Was it all a dream? Did it really happen? I had to check my surroundings as I woke. I was in my mother's room, in her bed and felt her arm around me as I lay on my left side. I could feel her body behind me; pressed up against me. Light was just starting to come through the window. I knew it was early. I turned my head slightly and caught a glimpse of her blonde hair. Her scent filled my nostrils and it was intoxicating.
My mind flashed back to the night before; I remembered cumming all over my mother's face, and then she left the room. I first thought she was having regrets, but then she returned with her face clean; wearing a white, sexy, low cut nightgown with spaghetti straps. We cuddled and kissed in her bed before falling asleep. She told me over and over again how much she loved me. I think she knew I was hers and hers alone.
I closed my eyes and the next thing I heard was her cell phone ringing. She rolled over and answered it.
"Hello," she said in a sleepy voice. "Yes... no, it's alright... yes I can... no that's okay... it's nothing I can't handle... I'll be there about eight... okay... see you then." I heard her set the cell phone back on her night stand and she rolled over and put her arm back around me. "Are you awake, sweetheart?"
"Yeah," I said, breathing deeply, "was that work?"
"Fuck yeah," she said in an irritated voice, "I was hoping to have the day off, but they need me at the office." As she got up she kissed me on the cheek. "Rest for a little while longer and I'll wake you up when breakfast is ready. Are you scheduled to work today?"
"Just for a few hours this afternoon." I had gotten a summer job working part-time at a local hardware store. I didn't make a lot of money, but I wanted to help out with what bills I could.
We sat at the kitchen table. She was ready for work and I was fresh out of bed. Her hair was done up and she looked great in her business blouse and slacks. She looked at me and giggled.
"What," I asked, smiling back at her.
"Your hair looks marvelous dear," she laughed. I ran my hand through my messy bed head and laughed too.
"Thanks."
"I'll be home about six tonight," she said. "I'll make us some dinner." She didn't know it, but she had given me an idea and I instantly knew what I was going to do when I got home that afternoon.
After breakfast, she gathered up her purse, keys and cell phone. She came over to me while I was still at the kitchen table. "I'll see you tonight, honey." Our lips met and I could taste her lipstick and smell her perfume. My heart skipped a beat when the kiss lingered and did not immediately break. She looked at me with her beautiful brown eyes and said, "I love you, Andrew."
"I love you, Momma."
After work, I stopped at the store and bought my supplies. When I got home, I started making dinner and then dressed in a nice button-up shirt, dress pants and my Sunday best shoes. I hung a note on the dining room door for Mom to see when she got there.
"Andrew," she called as she walked in the door, "where are you?"
"Read the note," I called back from the kitchen.
