“Okay!” I yelled back through my door.
I was getting nervous about leaving my room because this would be the first time I will have seen my mother since the whole ordeal. The last face she gave me, still hung in my brain like it just happened. I came out of my room and noticed she was in the kitchen with my dad. I power-walked to the front door when I heard a kissing sound. He was saying goodbye to her, but I was just focused on getting outside so I wouldn’t have to confront her. My dad came waltzing out the house with a huge suitcase and I helped him put it in my car. Once we were all settled, I started on my way to the airport. I was feeling a huge amount of relief with him leaving because he was the main cause for danger in that house. My mother, while very aggressive at times, could be easily dealt with by me.
“On the anniversary day, I will text you so that you can give her the gifts right as I call,” my dad said.
“Alright, not a problem,” I responded.
We arrived at the airport and I helped him move his luggage out of the car before giving him a high-five and watching him enter the building.
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I got back home and pulled into the driveway. I sat in the car for a good five minutes counting how many times I’ve gotten lucky in the past few days. This entire situation could have went south so easily, but so far, nothing has happened. I fiddled with my keys as I went in the house and put my coat on the hook behind the door. I was immediately struck with deja-vu . The familiar scene of the TV light flickering in the living room gave me flashbacks of what I did to my mom. The only thing different is that my mother’s perfume was so strong that it smelled like I had it on my nose. The place was completely drenched in her scent, and it wasn’t like that when I left. Sure the house always had her smell, but this was way stronger. I made my way around the corner and saw the same scene from a few nights ago. My mother was curled up in the loveseat at the exact same position. The crazy part about this is that she actually dared to wear a robe that was even more revealing than her last one. This is insane because she never showed any skin before. The robe was an all white, silk material that stopped halfway on her thigh. The way she sat exposed almost all of her leg and thigh. It was oiled well as it reflected the light of the TV very sharply. As if that wasn’t enough, she had the opening of the robe perfectly cupped around her breast. It was pulled down so far that I could easily make out the bra. I was almost floored when I noticed the type of bra she had on. It was pure white just like the robe, but it looked like the bra to a lingerie set. The entire top half was see-through, but had all types of flowers over it. You could see her skin in between each flower. My dick actually got a little chubby looking at her. Even though she was my mom, her body is the type that you could only wish your future girl would have.
Recalling our past experiences and all the stress that it brought to me, I found it easy to turn away and I started heading to my room. I wanted no parts of that anymore, even though in all actuality, I did. Getting a view of her body is one thing. Actually touching her is a whole new story. You would be lucky if you could go the rest of the day without jerking off at least three times. I made my way pass the couch and was about to enter the hallway to the rooms.