“Hi, Mom!” I yelled into the kitchen.
I waited for a while before Mom came into the living room to greet me. I knew Friday’s were casual days at her job. It was surprising to see her in a pair of jeans with a nice, silken blouse tucked into them. I could see the outline of her bra through the shirt but nothing else revealing.
“Hi, Jeremy,” she said before aggressively kicking her shoes into the side of the couch. She took a sip of her wine before telling me her plan for the evening.
“Babe, it’s been a crappy day. I’m going to go shower and change. Could you order us some pizza? My card is in my purse. I’ll come sit with you and we can watch some movies together.”
“Sure. Go take a hot shower and I’ll have everything ready for you when you’re done. Including another drink,” I informed her.
“Trying to get me drunk, young man?” she asked with a wink as she walked away. I admired her ass as she walked and noted her phone in her back pocket. My imagination began to get the best of me.
When I heard the shower turn on, I went and grabbed my phone and ordered a single pizza with bread sticks. Once that chore was completed, I poured Mom a glass of wine and set it on the side table on the far end of the couch where she normally sits. From there, I went to her bedroom door and waited. I waited until I was sure she was getting into comfortable clothing before sending her a text message.
“No bra,” It read plainly.
I heard her phone sound the text message alert. I wasn’t certain, but I thought she said “Oh!” in a surprised voice. I chickened out of my plan to let those two words stand alone, so I used her lack of knowledge about technology to my advantage.
“Damnit!” I typed quickly and sent.
“It cut my text off. It should have said wear something loose and no bra and I’ll give you a back rub while you tell me about your day. Pizza will be here in about 30 minutes.”
I waited for a few minutes to get her reply when she violently opened the door. It scared the hell out of me.
“Jeremy! I know you’ve been standing there. I don’t know why, and I don’t know why you sent me that message just now,” she looked behind her quickly, then back to me and loudly whispered, “I hope you don’t plan to take advantage of me tonight while I’m having some drinks!”
“Mom! I stopped here to text you because I went to my room to get my socks on and thought I would do that for you. I texted the first one and when I realized it sent wrong, I stopped to correct it before you got the wrong Idea!”
She looked me up and down then smirked as she closed the door.
“Damnit, she’s hard to read!” I thought to myself as I breathed a sigh of relief.
I waited impatiently for Mom to come out so I could further formulate my plan for the evening. As I waited, Dad came out and told me he was going to the airport. I asked if he wanted to wait for some pizza, though I did not order enough for three. He said he would get something on the way and that he’d see me in a week. I watched him walk out and close the door then sat on the couch and waited.
Mom was taking much longer than usual for a shower and change of clothes. My optimistic imagination determined she was making herself ready for me. I imagined her coming into the living room wearing nothing but a shirt. When she did, she immediately got on her knees in front of me and sucked my cock until it was hard. Then, without unnecessary dialogue, she would climb on my cock and begin bouncing up and down begging for me to cum inside her.
I was getting hard thinking about it and despite the riskiness of the move, I pulled my dick out and slowly stroked it while listening intently for any sound coming from behind me. I imagined the scenario with several more details intermixed. I lost track of time and situational awareness. Next thing I knew, I heard noises from the kitchen. My heart raced as if I just saw police lights in my rear-view mirror. I tucked my dick back into my shorts and jumped up.
“I didn’t realize you were done,” I said waiting for any indication that she knew what I was doing.
“Yep, I heard the doorbell and came to get the food. I was just getting plates so we could bring some food into the living room and find a movie. Am I picking tonight, or are you?”
“You can pick,” I said, not wanting to seem like I was setting the scene for anything to happen that night.
“Okay, I don’t have anything in mind, so I’ll search the guide until we find one we like,” she said as she handed me a plate.
We both got some pizza and bread and headed into the living room. She dimmed the lights a little and sat down, taking an immediate drink of her wine before clicking the TV on. As she clicked through the guide, I looked over and saw she was wearing pajama pants with a T-shirt. It looked as if she was not wearing a bra as requested, but I wasn’t completely sure.
She chose a movie and we both watched as we ate. An hour into the movie and she had only made two trips to the kitchen for another drink. By the time the movie was over, she made two additional trips. When the credits started, she laughed out loudly.
“That was a terrible movie!” she said before taking a drink from her glass.
“It was. It’s my turn to choose a crap movie,” I said, snatching the remote up. I looked over and Mom yawned heavily. It seemed she was going to be more tired than drunk that night so any chance I thought I had was quickly evaporating.
I scrolled through the guide until I hit the movie channels and slowed my browsing. I looked to see if I recognized anything that would maybe give cause for something to happen, even if it were just me jerking off later. I found a good one and clicked play. Mom asked me what it was about, but I lied and said I hadn’t seen it before. I wouldn’t have to wait long as the first sex scene was within minutes of the opening credits.
As the scene started, Mom shifted in her seat a few times. The final time, she had her left leg bent at the knee. After the scene was over, I got up to gather Mom’s plate and bring it to the kitchen. When I came back, I decided to take a bold move and sit much closer to Mom. She side-eyed me for a moment and went back to watching the TV. It was about thirty minutes until another sex scene played out. I hoped Mom would lay her head in my lap before it started, so I decided to maybe get her thinking about things.
I mimicked her movements and bent my right leg at the knee and used my left arm to rub my cock through my shorts. I was occasionally exaggerated with my movements and thought I saw her stealing glances, but I could have been wrong. Regardless, there were a few other scenes left in the movie. When that one was done, I feigned exasperation with it and put my leg down and slouched in seat. I was in the perfect position for what I assumed could happen that night.
Mom finished her glass and announced that she was tired. Without saying another word, she laid down on me in the same position that started this whole thing months ago. Perhaps she had forgotten the things that transpired long ago, wished a repeat of them, or in the more likely scenario, was just tired. At that point, I decided to play it safe and see what she did when the next scene began to play out on the TV.
It was a lengthy scene, and she was shifting around a lot to the point where I was starting to get hard. What I found I enjoyed about this encounter was that she began things slowly unlike last time when she was abrupt and to the point. Once she resettled, her hand rested on my cock and her thumb was slowly moving up and down the covered shaft. I thought I would see if she realized what she was doing by placing my hand on her hip and rubbing slowly up and down her leg while drifting over her ass. It was all new territory for me since last time I didn’t touch her in any sexual way.
This went on for almost the entire scene when I decided to see where I could drive the situation. As my hand traveled up past the waistband of her pajamas, I slid my hand inside them and her panties, and rested my fingers against her bare hip. My index finger was draped over her hip bone, inches from where I imagined the hair on her pussy would start. I slowly started moving that finger back and forth. I could hear her breathing change slightly and she escalated things even more.
She slowly began to unzip my zipper and tried to quietly unbutton my shorts. It seemed to be a tit-for-tat moment, so I moved my hands a little deeper into her panties until her hand suddenly covered my wrist tightly and began to forcibly withdraw my hand.
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