Later on after Cheryl got back home, they had dinner together on the lower balcony. His mother asked if he wanted to suggest an outfit for her to wear for her friend’s visit in another hour. He said he liked the purple dress she had on when she picked him up at the airport the other day.
“Your legs and tits look amazing in that dress,” he told her.
“Oh my, that’s a very slutty outfit,” she snickered.
“All your outfits are slutty, Mom.”
“Why Hayden!” she exclaimed with mock exasperation. “Is that any way to talk to your mother?”
Hayden laughed. “It would be with an average mother, but my mother is way above average,” he said with a proud smile.
Cheryl sighed. “You’re the best son any mother ever had.”
Hayden was falling more in love with his mother every day, and he was sure she felt the same way.
After dinner, she went upstairs and put on the dress he loved seeing her in. She found a pair of heels that matched, different from the ones she’d worn to the airport the other day. When her friend finally showed up an hour later, Hayden was out on the upper balcony with his laptop. Cheryl and her male visitor hung downstairs for a while. He could hear them talking while his mother opened a bottle of wine. After a couple of glasses each, they came upstairs.
Cheryl came out to the balcony with her friend and introduced him to Hayden.
“Nick, this is my son, Hayden.”
Hayden didn’t bother getting up to shake hands. Nick gave him a perfunctory nod and greeting while Hayden gave the older man a much more thorough appraisal. The teen knew Nick had something else on his mind. He couldn’t blame the guy, not when he was about to disappear into Cheryl’s room with her. Nick was probably a little younger than Cheryl, but not by very much. He looked to be in pretty decent shape except for a slight paunch in front. He was good looking and wore his hair cropped short. And he seemed to be much too eager to fuck Cheryl to be worried about doing it with her son in the house.
Casting a knowing smile over her shoulder at her son, Cheryl led Nick back in and toward her room. Hayden watched them walk away, watching his mother’s luscious legs as they propelled her down the hall. He closed his laptop and listened. From the balcony, all he could hear was the indistinct murmur of their voices talking quietly so he got up and padded quietly closer to his mother’s carelessly open doorway.
Yet Hayden knew Cheryl’s open door wasn’t careless at all. He knew his mother was inviting her son to listen and even watch. Lingering near the door without trying to look in, he heard his mother ask Nick if his wife knew where he was.
Nick laughed. “Hell, no,” he replied. “If she knew I came over here on my own she’d probably call that divorce lawyer she thinks I don’t know she’s fucking.”
Cheryl snickered. “Well I guess we better not tell her, then. Now why don’t you sit back and let me do the work?”
“Oh yeah,” Nick replied, half in a growl.
Hayden waited and listened. Nick started sighing deeply.
“Mmmm, that cock is getting hard so fast tonight,” his mother said. “You must really need it.”