Dare Game with MomChapter 6

I nodded and came around to pull out her chair for her. She smiled at me warmly and gave me a close hug, her face buried in my shoulder. My hands were on her back, and I hoped she couldn’t feel the swelling beginning in my pants. That’d be bad.

“Thank you, baby,” she whispered. “What are you going to do now?”

“Probably watch TV,” I answered, not sure I was being all that truthful.

She looked up at me now, a bit of a smirk on her face. “What, no urges to see to after a dud date earlier tonight?”

“Oh, that’s just me being a teenage boy, mom,” I chuckled. “My whole left arm could be lopped off, but as long as I have my right hand, nothing’s gonna stop that.”

Mom giggled and patted the flats of her hands against my chest gently, almost as if patting on a drum. “Naughty. I love you, Aaron, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Love you too, mom,” I said, nodding. “See you in the morning.”

She kissed me on the cheek close to my mouth and then made her way out of the kitchen toward the stairs. She paused in the doorway and turned her head. “It’s Saturday tomorrow, no work for me. Have you got anything planned?”

I shook my head. “Nope. Maybe casual gaming, but nothing solid or exciting.”

She considered. “Then maybe we’ll spend some more time together and I’ll find out more about what kind of a perv my li’l studmuffin boy has been.”

“I’ll bring the beer, you bring the wine,” I said, grinning.

Mom nodded and continued out, a bit of a wiggle in her walk. I leaned back against the coffee table for a moment and sighed heavily. I shook my head to try and clear it of the alcohol haze and reflect back on the past two hours. I sure as Hell hadn’t expected any of that, although I wasn’t displeased, either. I loved my mom, and knowing more about her just made me feel like things were okay.

Mom liking women and having extramarital sex were eye-openers, and I guess I was relieved that she didn’t kill me for admitting I’d fucked my married History teacher. My sex habits seemed to be of no concern to her, as long as I was careful, so there was another plus. I’d never thought my mom was a prude, of course, I’d heard her telling naughty jokes for years. But how sexual she actually was came as a bit of a surprise. Maybe after what dad did, she sort of buried her former life and history away from me.

Did she really want to continue this conversation with me? It seemed weird, at first, since she had female friends she could have gripe-sessions with, probably to better effect. And I sure as Hell never had bitch sessions with my buddies about this sort of thing. No guy did that.

So why was I looking forward to possibly doing this again with my own mother?

I shook my head again and went into the entertainment room, turning on the television. I kept the volume down, since mom was likely to be trying to sleep, after she finished, well… what she needed to take care of. I stretched out on the chesterfield and began watching some mindless Baywatch rerun, when I heard the slight rattle of pipes in the ceiling.

Mom was in her bathroom, taking a shower.

I tried to concentrate on the TV, even searching for a different show that might hold my interest, but I was finding myself increasingly distracted. And admitting why was proving difficult.

No. Don’t do it.

“Dammit…” I muttered quietly as I put down the remote and got up. I took my shoes off and headed upstairs as quietly as possible, hoping I couldn’t be heard.

Mom’s bedroom had its own en suite bathroom. I approached her room and took a quick peek around the corner, hoping I was being sneaky. The room was dark, except for two small lamps providing a warm glow, and she had two scented candles burning, smelling like… I dunno, roses or patchouli or some shit.

The important thing was, the room was empty, and she’d left the door to her bathroom mostly open. I could hear the shower now, the water beating down. I heard her sigh, meaning she was in the shower, and it was safe for me to get closer. I slipped into the bedroom and got close to the bathroom door, listening as I hid around the corner.

Mom’s sighs of contentment from being under the water soon changed to other sounds, such as prolonged moans.

Holy shit, mom was masturbating in there? I know she’d said she might take care of things, but for her to actually do it after telling me…

I guess I didn’t blame her, after her date failed so hard, and I remember she’d been complaining when she got home about shaving her pussy and not wearing panties for the event. The thought of my mom’s pussy being shaved gave me a stir I wasn’t expecting. I listened quietly as she began working herself, her breathing getting louder, punctuated by the occasional gasp.

I was flattened against the wall beside her door, looking out at her bedroom, but I was wanting to see more. Could I possibly get a look in without her noticing?

Mom’s shower doors were lightly frosted glass, so nothing was clearly visible except silhouettes, I knew this already. Across from the shower stall was her big sink and the long vanity mirror. I might be able to see in that reflection. The frosting would keep her from seeing me in the mirror (I hoped).