Ben said to not worry about it, but found himself really hoping dad would get his shit together and make tonight a great one. Maybe it would snap him back into being his old self. Ben jumped at a soft knock.

Before he could respond, the door opened. In the dim glow of the small light plugged into the wall in the hallway, he saw his mother slip into his room. He heard her approaching the bed and caught a whiff of strawberry body spray.

Ben had always loved that smell, ever since he was a little kid. At one point when he was older mom had confessed she hated it. Only wore it once to try it out, but when her little boy said he liked it, she wore it for him. At this point she hadn't worn that scent in several years.

"You awake, baby?" she asked.

He felt her weight settle onto the bed next to him, and thought.

"baby?"

"Yeah, everything okay?"

"No, not at all."

Concerned, Ben sat up and leaned over, turning on the lamp on his night stand.

“What's wrong, mom? I...." he stopped speaking when he saw her.

Mom's long black hair, which she usually wore in a clip or a pulled back, was not just down, but styled. She'd put curl into it, and several dark ringlets framed her face. She had makeup on. Pink blush on her cheeks and her lips painted a deep red.

She'd done her eyelashes in black mascara and she was sporting a blue eyeshadow that matched her...what the hell was she wearing? Mom had a blue nightie on that was pretty much Lingerie. The dark blue silky piece featured thin black straps that left most of her shoulders bare, and was dangerously low-cut.

Ben could see not just the top, but the inner halves of her breasts.

As she had been every day since she found it in the closer, mom wore the silver necklace with the weird purple stone in it. The stone seemed to be glowing as it reflected the light from the lamp.

The longer he stared at the stone the more he became aware of the scent of her body spray. It seemed stronger than before. Even though his eyes were on the stone, he found himself thinking of her breasts.

Mom did have a nice set of tits for her age.

He blinked that thought away, what the hell was that? Nonetheless, his eyes dropped below the pendent. The nightgown was so Low cut, if she leaned forward, he had no doubt he'd see her entire breast. It was tight enough to cling to her curves including hugging her breasts and showing off her hard nipples.

Length wise it could not have gone much past her ass and with her sitting it had ridden up well past the midway point of her thigh.

Mom wasn't chubby, but not slender either, and with her legs open, her fleshy inner thighs were exposed to him.

Her feet were bare and he noticed both her toes and finger nails were the same blue as the nightgown.

“Like it?" Mom ran her hand down over her breasts and stomach.

"I bought it to wear for your dad tonight"

"Right, well, um..." Ben pointed to the chair in the corner.

"I have a flannel shirt over there; you may want to put it on."

“Do I look bad?" Mom frowned.