Unexpected Side Effects: 1

Summary: Son helps mom deal with an unexpected side effect. Read and enjoy...

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"Mom, if you pass me that canister," Stan pointed to a round, tin container with sunflowers on the outside and flour on the inside, "I can put it up here. We don't use it much, so it'll be out of the way."

"I appreciate you helping me reorganize the kitchen. I never liked how your father insisted I keep it, and now's the right time to change all that." She passed him the canister, pressing into him a bit as she did. Did she just rub herself on me? Stan thought, feeling odd at the encounter. You're being stupid. She's your mom.

Stan huffed. His parents had separated more than a year ago and their divorce had just become final. He was glad his mom was finally taking this step, moving on from that relationship. He'd been worried about her. "Glad to help." "I know, I know. I should have done this long ago." It was as though she was reading his thoughts.

"Mom, everything in its own time. You're the best one to know when to do things for yourself."

"I hope you don't think I'm trying to trash him in your eyes."

cupboard shelf. "Not at all, Mom." Gripping her shoulders, lowering his head just a bit, cocking it to one side, he continued. "You've been a trooper, gone through a lot of stuff, and I've never felt you were trying to diminish

gave him a tight squeeze. He tingled when her hips rocked against him. Does she know

him, turning away.

his armpits, something he'd teased her about ever since his head had nudged higher than hers. He had always thought she looked amazing with her narrow shoulders, slim waist, and legs. But then, she was his mom, and he knew his impression of her was tainted by

his thoughts. "I just worry about you. I know

a big girl, but

the doctor gave you?

gave

dropped the subject.

suit her. Stan continued to watch his mother, remembering how she's rubbed against him. He wasn't certain why it stuck in his mind, or why it resulted in that tingle that

play, but not the mind games she was playing, manipulating him. Thinking about how she would touch him, how she felt, caused a flush of tingles in his crotch, so he turned his mind back to the work they were

around the room. The other hand was in front of her,

as his concentration focussed on that spot. "Mom, what are you doing?" The words were spoken

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