The cool velvet of her sleep shorts felt fantastic against his hard cock. He slowly pumped his hips up and down rubbing himself against the velvety softness of her shorts covering her firm ass. Thinking of the way they kissed earlier combined with the way she invited him to take off her top left him approaching a climax in less than thirty seconds. He thought briefly of letting his hands wander up from being around her tummy to fondle her tits but decided not to press his luck. He was near to coming anyways.
Three more fast and hard pumps against her backside as she slept, blissfully unaware he assumed of his shenanigans, had his legs quivering as a prelude to a powerful orgasm. He was close, so close in fact, that it only took one more pump of his hips, the hardest yet though, before his cock exploded in a geyser of cum.
He held his breath hoping, praying maybe, she was still asleep. Her steady even breathing seemed to indicate his prayers were being answered.
His raging lust sated, he turned his attention to cleaning up his mess.
Carefully, he rolled away from her. Reaching down to the floor he searched for his discarded tee shirt knowing it was somewhere nearby. After some quick fumbling about in the dark he found it.
He used it to wipe the semen off his shrinking cock before turning his attention to his mom. Reaching out gingerly, he used his fingertips to probe the backside of her shorts searching for any signs of his sticky semen he must have left behind after ejaculating. Finally, he found it. A rather large blob of cum was caked on her shorts in the middle somewhat near the waistband.
He bunched his tee shirt up into a ball meaning to ever so carefully wipe the cum off her shorts as best as possible but then . . . Oh shit she rolled over and onto her back.
He waited a minute or two hoping she might turn back over but when she didn't, like a thief in the night, he stole out of her room and back down to his own room. He could only hope the stain would not be too noticeable on her pink shorts.
He woke up in the morning to the smell of bacon. After washing up, Jimmy wandered tentatively into the kitchen. He was worried about what happened last night; if she had maybe somehow discovered the stain, but after greeting him with a casual smile she seemed relatively normal.
Only relatively normal because usually when she made breakfast for him in the morning she wore a heavy white fuzzy robe showing no justice to her heavenly curves. But ahh today, instead she was wearing a pretty white robe adorned with small red flowers. Better still the robe was both thin and short. Thin enough to be nearly see thru, allowing him to notice how she was naked under it, while being just barely long enough to cover her ass.
He didn't complain about either the robe or the bacon and eggs she prepared for him. Nor did he have an issue when she plopped down across from him to enjoy her yogurt and grapefruit. They made some small talk, while he tried his best to keep his eyes off her chest. He mainly failed.
"Listen hon, I was thinking maybe around noon or so we could go enjoy a picnic."
"A picnic in October? Won't it be a little cold for that, Mother?"
"No, not really. The weather guy on the TV was gushing about how warm it was going to be today. The high is going to be seventy eight which is just shy of the October record for this time of year he said."
"Really, well that sounds OK weather wise but I can't really go to any parks remember . . . the stupid lockdown is effect for us young people."
"I know and that's why we are going to have our picnic out back. We got that big old yard and all that green grass beyond the pool. The yard guys were just out last week to cut the grass. We could hang out there, catch some sun, I'll pack us some sandwiches. We could maybe toss the Frisbee around if you want. I mean, don't you wanna get out of the house even if it's only in your own backyard and only to hang out with your mom?"
"You don't have to give me the hard sell, Mom. I'm there. You said noon right."
"Yes, go back to bed and take another nap so you aren't tired and moody with me. I don't think you slept too well last night. Maybe because I half dragged you into my bed to watch over me huh and you weren't so comfortable sleeping in your mom's bed next to her."
Considering what he did last night—to her—he really wasn't comfortable with this subject so trying to act as casual as possible he kept his reply short and simple, "I slept OK. It was alright sleeping next to you."
"You sure you slept OK, hon," she stood up and leaned over him, allowing him a nice view down her robe while she started to clear the table of the dirty dishes.
"Yeah," he mumbled while trying to avert his eyes.
"Because," she reached out and ran her fingers through his hair, "I felt you squirming around an awful lot especially toward the end of the night when you were snuggled up behind me."
"Yeah, well I tend to move around a lot in my sleep," he remarked while trying to quell the rising panic he was feeling. It was almost as if she was hinting around she knew what he did last night and really wasn't upset about it—which would be fucking amazing, to say the least.
"You do, that is for sure. Anyways . . ." she walked away with their dishes and after dumping them in the sink, she turned back around, "I'm not complaining. I really enjoyed having you snuggled up next to me in the bed last night."
