Chapter 30

I woke up to the incredible smell of a fresh pot of coffee being brewed. There was just something about that smell that always made me happy. Even waking up from a deep sleep, I was grinning just from smelling that wonderful aroma.

I rolled over onto my back, the grin only growing larger on my face as I took in another slow breath through my nose, savoring the scent in the air.

“What are you smirking about?” Mom chuckled.

Hearing Mom’s voice and her little laugh only made me smile that much wider.

My eyes weren’t even open yet, but I could hear her voice getting closer. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and blinked my eyes open to see Mom leaning over the edge of the bed looking down at me. Having my mom be the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning, holding two mugs of coffee and offering me one would never get old.

I pulled myself up exposing everything from my waist up to the morning air. My morning wood worked as a block to keep the sheets over my legs. I reached up, took the proffered mug, and brought it close to my mouth. I closed my eyes, letting the steam waft up against my face before taking my first sip.

“Holy shit!” I sputtered, my mouth on fire as the hot coffee scalded the roof of my mouth and tongue. I couldn’t swallow it fast enough. “That’s hot!”

“Of course it’s hot, I just made it,” Mom snickered, but she had worry lines on the edges of her eyes showing her concern.

I started furiously blowing across the top of the mug to cool it off so I could take another sip. In my haste, I almost blew the coffee right over the lip of the mug and into my lap. My body jerked and then tensed, and that sudden move exposed my erection. That would have been a disaster. I couldn’t imagine anything worse than hot coffee spilling on my dick!

“Just give it a minute or two and it will cool off,” Mom said, her eyes wide at the near mishap with my genitals. “Come, let’s go outside on the swing.”

That got my attention, and my head snapped up and I met her smiling eyes as they danced back at me.

I, apparently, didn’t learn my lesson from a moment earlier with the near hot coffee disaster. I slid out of bed too quickly, excited, and eager to head out to the swing with Mom and the coffee sloshed over the brim of the mug. Thankfully, I felt the heat hit my fingers instead of somewhere a little more sensitive and I almost dropped the mug on reflex. I managed to override that instinct, but hissed as I switched hands on the mug and shook the one I had burned before shoving those fingers in my mouth.

“Good grief, Sam!” Mom hissed, scooting back and nearly spilling her own mug as she held it away from herself at arm’s reach.

“Sorry!” I gave her a guilty smile.

She gave me an unimpressed look for a moment before her face relaxed into her normal smile. When I returned it, she turned and headed for the front door, looking over her shoulder to see if I was following her.

I took a second to gather my wits and then followed her outside. The sudden potential danger did a masterful job of erasing my erection, and my dick was now calmly hanging between my legs, safe and secure, but I was still nursing my scalded hand as I stepped out onto the porch.

Mom and I sat on the old swing, just sipping our drinks for a while before either of us decided to talk. I don’t know if that was because we were both nervous or what, but all we did was share fleeting glances and then quickly take a sip of our coffees and pretend we hadn’t gotten caught looking at each other.

I caught her looking at my dick a few times. From the way her face fell when she noticed I wasn’t hard made me wonder if this could have been a morning coffee date like before the summer. Still, if that were the case, my dick would be back into its full rigid state in moments. I even got the idea that maybe I should toy with it myself, just to see how she would react.

It was Mom that finally broke the tension and stole my attention away from my manhood.

“So, what exactly happened with Shawn yesterday?” Mom asked and then quickly took a sip from her mug. I glanced over at her to see her eyes focused on me over the lip of the cup and I blushed. “If you don’t want to tell me, it’s okay.”

She tried to give me a way out, which was nice of her, but I didn’t need it.

“Shawn got picked up by two girls at the pool,” I answered.

“Obviously,” Mom rolled her eyes, shifting her position on the swing so she was angled just slightly in my direction. “Care to tell me what really happened?”

“Exactly what I just said,” I smirked remembering seeing the two older women having a lot of fun with Shawn in the water right under everyone’s noses. I was willing to bet I might have been the only one to know exactly what was happening besides Shawn and the women with him. “But ... those two girls might have been at least his mom’s age.”

“Oh really?” Mom asked, looking suddenly intrigued. “He likes older women, does he?”

“It sure seems like it,” I replied, shrugging.

“Does your old mom have a chance, you think?” Mom asked and my jaw hit the floor.

“What!” I asked, floored by her statement.

“I’m just joking, Sam. Relax.” I gave her a ‘I’m not sure I believe you look’ and she started laughing. “I like my men a bit older.”

“Are you sure about that?” I asked, feeling suddenly emboldened for some reason.

“Well—” she stuttered, flustered by my challenge to her statement.

I could see she was trying to figure out what exactly to say in response. I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to lose the upper hand.

“You’re different,” She finally managed to get out and her face as well as her chest were instantly flushed as well as her chest.

I would have to have been blind to not notice how hard her nipples had gotten right then, but I didn’t make a move toward her or even indicate I was thinking about it. I didn’t want to do anything to change the feeling between us.