I really love that Playful hours

The moment we got to the store, she headed over to the produce aisle. A bit out of the norm perhaps, as usually we started at the other end, and then ended up there. But today obviously she’d decided to go there first, so I followed her, pushing along with the cart.

I stood patiently waiting while she picked up a bunch of semi-ripened bananas, tossing them into the cart before moving along, next stopping where the cucumbers were displayed. She picked several, examining them, putting a couple of them back, picking others, finally selecting two. She then moved on, locating the Zucchini, where the entire process was repeated again.

“What are we having for dinner?” I asked.

“Oh, I thought perhaps we’d have a nice tossed green salad tonight. It would be nice not having to cook a big meal for a change. Been a while since we’ve had something good and wholesome don’t you think?” She was right about that. Dad had always been a meat and potatoes kind of guy, so it was rare that we had anything much different than that. Admittedly, I was now sort of looking forward to that myself.

“I’ll help you cut everything up later, maybe we can relax, have a glass of wine, maybe even watch a movie together,” I suggested.

“I’d like that, but…the fact of the matter is, your aunts are coming over pretty soon. She’s planning on having dinner with us. She knows Harold will be out of town for a few days, and you know how much she dislikes visiting whenever he’s here. Hope you don’t mind,” she told me.

“Oh no, not at all, I like AuntVictoria, she reminds me of you a lot,” I said. “Too bad the two of you don’t spend a lot more time together as it is.”

“Besides, wouldn’t you rather be going out…with a girl perhaps, instead of hanging around here all evening with two old ladies?”

“For one, you two aren’t old,Victoria’s what, one? Two years older than you?”

“Yeah, but she looks ten years younger than I do!” Mom quipped.

“No she doesn’t. But she’s also a lot more independent and outgoing than you are. Ever since she left Uncle Fred years ago, she’s been much happier, far more content, just like you used to be. Maybe, some of that will rub off on you,” I hinted without coming right out and saying it. But I could see by the look in mom’s eyes, she got my meaning.

“Never mind that, we need to finish up here and get home again. I still have a few more chores to do!”

We soon after finished our shopping, and then rolled out several bags of groceries out to the car. “Here, you put these in the trunk, ” she said, handing me the keys to open it, taking a few of the smaller bags, mostly the fruits and vegetables we had purchased, and began putting those into the back seat.

As she leaned in doing that, just as I began lifting out the other bags, I caught a nice view of her legs. It wasn’t often that mom actually wore a dress, or even a skirt, but she was doing so today, and once again it reminded me of how nice she looked.

“You know mom, you really should wear a dress more often, you really do have great legs you know!”

“Thank you,” she blushed. “I’m glad you still think so, not sure your father does, he rarely even notices me anymore,” she said looking a bit sad-eyed.

“Yeah, I know,” I offered turning to put away the rest of the groceries as she all but climbed into the back seat for a moment, before reemerging to sit back up in front with me as we drove home in order to put everything away.

We soon after began doing that, standing side by side in the kitchen while mom handed me stuff, which I then put away. Including the somewhat green bananas that I placed in the bowl on the kitchen table.

“Wasn’t there five of these?” I then asked, seeing that one of them appeared to be missing.

“No…I don’t think so, I’m pretty sure I only purchased four,” she told me. “Or perhaps, one of them broke off and dropped somewhere.”

“Maybe in the car, in the back seat,” I suggested. “I’ll go out and look for it later just in case it does.”

Mom just smiled at me nodding her head, and then informed me she had other things to do, and that I could run along back to my room if I wanted to. Which I was grateful to do, wanting to spend some more alone time, browsing the net, getting myself good and aroused for this evening, just as I hoped “Naughty Time” would be doing.

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