I didn’t really have much to do so I used the time to take a quick shower and change into a comfortable pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Then I went into the kitchen and started fixing things up for dinner. While I did help around the house as much as I could, I was clueless in the kitchen and couldn’t boil water to save my life. I took out some chicken from the freezer for Mom to make and then set the table. Oh, and I prepared a simple salad for our dinner and kept it in the fridge. That much I can manage.
At six, I head her car pull into the driveway. She walked into the door and put her purse on the coffee table. Spotting me, she gave me a big smile.
“Hi sweetie,” she said, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a peck on the cheek. “Boy, am I glad for the weekend. I thought the day would never end.”
“Hi Mom,” I replied, returning her hug and giving her cheek a kiss of my own. “Yeah, I’m looking forward to the weekend too.”
She sighed contentedly and nuzzled her head against my chest. “Come on upstairs then, and tell me about your day. Did you take something out of the freezer for dinner? Chicken? Great.”
Obediently, I followed her upstairs and into her bedroom. She kept chattering about work and I was content to just look and listen.
“That Kim is such a bitch,” she muttered under her breath as she kicked off her heels. I chuckled. She rarely ever used bad language and I always found it hilarious when she swore or cursed around me.
“Language, missy,” I said in the sternest voice I could manage.
She rolled her eyes at me but suppressed a smile as she began unbuttoning her light blue blouse. Very modest, nary a hint of cleavage. Until her bra-enclosed breasts appeared in the mirror, that is. She was wearing a black bra; one of my favorites (though honestly speaking, any bra she wears is my favorite). Nothing too racy or fancy, but it did a remarkable job of pushing her tits together. I hungrily drank in the sight of her cleavage.
With the blouse out of the way, she unbuttoned her skirt – a black conservative piece that reached slightly below her knees. Wiggling her butt, she let it drop to the floor and my attention was directed from her breasts to her ass, enclosed in a matching pair of black panties. Her ass looked delectable. Her legs looked even more delicious. I was as hard as I could ever be.
Mom sat her pretty little butt down near the dresser. Picking up a tissue paper, she began removing the light make-up she had put on in the morning.
“So Danny boy, it’s Friday night. What are your plans? Got a hot date tonight?” she asked.
I forced myself to stop leering at her and looked up. My eyes met hers in the mirror and she was looking right back at me. A small smile lingered around her lips.
“No plans, Mom,” I answered. “Just looking forward to spending some quality time with my favorite gal.”
She sighed as she picked up her hair brush and began running it though her hair. “You really need to get out a bit sweetie. I hardly ever see you with any girls. You can’t stay with your old Mommy for your entire life can you?”