The next day, mum tried to act normally around the house but it was obvious that something was on her mind. She tried to keep herself busy in the morning, mainly by doing a complete overhaul of her bedroom’s bedding.
As for me, I spent the day trying to call and text Christine to no avail. She’s giving me the silent treatment.
I was lounging in the living room at about noon, when mum came down the stairs, dressed in casual teal chiffon blouse and white skirt. “Barry, I’m going out to lunch with friends. Can you settle lunch yourself?” She asked.
“Sure mummy,” I replied. My gaze unconsciously noted the alluring flair in her shapely hips before I caught myself and looked away. Oh crap. After last night, I’m probably never going to be able to look at mum the same way again.
“What’s wrong?” Mum asked. She descended the stairs and stepped in front of me, bending over to stroke my hair, lowering the front of her modest-cut top before my eyes. Oh wow, her milky white cleavage was visible. She was just as blessed as Christine in the front bumper department.
“Aww mummm, I’m alright, you’re embarassing me.” I said, tearing my eyes away from her cleavage.
Mum giggled and ruffled my hair a little bit before heading for the door. Her lingering perfume was the last straw. It gave rise to a prominent bulge in front of my shorts. I quickly pulled a sofa pillow onto my lap.
She slipped into her heels and opened the door but stopped on her way out and looked back at me. “Barry-ah, you still haven’t told me what your plans are for this break.”
Making love to one of your best friends day and night mum, I thought in my head. “Er, what do you mean. I’m going to take it easy lah. Holiday what," I replied quickly.
Mum frowned a little. “You should do something productive,” she said.
Like reproduction, I thought.
“You know, Christine was telling me the other day that she wanted Tommy to look for a job. You boys should keep busy or you will start thinking wrongly. Why don’t you two look for a job together?” Mum asked.
At that moment, the image of my sweet, innocent mum on her knees doing a "job" on Tommy and me flashed in my mind. Since mum couldn’t look over the couch from the door, I started pounding my fist on the pillow on my lap to punish my dick for these wayward thoughts.
“O-okay mum...” I replied weakly. “I’ll think about it.”
Mum flashed me a smile and closed the door behind her. After a while I heard our BMW chirp as she unlocked it.
Walau, this is bad. My perspective on mum has completely shifted.
I pulled out my phone and fired off a text to Tommy. “What are you up to?” I asked.
“Same old, same old,” he replied.
“Your mum not answering my calls,” I texted.
“Maybe because my dad’s home. It’s his day off.”
“Oh. How’s your mum doing?”
There was a lag in Tommy’s response. His reply came a full five minutes later. “Okay I guess. She’s doting on my Dad the whole morning. I guess you really supercharged my parent’s marriage.”
“WTF? Your Dad’s reaping the benefits of my work?”
“Yeah... Look dude. It’s really uncomfortable for me to discuss my mum with you. I’m trying not to think about you and her. It’s just so weird.”
“Same here. I guess we didn’t think this through huh? You think we should cool it off?”
“I’d rather we just each do our own thing and not discuss details,” Tommy replied.
“Fine. Wanna meet for lunch?” I asked.
“Can’t. I got a date.”
“Huh? With who?”
“A special lady.”
I stared at my phone in confusion for a moment. Something clicked at the back of my mind and I continued texting Tommy. “Is your mum heading out to meet my mum for lunch?”
“Nope...” Tommy replied with a trollface emoji.
