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Flip flops, shorts and tees were what we four were wearing. It was that sort of day. My mom, when she brought out a couple of plates of snacks, was wearing a free flowing white summer dress and sandals. None of us paid particular attention to her when she came out laden with the snacks that went with our beer. She was my mom and the three guys were around my home enough to know her and give her the respect of being my mom. My mom didn't mind our drinking, if it was in the back yard and no one was going to drive. As we all lived a short distance from each other, that was never an option. Her and I lived alone, dad was a distant memory for both of us and there was never any longing from me to see his shadow move across our doorway. She was Philippa and I was Ian. She worked in middle level downtown corporate, was in her early 40's, just a little shorter than my 5'11", light auburn hair cropped to mid neck, with bright green eyes that dominated her soft and attractive face. About a size 12, she dressed well and smart during the week, relaxed on weekends. She never showed great interest in dating, although there were a few work-oriented outings and receptions where she enjoyed male company. Nothing serious ever developed to my knowledge and most weekend she was around the house or at her gym, which kept her toned. She always happy to see my buddies. After a few hours, the guys headed for their respective homes and I chilled out on a comfortable outdoor chair with a beer in my hand. As they left they yelled goodbyes to mom in the direction of the kitchen window and disappeared around the side of the house. It was quiet and getting hotter and I had no real inclination to move. "I'm just getting changed," I head mom call out from the kitchen, "and while I'm doing that you can bring in your empty bottles and plates." It was the last thing I felt like doing but mom being mom I knew I'd better. I waited a bit but then I pushed up from the chair, gather some empties and plates and wandered towards the kitchen. Plates went into the dishwasher and empties to the recycling. I was bent over dumping the empties when she came back in. It took a couple of seconds to realize that the flowing white dress with the big yellow flowers had been replaced by pink shorts and a tee. On her feet were two inch heeled plastic sandals. Relaxed by the beer I saw the shorts were a little tight and showed off her ass in a way I'd never noticed before. Perfectly shaped and peach-like, outlined by the tiny panties that were obvious, with the zipper at the back highlighting and accentuating the hint of a valley between her two cheeks. The white tee was stretched tight across her smallish breasts, again highlighting femininity. She was obviously bra less and I'd never looked at my Mom or noticed her in this way in the past. Sure, on some mornings I'd seen her in a petticoat over her bra, panties and stockings before she slipped on a skirt, blouse and jacket as she got ready for work. That had never made a real impact but today she did. What I'd seen on those previous mornings left me oblivious because the self-centered arrogance of youth precluded acknowledgment of any physical or sexual attributes of a parent. She was my Mom and that was that. But in the kitchen on that hot summer Saturday there was a difference. In front of me was an attractive woman, dressed to show herself to perfection with more than just a little erotic hint. "Ian," she said looking up from the sink directly at me, "would you do me a favor?" "Sure. What?"