"You did?"
"Certainly and I was thinking maybe we could turn what happened last night into a little Friday night tradition of sorts. You know where you mother takes the night off from work so we can watch a movie with her handsome son while cuddled under a blanket. And, if you want, I could continue to get smashed every Friday night by drinking too much wine where you have to help me off to bed eventually and then maybe sleep next to me to keep me safe and sound. And, of course, just so you don't get all sour on me because you think I am dressing like an old lady every Friday night I will put on something nice . . . just for you."
He got up and stretched before smiling at her. "I think I could get into a tradition like that, Mom. Now I think I am going to take that nap you suggested."
He started to walk out of the kitchen when she hit him with one last surprise dagger—and what a dagger it was!
"Oh one more thing Jimmy before you go."
"Yeah," he said turning around to face her.
She had a serious look on her face. "I have told you about eating on the sofa and how you have to be careful especially when you have that frozen fish you like with your tartar sauce."
"I am careful and it's been awhile since I ate fish out on the sofa anyways."
"Oh well you must have been eating something out there that you spilled."
"Why?" he asked having really no idea what she was talking about . . . yet.
"Because I found a stain on my brand new pink sleep shorts I wore last night. It was on the butt and it looked kind of white and crusty so I figured I must have sat in something . . . you know like tartar sauce maybe." She paused now, giving him a sly smile before continuing with her damning statement, "But if you haven't had any of your fish out there lately . . . hmm, I don't know what it could be?"
Jimmy could feel his face getting hot. He was not much of a liar in the first place, especially to her, so he knew he was in a tight spot here. "I don't know, maybe I did have some fish the other day and I think I might have spilled some . . . you know tartar sauce on the sofa."
"Funny how only now do you remember? Anyways just be careful in the future would you. I mean, I don't mind you making messes and all, that's what boys do." She was smiling again indicating what . . . she knew! "But only if you are honest about the . . . you know, the messes you make." Then came the dagger, "Even the big sticky ones."
"OK, sure Mom," he mumbled before fleeing to his room.
Once inside the safety of his room, he stretched out on his bed and just managed to get a short nap in after he was done berating himself for letting his lust get the better of him last night.
They made it out to the backyard closer to one than noon as he slept a bit longer than he intended. Just as her TV weather guy promised the afternoon was sunny and warm. She was wearing a white blouse over what appeared to some kind of orange top. Her blouse, unfortunately, was nearly buttoned all the way to the top not allowing him much of a glimpse underneath. Matched with her white blouse was a pair of canary yellow capri pants with draw strings. Her outfit was attractive overall but surprisingly conservative considering the way she dressed last night and this morning.
After laying out a large blanket, she arranged their lunch: tuna salad and an apple for her, and chips and a ham sandwich for him. After they ate she pulled the Frisbee out from the picnic basket.
"You wanna get some exercise hon," she said waving the blue Frisbee at him.
"Sure Mom," he replied. They moved to opposite ends of the large backyard and spent the next few minutes tossing the flying disc around. Jimmy was somewhat amazed at how graceful his mom was at tracking down his tosses, errant or otherwise, before remembering she had been a star volley ball player in high school.
After a good half hour or so of tossing the Frisbee around, Alyssa called out to him, "Hey your mom needs a break. It's really getting warm out here don't you think? Can we sit and rest for a minute on the blanket."
After sitting down on the blanket next to each other she started fanning her blouse out from her body.
"Mom do you wanna go inside and maybe turn the A/C on for a few minutes?"
"No actually it's fairly pleasant out here. I would like to take advantage of what might prove to be the last real sunny day of the year and get some sun. I layered my clothes so I just going to get rid of the top layer if you don't mind. That should help cool me off."
"Sure," he replied.
Alyssa, ever the showoff, paused to make sure her son was looking her way. She gave him a warm smile as she stood up and first untied her capri pants before stripping them off. Underneath she was wearing a multi colored string bikini bottom. The strings were a bright orange while the actually bikini bottoms themselves had a white background adorned with little orange and red and yellow flower blossoms. They were unequivocally sexy as all hell.
When she started to unbutton her blouse his world went on tilt. Underneath the blouse that flash of orange he thought he spied earlier turned out to be a form fitting orange tube top with the bottom edge coming down just above her navel. As for the top edge, it looked to be having a fairly hard time containing those tremendous tits of hers.