Going into the kitchen he turned on the light above the stove which cast just enough light into the front room to see clearly without being overly bright. Retracing his steps he returned and headed over toward where she lay. He planned on waking her, but when his eyes saw how she was sprawled out he stopped dead in his tracks. Her hands rested on her stomach, but lower, one leg had slipped off the couch while the one against the back of it was raised and bent at the knee. This had caused the hem of her dress to ride up and expose her pubic region, allowing him a clear view of her mound. Unfortunately for him she was only wearing flesh-toned pantyhose with no panties underneath, her lush dark triangle of pubic hair clearly visible to his astonished gaze. Instantly his cock began to swell. Disgusted that he’d get hard while looking at his mother he returned to the relative safety of the kitchen.
Once there he got a glass of water and pondered what to do next. He knew he couldn’t leave her there; she’d be stiff for days if he did. But if he woke her up she might notice how exposed she was and think that maybe he had taken some sort of liberties with her. He dismissed that idea as fast as he’d thought it. He knew she wouldn’t think something like that. Would she?
“Oh stop being a wuss, and go wake her up,” he chided himself.
Just as he was making up his mind about what to do he heard her stirring. Breathing a sigh of relief he headed back into the front room. By the time he got there she was sitting on the couch, her hazel eyes watching him approach.
“Guess I fell asleep,” she said, her voice sounding a little dry.
“Hard day in Black Rock?” he chuckled as he sat next to her.
“Just long is all. We had staff meetings that ran a little longer than expected,” she sighed.
Her job as secretary to the principal of the high school was one she’d had for the past sixteen years, and though she loved it, there were times she wished she’d gone into another career.
“You want something to eat? I make a mean fried egg sandwich,” he told her.
“That’s sweet dear, but we had pizza delivered at the school. I think I’ll just turn in instead,” she replied, then stood and headed toward the hall to the bedrooms.
Mark watched her go, his eyes slowly lowering until they settled on her hips as they swayed back and forth. His first thought was how nice her ass looked; his second thought was to reprimand himself for being such a pervert. As she disappeared he turned and leaned back into the couch, absently rearranging his semi-hard cock to a more comfortable position in his jeans. When he realized what he was doing he chastised himself once more, then stood and headed toward his own bedroom. The marathon fuck session with Amy caught up to him as soon as his head hit the pillow.
The following morning he woke at his usual time of 6am, slipped on his bathrobe and headed to the kitchen where the smell of breakfast cooking filled the air. His mother was in front of the stove scrambling some eggs dressed as usual in her dark blue sleeveless cotton shift that buttoned down the front. Like every morning he slipped behind her and leaned down to peck her on the cheek. Unlike previous occasions however, this time he placed one hand on her hip, used the other to brush her hair out of the way and softly kissed the side of her neck. He felt her stiffen as soon as his lips touched her skin.