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Note: There is a synopsis of the story up to that point in Chapter 10 for longtime readers to refresh their memories if needed. New readers I would like if you started at the beginning.
Onedragon
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After Saturday's early arising, I slept in late Sunday. I also had no visit that morning, so I took ten minutes to relieve my built up pressure. A quick trip to the bathroom and I made my way downstairs to get some food, expecting that breakfast for the others would be long over. I was not wrong in that assumption. Mom looked up from the couch as I came down and started to rise. Jojo was laying sprawled on the floor coloring and watching cartoons. I assumed Johnny was outside on his bike.
"Do you want me to make you something to eat?" She said eagerly.
"He's eighteen. He can feed himself if he isn't going to be up at mealtime." Dad said coarsely, looking up from his tablet.
Where was his fatherly affection from yesterday?
"I'm his mother. Feeding him is part of the job." Mom said decisively.
"You coddle him much too much." Dad snorted.
"Again, I'm his mother. It's what I do. Besides when he's gone next year, you'll miss him being around." Mom glanced slyly at me from beneath her eyelids.
"Thanks mom, you're the best!" I went over to her and gave her a peck on the cheek. The hand that I was ostensibly hugging her with was firmly on her ass through her thin robe and nightgown.
"You're up kinda late. Did you have a hard night?" Mom asked casually as she went to the kitchen.
"I was wiped out last night. It was hard getting up this morning." I looked deep in her eyes for a brief moment.
"I'm sure it was." She said over her shoulder. I followed her to the other room. "Did it get better?"
"I handled it." I answered flatly.
"That's a shame." Her eyes flicked to me as she went about pulling out a couple pans. "Eggs and pancakes alright?"
"Yeah, thanks mom. Maybe some bacon too?" I looked hopefully at her.
"Sure honey. Whatever you want." Mom hurried about making me breakfast.
I didn't want to return to the living room and have to sit with dad's glare on me, so I pulled out a chair and sat at the kitchen table. This also afforded me a view of my lovely mother moving around the room as she cooked. It also let me see her as my mom and not my lover. I loved her as both, but being my mom would never change no matter what else might happen between us.
Dad came into the room and got a beer from the fridge.
"I was thinking, now that it is spring that I should clean out the gutters. Jeremy can help out, can't you son?" He looked at me expectantly.
"I would love to dad, but I have a paper to do for tomorrow." I glanced at mom but she was busy.
"You should have been doing that instead of basketball yesterday." His tone hadn't changed but I felt the harshness of his words.
"Jeremy. You can help your father with the gutters." Mom turned and scolded me.
"No, he's got homework to do. That's more important, even if he doesn't do it in a timely manner. It's nothing I can't handle on my own. Been doing them myself for years." Dad trailed off muttering to himself as he returned to the living room.
"Do you really have homework?" Mom's tone was still cold. It was a pinprick to my heart.
"Actually, yes. I was going to do it later this afternoon. I thought that maybe we could ..." I looked up at her longingly.
"I don't know. You're father is right. Homework is more important than ... fooling around with your mother."
"Nothing is more important than that mom!"
"School is." Mom answered as solidly as granite.
"I'll get it done. I promise." I said defensively.
"You better. If your grades falter because of me, us, I will cease doing anything with you." Mom's eyes burned into me with cold fire.
I was confident in my schoolwork, and my grades. Fortunately, though, the next set of grades I would get would be the last set! But no, I was good with school.
Mom's face lit up as she placed the food before me.
"Justin will be up the ladder and not be able to come in and out of the house." Mom said suggestively.
"Are you implying that we should do something we shouldn't?" I grinned at her.
"It's been almost twenty-four hours." She said calmly.
"That sounds like an addict talking mom."
"An addict for addict." Except she made that last word sound slightly different.
"Mom!" I exclaimed in a loud whisper.
She turned back to the counter but as she did so, she bent over and lifted her robe and nightie to reveal her panty clad ass. She gave it a wiggle at me and I heard her giggle.
Thoughts of the plate of food before me suddenly fled from my mind, I was now hungry for something else.
"Mom!" I said again.
She giggled again.
"Eat your breakfast Jeremy. I want you to keep up your strength!" Mom went about cleaning up the small mess she'd made making me breakfast.
I know what mom wanted!
I finished eating, the helpings large enough that I didn't need seconds. Not that I couldn't have eaten more, but lunch wasn't far off.
Not much later, dad went outside and made a production of pulling the ladder and the other tools he would use from the garage. Johnny and Jojo were playing in the backyard; I didn't know what they were doing, but I could hear their loud laughter. I hid upstairs until mom was ready for me. My dick was already half hard in anticipation!
It was only about twenty minutes later when mom showed up at my door. She was still wearing her robe but she pulled it open to reveal a deep green satiny camisole that matched her eyes and clung snugly to her figure. It hung above her hips and didn't hide the tiny pair of matching panties that barely hid her trimmed bush. It was one of the pieces that we had bought when we had gone shopping together.
"So, do you like?" Mom said with a hand on one hip, the other stretched up my doorframe, and one leg bent provocatively to the side. She truly could have been a lingerie model. Minus the old plain white robe of course.
I just gave a wolf whistle as I stared at her.
She smiled at my response.
