Once she regained her composure she went to her room and softly closed her door. Questions rattled around in her brain as if on an endless loop. Why had his cock started getting hard? Why was her crotch so wet? What the hell was happening here? Her first question was answered when she glanced into her mirror and saw how visible her nipples were. She didn’t even question why they were so hard. The sight of a man’s cock always had that effect on her, apparently even her sons. Throwing her hat on the bed she undressed and put on her bathrobe, then headed for a much-needed shower.
Mark heard the shower start as he hastily dressed in gym shorts and a white t-shirt. Knowing his mother was in the shower gave him the opportunity to slip out of his room unseen and sit on the couch. He couldn’t believe he’d flashed his mom twice now. He expected an awkward few minutes when she was done. What he got instead was an awkward several hours. Neither knew what to say to the other, so they basically didn’t say anything at all for some time. By dinner time the awkwardness had given way to light banter, and by the time the dishes were done, and they had settled on the couch it seemed like nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.
They settled for watching an old John Wayne movie, and as was their habit, Lauren sat next to him with his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulder. She always felt so safe when he did that. For him, it was just the comfort of hearing her purr once in a while as she snuggled closer and closer to him during these times. Once the movie ended she stood and said goodnight. As was his custom he stood, leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Nothing about the incident in the hall had been spoken, but as they lay in bed both thought about it.
Sunday started out like usual. Lauren woke first and began fixing breakfast. As she flipped the pancakes Mark walked in, said good morning, grabbed a cup of coffee and sat at the table. This time he didn’t even give her a hug. For some reason Lauren couldn’t understand why she felt disappointed.
“What, no hugs and kisses this morning?” she asked keeping her back to him.
A smile crept on his face as he stood and walked up to her. Slipping his hands around to her tummy he bent forward and planted several kisses on her neck. When he felt her shudder he let his hands drift lower until they were almost touching her pubic mound. He kept them there for just a scant second before returning to the table.
“That’s more like it,” she said without turning. She didn’t want him to see the way her bottom lip was quivering.
When she did turn around she noticed that he was fully dressed.
“No robe this morning?” she questioned.
Chuckling he replied, “Didn’t want what happened yesterday to happen again.”
“That’s disappointing,” she said as she sat. “I was hoping for another show.”
He wasn’t sure if she was serious or not until he saw the twinkle in her eyes.
“Twice in one day wasn’t good enough?” he laughed.
“Us old gals like a thrill just as much as the next guy,” came her reply.