed as the near-freezing cold bottle worked its magic, cooling her face wherever she placed it. "I heard through the grapevine that some of students from your school are hosting some big party at Lake Laius. I hope you're considering heading up there, a party like that sounds like fun. Cheap beer and girls, what could be a better way to spend a day such as this?"
"Aren't you meant to dissuade me from going to parties?" Simon asked, sharing the grin that appeared on her lips. "Most parents would kill their kids if they found out that they were getting drunk and hooking up with girls on a school night."
"Then it's a good thing that you weren't born to a terribly boring mother," Mary walked into the living room and screwed the cap back onto the bottle, setting it down on the coffee table. Slipping off a heel, she rubbed her stocking-clad foot, balancing with a hand placed on the armrest of the couch. "These are going to be the best days of your life, before you find yourself stuck in the world of cubicles and self-loathing office workers. Besides, I can hardly tell you about the wrongs of going to parties on a school night, I spent my last year at school sneaking out whenever I got the chance, waking up in a different guy's bed every other night."
"I can't imagine that grandma was too pleased to hear that," Simon chuckled, amused by the thought of his incredibly conservative grandmother discovering his mom's wild habits.
