Chapter 5

She nods as I help her up and watch her ass bounce with each step. I spot her black panties on the ground and use the wet spot she left behind to clean as much of my cum off as I can. Walt’s already in my room as I collect her clothes and toss them in her room. She’s lying on her back and mom’s close to being asleep. As much as I want to linger on her slightly parted cheeks, Walt doesn’t have all night.

I find him at my desk burning a copy onto a DVD and he pockets the drive when he finishes. He lets himself out and almost forget my clothes are on the floor. I don’t want mom to think anything happened in that room until we watch the video together.

I pull on a pair of sweats to keep the chill away and start to watch everything. There’s no denying it’s both of us in the video and having a single shot helps. Mom can’t claim it was cut and will have to accept the video is real. Seeing her undress from behind makes me realize just how good she looks. Other than the sagging, her body looks a good decade younger than her 45 years should allow.

We weren’t lying about a thing. Other than the full bush, mom has a sexy body. All she needs is to let her hair loose and shave her bush to go from sexy to fucking hot. I don’t mind the sags one bit, since it makes this moment just a little more real than it already is.

<<< Jennifer>>>

I wake from strange dreams that elude me now. There was something disturbing about them, but can’t recall any of the details. The more I try to find the source the greater the distance becomes and it’s completely gone now.

I’m a little chilly and reach for the blanket to find nothing covering me at all. That would explain the chill, but why am I naked? I glance to the door and see it wide open, which bothers me since Hanson could’ve seen me sleeping like this. No son should ever see his mother in this state.

I sit up and feel the pillow stick a little to my face. There’s something crusted on my lips and I must’ve drooled in my sleep. Drool’s never done this before, but that’s the only thing that makes sense. I’m yawning as I look for my sweats and there’s an unpleasant soreness from the act.

The only thing on the floor is my clothes from yesterday and cast my eyes on the bed in hopes of finding something to cover myself. There’s not even a robe. Something must have happened after I got home, but don’t recall anything after getting out of the car. Why can’t I remember?