“Hang on, honey.”
Walking to the kitchen table, Nancy removed her bathrobe and hung it on the back of a chair. Her robe was fairly long and she didn’t want either of them tripping on it as they maneuvered down the steps.
Jimmy watched his mother disrobe. He couldn’t remember seeing her in only her nightgown before. It had a wide, low neck, and came down to slightly above her knees. It was sleeveless, allowing him to see her bare shoulders and arms. It looked incredibly sexy.
Nancy returned to her son and took hold of him. Jimmy leaned against her again as they slowly started down the stairs.
“I love you, Mom.”
Nancy smiled as she supported his weight.
“I love you, too.”
He wasn’t sure why he said it at that particular moment, but Jimmy wanted his mother to know it. While she helped him manage the steps, all he could think about was how much he loved her. His mother was so sweet, so nice, so pretty. She was his favorite person in the whole world.
Once they finally reached the bottom, Nancy led Jimmy down the corridor towards his room. He flopped face first onto the bed, but his mom rolled him over and grabbed his right foot.
“You can’t sleep like this,” she told him.
Jimmy mumbled something in protest, but there was no arguing with his mother. Nancy tugged off one shoe, then the other.
“Come on, honey, stand up.”
Jimmy slowly rose to his feet and Nancy patted his sides, feeling his pockets. She reached in and pulled out his wallet and cell phone.
“You don’t want these ending up in the wash.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
Nancy set his things on the nightstand as Jimmy began fumbling with his belt. He wanted to get it undone, but the damn thing was being stubborn. Nancy saw the trouble he was having and pushed his hand away. She undid his belt, then threw it aside onto a chair.
Jimmy sat down on the edge of his bed as Nancy began picking up the dirty clothes that littered his mattress. He wasn’t trying to look, but with the way she was leaning forward in front of him, it was almost impossible not to notice the way his mother’s big tits were hanging in his face. Her nightgown was low enough to offer a substantial peek at her cleavage.
“Honey, you really should clean up in here. It looks like a tornado came through.”
Nancy continued cleaning off her son’s bed while Jimmy blatantly stared at her breasts. His mom had full, round jugs, definitely more than a handful. His cock began to stiffen in his pants as he watched them sway while she moved.
“God, you’ve got great tits, Mom.”
Nancy stopped for a second and looked at her son. Jimmy had come home drunk a few times before, and he’d made a strange comment or two in the past while she helped him into bed. Chalking it up to his condition, she shook it off and ignored the remark as she went back to clearing his bed.
Jimmy stayed focused on his mom’s breasts, watching the way they jiggled as her arms moved. He suddenly felt the urge to touch them. He knew she might get mad at him, but he could always blame it on being drunk. Besides, it almost seemed dumb not to touch them. They were right there in front of him, hanging down like ripe fruit waiting to be picked.