With a slight blush on her cheeks, she said, “I just wanted to thank you for tonight sweetheart.”
Stepping closer he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek before saying, “It was my pleasure, Mom.”
Once again the silence in the hall grew until they both said goodnight and went to their rooms, sleep eluding both for some time.
The next morning Lauren wandered into the kitchen dressed as usual where she found Mark fixing two cups of coffee dressed in his robe too. As if he sensed her presence he turned, smiled, and pointed to the dinner table. She took a seat and watched as he continued to pour the coffee. A smile played on her lips as she thought about how much he looked like his father. At five-ten he was just a tad bit taller, but his soft brown hair, striking blue eyes and wide shoulders were definitely a trait he’d gotten from his dad. When he turned and brought the cups to the table she saw the beautiful smile he always sported, something he got from her. He placed his cup down first then stepped over to her. Just before he reached where she was sitting the sash of his robe snagged on the chair next to her causing it to fall open. What greeted her eyes was something she knew he hadn’t inherited from his father. His broad chest had a thick thatch of curly hair, but as her eyes involuntarily lowered, she noticed that his pubic hair looked as if he kept it trimmed short. Another thing he hadn’t gotten from his father was the thick cock swinging freely between his legs. Lauren felt her throat constrict and her heart race in her chest.
Swiftly placing her cup down, Mark spun around and shakily retied his robe before taking his own seat. He was fully aware that his morning wood had only partially gone down, so he knew his mother had gotten a good look at his junk.
“Sorry about that, Mom,” he stammered, his face a bright crimson in color.
Forcing the laughter down she responded, “Don’t be. Who doesn’t want a show with their morning coffee?”
“Oh God,” he groaned, burying his face in his hands.
She lost her battle to stifle the laughter. This only caused him to groan louder. After she got herself composed she glanced over at him and said, “It’s fine honey. We’ll just call this payback for you seeing me. Okay?”
“I guess that’s fair,” he replied, his face still red as a beet when he looked up.
For several minutes they remained silent, sipping their coffee, each filled with thoughts that neither should have. For him it was the memory of seeing her half undressed. This brought a twitch to his cock. For her she couldn’t get the image of her son’s cock out of her head. Even only partially hard she had been impressed by its size and girth. She could feel the moisture growing between her thighs.
Her thoughts were interrupted when he asked, “Ready for more coffee?”
“Yeah, but maybe I should get it this time,” she answered, a wide smile plastered to her face as she picked up their cups and walked over to the counter.
He watched her pour the coffee and decided it was time to bring up his concerns about her future. He waited until she was sitting.