Mom darted into the utility room to cover her reaction to my come back, of which I knew ninety percent of it went over dad’s head. I couldn’t tell if mom had been about to laugh, cry, or scream. I heard the washer start, but whether that was a cover or just doing chores, I couldn’t guess.
The memory of mom sprawled on top of the washer caused a stirring in my boxers. The kids had focused back on their game, dad riveted to the TV screen. I went into the kitchen and pulled the warm plate from the oven. I turned the oven off, grabbed a fork and using the hem of my shirt to hold the somewhat hot ceramic plate, again crossed the living room.
“I’ve got homework to do so I’ll be in my room.” I said to nobody, and nobody was all that heard me.
I returned to my room with the intention of actually doing some schoolwork. Hours flew by as I lost myself in a history assignment; learning about the unsung achievements of George Washington Carver. When I finished I realized how thirsty I was and that I had neglected to get something to drink with my late breakfast. I also realized that it was now past lunch so I went back downstairs to replenish.
I noticed Johnny and Jojo in their rooms when I passed, and dad of course appeared to have never moved. Mom was in the kitchen doing something as I had a vision of her standing there, not wearing the white blouse and dark skirt, but only wearing her birthday suit. My dick rose immediately, apparently enough time had passed for it to want to get out and look around.
I went to the fridge and grabbed a sports drink. Mom looked up at me and gave me a small smile when she saw I was just getting a beverage and returned to whatever she was doing. I moved slowly and she glanced at me a few times. I moved behind her as if I was getting a glass, which should’ve made her suspicious, as I never used a glass with my sports drink. While I was out of her sight, I slipped my dick out of its confinement and with a quick movement, lifted her skirt with one hand and pulled her panties aside with the other. Mom let out a small cry when she felt this, but before she could react, I pushed my cock forward and managed to find her hidden cleft right away. Mom gasped both with surprise and I hoped, pleasure.
She whispered loudly. “We can’t do this now! Not here! Your father is right there in the living room!” As her voice grew more insistent, it dropped in volume, until it was as stern as a prison guard and so soft I could barely hear her.
We were standing behind the island counter and only visible from the waist up for anyone entering the room. I gave another thrust and she leaned forward, planting her hands wide on the granite top.
“Dad’s not getting up and the counter is hiding anything he might see.” I explained calmly.
“We still shouldn’t! It’s too dangerous! Oh! That’s so goood!” She sighed.
I pumped her with a slow tempo, not wanting her to get too vocal with her pleasure. I put my hands on her shoulders to steady us both, giving her a few quick hard thrusts. This drew the response I wanted and yet feared. Mom moaned out somewhat loudly. I looked to the entrance to the living room, but neither heard nor saw anything from my father. I returned to the slower rhythm and mom moaned in short gasps with each plunge of my cock, the gentle murmur of the TV hopefully covering her noise.