The night after Robert had seen his mother showing was different; for obvious reasons. He felt as though he had got away with murder and that he was suddenly public enemy number #1. But in truth the fact that he had seen his mom finger fuck herself only reasserted his feelings that how he'd reacted was right. He struggled all night with himself, trying to decide how to act the next day and eventually realised that no matter how he tried to act; he would be unable to do it without sounding guilty and his Mom always knew when he was lying or covering up for something.
So in the morning he dressed in silence in the small hours and wondered how the day would turn out. He dressed casually and hoped that it would attract his mom's attention. He meandered down to the living room and, without sitting down, picked up the remote and turned on the sports channel to catch up on what he'd missed last night.
He left the TV on and proceeded into the kitchen to make himself a sandwich. He sat down and ate in front of the TV and contemplated more whilst watching the highlights of the Redskin's game and eating his meagre breakfast. He wondered how he would feel when he saw his mom and how she would react to him. His stomach churned and it was nothing to do with the cheese and pickle now resting in his stomach.
He remembered his mom last night when he was at the door. He remembered how her pussy had been and how, hairless, she had stroked it and fingered herself whilst he watched. He could feel his erection rising in his pants just from thinking this and felt the heat rising in his face and neck. His bulge now strained against his trousers and he stood up to try to rearrange himself, simultaneously knocking his plate, with the half-finished sandwich still on it, to the floor where it plastered the rug with pickle and butter.
"Ah shit!" he cursed in spite of himself as he squatted uncomfortably to pick up the pieces and undo the damage. He then struggled into the kitchen with his cock now aching in his trousers to empty the remainders into the disposal and wash up his plate. He couldn't get the image of his mom out of his mind and his cock raged to think about it. He could stand it no more, he just had to bring himself off over these thoughts and their stimulus; his mom. After all it was still early and his mom was still fast asleep upstairs in her bed. He felt his inhibitions give way and he unzipped his trousers and took his dick into his hand, just as he had the night before. Facing the sink he slowly brought himself to the brink, massaging his aching cock with his hand whilst imagining his Mother's perfect pussy clamped around it. He moaned aloud as he got close and increased his movements, jerking his dick harder as he prepared to spurt again.
Suddenly from out of nowhere he heard a noise on the stairs in the hallway. His stomach physically leapt into his throat and he put his dick as quickly as he could back into his pants and sniffed loudly to cover the sound of his zip. He then quickly turned to face the sink and look out the window. Maybe it wasn't what he'd thought; maybe he'd just imagined it. It might not be his mom at all. But his fears were justified when his mom, in her pyjamas, stepped through the door into the room. He spotted her reflection first, in the glass of the window and turned, innocently to face her and smile.
"Hey Mom" he said, feigning tiredness.
"Oh hello sweetie" she replied with genuine shock "I didn't realise you were down here!"
He took in her glorious form for a few moments ad admired her supple breasts through her pyjamas. They were made of silk and were of a deep midnight blue. The two topmost buttons were undone to reveal just the smallest view of her cleavage and the matching bottoms were tight and gripped her legs like lycra. The sheen from the material made Robert's concealed erection even harder and he felt the blood rise again in his face.
"Tell me you haven't been down here since I said goodnight to you a couple of hours ago!" she said, now suddenly stern and more "Parent like".
"No" he replied with a tone of mild annoyance "I just couldn't sleep and was a bit hungry, so I came down and made myself a sandwich"
"Oh darling why didn't you just wake me and I would have made one for you!" She said, fussing her way over to him. He was still so damn warm around the neck and face and his mother noticed.