Chapter 3: Mom’s negligee

While she filled the coffee machine, my eyes locked on her long, bare legs. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen them, but they still excited me when displayed. When she finished and turned, I quickly looked down at the paper, disguising the fact I was leering. While she walked by me to return to her room, my eyes lustfully followed her sexy body.

After a few minutes, she returned in a robe to prepare breakfast. I surmised that she must come out to the kitchen each morning, right after awakening, and start the coffee machine before returning to her room to change. I’d risen early before, but she always wore her robe. I wondered if she’d changed her routine when I started college.

I made a mental note not to allow sleep to interfere with my early morning delight. Hopefully, Mom wouldn’t revert to wearing her robe before coming out to start up the coffee in the future.

We talked while she cooked. After we ate and finished reading the paper, I helped her clean the table. When done, she asked, “What are you going to do today, while I’m at work?”

“Mostly looking for a job, but I’ll find some time to work in the garden, too. I want to contribute more to my college expenses. It’s not fair that you’re bearing most of the burden.”

She smiled and replied, “I don’t mind. You help out here so much that I’m getting my money’s worth. If you find a job, promise me it’s one you’ll enjoy. I don’t want you picking one just for the money.”

“Thanks, Mom. I’ll keep that in mind,” I replied.

She hugged me, wished me luck, and left to get dressed for work. Retreating to my room, I surfed for job leads. A few minutes later, I heard Mom’s car pull out. I looked out my window and watched her drive away. As soon as her car disappeared, I lay in bed, stroking my rock-hard cock, reliving the sight of her nightie-clad body. I didn’t last long, coating my stomach with globs of hot cum.

I didn’t have much luck finding a job, so I decided to take a break and go out. I stopped at the grocery store and picked up some items Mom had written on a list, left on the table. When I arrived home, Mom was already there. She greeted me with a hug, and I asked, “Is something wrong, Mom? You’re home much earlier than normal.”

She smiled and responded, “I took off early to spend more time with you, before you start a job. Unless you don’t want me to.”

“That sounds great, Mom,” I replied. “It’ll be fun hanging out together.”

We walked around the garden, discussing what to do for the next few days. While we ate dinner later that night, I told her I wasn’t having any luck finding a job. She looked disappointed before grinning and saying, “You never know; maybe something will come up.”

Soon after, I retired to the living room to watch TV, while Mom went to her room. She left the door open, and I could hear her talking on the phone, probably catching up with a friend. Their conversation was too faint to comprehend the content, but I did hear her say goodbye.

She emerged, soon after, and joined me on the couch, wrapping her arm around me to hug me. I felt the heat from her body and her breath when she softly spoke, “I’ve had some luck in finding you a job you might like.”

I turned and looked into those beautiful eyes while she continued, “That was Sharon on the phone. I asked her whether she knew of any potential summer jobs available for you.”

Sharon lived in our old neighborhood, and an image formed of her when Mom mentioned her name. She was Mom’s age and was equally hot.

“Anyway, she has quite a bit of work to do around her house and is willing to pay you good money to help,” Mom stated.

Sharon was wealthy and would sneak me a twenty when we visited her; for my college fund, she’d say. I looked forward to good pay while working around the hot-looking woman.

“Thanks, Mom. That sounds great,” I replied.

Mom smiled and kissed me on the cheek before returning to her room to notify Sharon. She returned and informed me I would start the next day. After a few more minutes, I told Mom I was heading to bed to get a good night’s sleep. Setting my alarm to awaken early, I drifted off fast.

I was up and reading the paper, anxiously awaiting Mom’s arrival. She made her appearance at the same time, wearing the same nightie. My plan worked perfectly, allowing me to leer at her scantily-clad body. She repeated her routine, leaving and returning to fix breakfast in her robe.

While eating, I related, “I’ll probably be late returning home since Sharon’s house is an hour away. In fact, I better get moving. I don’t want to show up late on the first day.”

When I rose, she did the same to hug me goodbye, wishing me luck with my job. Her sexy, parting smile was enough to arouse my horny prick.

I made it to Sharon’s place, and she was still as hot as I had remembered. We reviewed the things she wanted to complete, and the list looked short enough that I was sure I could do it in a day, although Mom had told me there was a week’s worth of work. After finishing the first item, I realized the main job Sharon wanted to accomplish was to have her pussy filled with a young hard cock. Her seduction plan wasn’t complicated, leading me to her bedroom, stripping off her clothes, and begging me to fuck her hard.

She kept me in bed all day, obviously not getting the spousal sexual attention she required. She explained that her husband was out of town on a business trip until the end of the week, probably fucking his secretary, instead of attending meetings. She wasn’t upset about his indiscretions as she was financially comfortable in their relationship. Neither of them desired a divorce and was content with the status quo.

Exhausted from my sexual workout, I arrived home late. Mom asked me how it went, and I told her there was a lot of hard work to do, which would keep me busy for the week. She smiled and told me how happy it made her knowing she was able to help with the arrangement. I went to bed early to get up for Mom’s negligee showing.

Each day was a repeat of events starting with Mom in the morning and Sharon receiving a thorough pounding during the day, allowing me to live out my incestuous fantasies. Sharon’s sexual demands exhausted me so much one day, that I blew it and slept past Mom’s nightie show. Friday arrived too soon, signaling the end of my work week. I hoped Sharon would extend my time, but she explained she didn’t want the neighbors to get suspicious and that she had enough memories to last a while. She thanked me with a day of sex, and I left with a check for five hundred dollars.

Mom had one of my favorite meals ready when I arrived home, and we discussed our weekend plans over dinner. We decided on several projects in the garden, and she mentioned that her sister would come over to help. I looked forward to spending a weekend with them. Signing and handing the check to Mom brought out a big smile when I told her to use it to help pay for college expenses.