“Even my drunken self knew better than to go that far,” I said while smirking. “So, are we cool now, or do I still have to call you Angela?”
“Well, I got all of my real emotions out yesterday so I don’t feel as bottled up anymore, and after this conversation, I do feel much better, so I guess we can move on.” she replied.
“Thank god, because I am totally not used to using your name,” I sighed.
“You are back on son duties kid. Call me by my first name and I will bury you Haha,” she said while sporting a bright smile.
“Angela, Angela, Angela, Angela,” I said jokingly while positioning myself to run from the table.
“Oh, you think this is a game? I got something for you Haha,” she said while scooting her chair back preparing to run over to me.
I sprinted from the table, running into the living room. I went to the other side of our coffee table to make sure I had something between us. My mother only being a few steps behind me, was hot on my heels. Not paying attention to her robe, it opened to the point where I could see her inside cleavage, stomach, and panties all in one straight line down her mid-section. She wasn’t wearing the belt that came with it. The robe draped over her large breasts making it harder for it to fly completely open. Not wanting to get caught looking at her body again, I turn my attention to her face. She had a huge smile on, and her hazel eyes appeared to be glowing from how clear they were. Her roughly made bun had undone itself and now hung over her right shoulder. She forced me to circle the long coffee table about four times before I could keep a consistent distance. Her robe flopped all over the place, giving me all sorts of great views of her body. Every time that it would swing open too far, she would grab it and tighten it back on. Even though I didn’t want to get caught staring, I stole a glance literally every time I rounded the table. I couldn’t help but get a hard-on at that sight. Even if I was already in trouble for thinking with my dick, it still had a nice chunk of control over me that I was helpless against.
“As if you had a chance of catching me Haha,” I said with a cocky voice.
Before I could even react, she had scaled the coffee table and was now inches away from grabbing me. My immediate reaction was to jump backwards. Once I did, my leg hit the loveseat behind me and I started to fall onto it. Once i fell on the loveseat, I noticed she didn’t fall with me. She landed on the ground and now stood hovering over me. The all too familiar smell that she is famous for, forced its way into my nose.
“You thought I would land on top of you? Too bad, so sad perv Haha,” she giggled. “As if you had a chance of outrunning me,” she said with a cocky voice, copying my previous statement.
We both burst out laughing as I sat up to properly sit on the loveseat. After the craziness of the past couple of days, it was a huge relief to be sitting there laughing with her. It seemed like we were well on our way back to normal.
“I have to get some more groceries from the store, so I should start getting ready,” She said while still beaming from our previous ordeal.