Steve couldn’t believe his luck. His cock was standing at attention and he could barely walk.
Although Tony was embarrassed he truly loved the show. He always knew his Mom was sexy but he kept those thoughts pushed way deep inside. Okay, so his Mom had been the object of many of his fantasies but out of love and respect for the woman, he kept his feelings at bay.
But now his mind was filled with many questions… first and foremost, why was his Mom answering the door in her birthday suit? Who was she expecting? He’d sent his Mom an email some days ago. She knew he was coming. Did she intend to give him a show?
He’d invited Steve along kind of last minute. Steve! Steve was playing it cool. He kept his comments to himself but more so, his mind was racing with the welcome-home reception. He was replaying it over and over in his mind. He sat down and kept to himself.
Tony was grateful for Steve’s gracefulness.
Upon hearing the commotion and realizing it wasn’t Mario at the door, Robert let himself out the backdoor.
Linda was in her bedroom simply mortified. How stupid and irresponsible of her. She’d inadvertently given Tony and his friend a show. How was she going to explain this to him, to them?
Who was the gorgeous blond hunk with her son? He had an athlete’s build. He had to be one of Tony’s baseball buddies. They were both so handsome and physically fit.
Steve’s piercing blue eyes had burned a hole right through her. He’d given her a once over from her titties to her cunt. She knew he’d taken in all of her.
She was so ashamed. She could feel her heart beating a thousand miles a minute.
And then she did something strange… she reached down and touched her pussy. Her wet, dripping pussy. She was excited. She’d inadvertently flashed her son and his friend and her pussy was dripping. What the hell was wrong with her?
Just then the doorbell rang.
Oh shit! She knew it was Mario. How was she going to explain Mario to Tony?
She stopped playing with herself. She could hear some talking, laughter and after a bit the door closing. And then it was down to two voices. Linda surmised it had to be Tony and Steve. She didn’t want to face the boys.
And then came a knock at her door.
“Mom, Mom are you in there?” asked Tony. She hesitated. “Mom, will you please open the door. I need to talk to you,” pleaded Tony.
She decided she better answer him, “Yes Sweetie. Give me a minute,” she said.
She threw a robe over herself and opened the door. Tony was leaning against the frame of the door and in his best attempt to make light of the situation he smiled and asked, “Are you decent?” Linda died.
Tony knew his Mom was mortified. “Sorry Mom. I’m just trying to put us both at ease.”
Linda stepped back as he walked in the room and locked the door behind him. Linda stammered in an attempt to explain herself.
Tony let her sweat it out for a bit and then very matter-of-fact and in a low, hushed voice asked, “It was him, right?”
Linda’s eyes widened.
“You thought I was him. You were waiting on Mario.” He wasn’t asking. He was stating the facts. “You. My respectable, honorable, shy Mom has been cheating on Dad with a man my age.”