Dare Game with MomChapter 9

Saturday morning…

I woke up to the smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon downstairs, and I smiled. The spring sun was straming through my window, and I stretched my long frame, realizing I was naked on top of my covers.

Oh, right, last night…

I had to make sure I hadn’t dreamed that whole thing, especially the bit with my mom getting her rocks off in her bathroom. I found my phone near my pillow and made sure to turn down the volume before going to my galley, finding the video, and hitting ‘Play’…

Yep, there it was in all its silhouetted glory. And damned if my cock didn’t stir and begin getting stiff immediately.

I was tempted to toss one out, but the coffee and food was smelling so good that I decided to forgo my morning ritual and go downstairs instead. I got up and put on some boxer shorts, followed by a white shirt. Then I went across the hall to splash cold water on my face and then run my hands under it, hoping to get rid of my hard-on. Once it finally disappeared, I drained the lizard and headed downstairs, ready to meet the day.

“Morning, mom,” I said as I headed into the kitchen. She was facing away from me, at the stove, clearly on a roll making breakfast. She was wearing her favourite robe, a silky dark blue thing that cinched at the waist and showed off all her curves. She paused and turned around to face me, and I had to try hard to keep my eyes from bugging out of my head when she smiled at me. The top of her robe was somewhat loose, opened to show the valley between her lovely breasts. One of her long, shapely legs was showing from the opening below the belt.

“Hello, baby,” she sighed, sounding so very happy to see me. She put down her spatula as I approached and pulled me into a warm hug. Body to body like this, separated only by her robe (and anything underneath) and my t-shirt and boxers, I really hoped the beast didn’t stir to life, because there was no way in Hell she wouldn’t feel it. “Mmmmm, you smell like a young man who just woke up, I love it.”

“Glad you like whatever that is,” I said, holding her in the hug. She smelled lovely too, and she was so soft. I ended the hug before I popped a boner on her and smiled down at her. “So what’s with the grand slam breakfast this morning?”

“We just haven’t done it in a while,” she answered, turning back to her bacon and pancakes now. “And I woke up feeling exceptionally refreshed and lively this morning, so after my exercise, I thought I’d put it to good use.”

“Well I ain’t objecting, for sure,” I said, getting the plates and glasses ready while she cooked. “I’m glad you’re in such a good mood. Did you make up for your sucky date?”

“Naughty of you to ask,” she lilted, not denying my assertion. “I’ll be honest, at one point, I was worried you might hear me.”

“Sorry,” I laughed, dodging her inference by not answering directly. “You know, I sleep like the dead.”

“I know, and I came down to check on you in the living room where you fell asleep,” she cooed, smiling at me. “I’m glad you eventually went to bed, though, more comfy for a growing boy.”

“I guess that’s true,” I said, nodding as I set the table for this breakfast feast she had planned. “Sorry if I left my door wide open.”

“Oh, I just ducked my head in to see if you’d made it upstairs, baby,” she said casually, but with a bit of a smirk. “Do you always sleep above your sheets?”

“Oh, uh, no, not always,” I answered, blushing and rubbing the back of my head. “Sorry if you… saw anything.”

“It’s not a problem, honey,” she said in her soothing voice. “I looked in on you, after all, you can be in your own room in any state of undress you like.”

She looked over her shoulder and winked. “For the record, though, Gina is a total idiot.”

“Thanks,” I laughed, relieved by how surprisingly easy this morning was. I came up behind her and hugged her. Mom seemed to sigh and almost snuggled back against me, my hands on the knotted silk belt of her robe. “Thanks for this, mom. And for last night, I feel a lot better this morning because of it.”

“Oh, I understand completely, Aaron,” mom cooed, reaching up one hand to stroke my cheek gently. It almost felt like I was holding a lover, not just my mom. “I probably would’ve been pretty grumpy all weekend too, but you made it better. Thank you, baby.”

I hugged her tight for a moment and then let go to get the juice and pour coffee. The beast was threatening to stir again, so I thought it best to keep moving before she noticed. Once she was done with the food, I pulled her away from the stove and made her sit, pulling her seat out for her.

“Such a gentleman,” she said as she sat down. “I take it you’re serving?”

“You did all the hard work, I’ll do my part,” I pointed out. Once she was seated, I poured coffee and juice for her and then brought over the food, setting it down between us, along with butter, maple syrup, cream, and sugar. “Dig in, mom.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” she said, nodding and helping herself to some pancakes. “To be honest, I’m starving.”

“Real workout last night?” I quipped, grinning at her.

Mom blushed but them smirked back. “Cheeky. But since we were being so honest last night, yes, I guess I did do an excellent job taking care of business, and maybe that helps account for my appetite this morning. What about you? Any extra appetite because of late-night recreational activities, or is this just a ravenous teenage boy who eats everything in sight that I see before me?”

“Y’sound like Gina, mom,” I said, making her jolt slightly and almost do a spit-take with her orange juice before putting it down and giggling.