Waking up I felt crushed by guilt before I could even open up my eyes.
"Are you awake?" Mother's voice brought me to reality.
I jerked upright, " yes."
It's like her nightgown was trying to show her off, the way it revealed so much of her body.
"Sorry if I woke you. I just really need to use the bathroom."
Oh no. Has she noticed something? Of course I wouldn't be able to get all of the cum out!
"That's what I'm here for." I had her in my arms a few seconds later. Tiny sharp hairs pricked me as I carried her.
Did they shave her legs at the hospital?
I set her down on the toilet and turned on the sink before leaving, making sure to shut the door behind me.
Oh good what have I done!
No matter how many steps I took back and forth my anxiety only rose. She was taking longer than normal, in there. She's definitely noticed.
"I'm finished." Her voice seemed normal, or did I just want to believe that?
From opening the door to walking towards her, everything I did was filled with anxiety. " Everything okay?"
" What!" She covered her face, " please don't ask me about stuff like this. It's embarrassing."
" Oh, my bad mom." I laugh awkwardly. " Let's get cleaned up." Leaning down she wrapped her arms around my neck as I grabbed her waist and set her up on the counter.
She grabbed her toothbrush and I mine. Her legs went off the counter and they were spread pretty wide. Obviously it wasn't on purpose but...
"I know, I need to shave. It's gross."
Fuck she had seen me peeking at her legs. However with what she said I couldn't help but laugh. I had been prepared to wipe her ass everyday. A little bit of hair was nothing, there wasn't even anything wrong with it to begin with.
"What's so funny?" She said after spitting the toothpaste in her mouth into the sink.
"There's nothing wrong with a little leg hair Mom." I rinsed out my mouth as well.
I picked her up and carried her to the bed while she protested, "a woman shouldn't have leg hair!" She then told me what clothes to grab.
Gray leggings, and a low cut white top with spaghetti straps. Was everything she owned so low cut? I left and got dressed as well.
When I got back she was dressed. "Time for your exercises." I began to move her legs like the nurse had told me. " You're still so flexible Mom."
She reached her hands up in a stretch, her tits attempting to slide out of her shirt and up her neck. "I was always naturally flexible so it's nothing impressive."
I spread her legs apart in the butterfly pose and it was clear she wasn't wearing underwear.
Have I really gotten away with what I did to her? Should I have? Part of me thinks I deserve to be caught, but the other... It wants to see what else I can do.
"That should be enough for today," Mom complained.
" Right!" I peeled my eyes away from her lower lips and we continued our day.
***
We sat on the couch watching TV. She was between my legs, her back against my chest. It was the way she used to sit with Dad, both of us under one big blanket.
With some time I had slowly worked my hand in-between her legs and she hadn't seemed to notice.
"Mom, can I ask you a question?" My open palm was pressed against her pussy. She looked up and back at me, inviting me to continue. "Can you feel your legs? Or anything below the waist?"