“Why don’t you quit?”
She scoffed in response.
“No seriously, you could get a job somewhere else. With your experience.”
“Ugh, I just hate the thought of it,” she yawned. “Job interviews and all that.”
I watched her close her eyes and as she did, lift her other foot up onto my lap. Immediately I went to work on this one, my forearm grinding upon my erection in the process. She wriggled her head on the cushions, finding the right spot and seeming to be content. Had she looked more beautiful, I wondered? Her pajama top was slightly twisted beneath her causing the buttons down the front to be stretched. A diamond of flesh was created on her sternum and I could see the curve of the underside of her breast, below, another upon her belly button. Scanning lower, and the mound of her pubic bone, pink flannel pressed tightly against her pussy. Within reach.
“You could start your own business,” I offered after a moments silence and she didn’t respond. “Mom?” I continued and she answered with measured breathing. Asleep.
I smiled at her and am not ashamed to say a tear almost came to my eye as I gazed upon her beauty, the love I felt for her making me emotional. To run my hand up her leg, press my fingers into that soft lump of labia. Lift her top and kiss her breasts, her mouth. But these were fantasies. Unobtainable images from a movie and the darkest recesses of my mind.
I moved my cock to the other side and placed her foot alongside my hardness before closing my eyes myself and wishing for dreams of her.
*
“Hey,” I was awakened with a nudge. “It’s after 12. We fell asleep,” Mom added as she rose from the couch and turned off the television. I immediately looked down to be sure I hadn’t remained hard and was thankful I wasn’t.
I got off the couch and followed her down the hallway turning off lights as we went and she paused at my door.
“Hey thanks for the foot rub,” she whispered and to my astonishment leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. We never did that. A goodnight kiss. And as I was still coming to terms with it, she turned and was gone leaving me slack-jawed with another erection in the making.
I slept very well that night.
*
It wasn’t every morning we had breakfast together but when I heard her shower end and although I still had half an hour before my alarm was due to go off, I enthusiastically got up early. Her hair up in a towel drying when she entered the kitchen, she acted almost as if surprised to find me there, strange in that the radio was quite noticeably playing, something that could be heard from the other end of the house.
Wearing her white leggings, yet to put on her heels she was also yet to don her top. It was clearly one of the bras she’d bought the day before that supported her breasts but did nothing to actually obscure them. Looking to have been made with what I assumed was a pantyhose-like material, the cups were entirely transparent, her pink nipples as clear to my eyes as if she were in fact naked.
This didn’t seem to faze her in the slightest as she casually went about preparing her own breakfast of yoghurt and fruit, making a comment in reply to something the radio had stated. Its context was lost on me as I attempted to feign interest in something on my phone whilst doing my best to steal peeks of her. Even from the rear it was beautiful. Her ass filling out the tight leggings, her bare back only blemished by the white straps of her bra. I dropped a hand below the table and subtly encouraged the erection I was quickly developing as she rolled her shoulder before awkwardly reaching behind to touch the bra, obviously something distracting her, I looked on with interest.
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