Loving Moms: Private Eyes CH01 - Sex Stories

Loving Moms: Private Eyes CH01

... school, when I saw Mom cleaning the living room, I blurted out, "Hey, Mom, you want me to give you a hand?"

Mom turned around and smiled. "You're offering to help?"

"Yeah. I am."

"Well, that's a surprise. If you're serious about it, you could fold the clothes from the dryer for me."

"Oh, okay, Mom. I'm on it." But it hit me as I removed the clothes and put them in a basket. I didn't have the knowledge to fold half this shit.

I sat on the sofa while Mom cleaned nearby. A light chuckle filled the air as I attempted to fold the stuff.

"Here, let me show you," she said and sat beside me. Mom folded the clothes, and I pretended to be paying attention. But in reality, I was sneaking glances down her white button-down shirt every time she bent over to pick up an item.

I could feel my dick hardening. My mind went to a wicked place when I noticed she was braless. Glaring at her chest, I caught a glimpse of her large, light pink areolas.

"So, Travis, have you got a girlfriend?" Her words shook me out of my lustful state.

"Huh?" I said.

Mom giggled, "I said have you got a girlfriend?"

"Um... No. I don't. At least not yet."

"My God, honey, why not? You're not shy, are you?"

"Kind of, I guess. It's just. Well, I kind of have this thing for an older woman."

Mom froze and then said, "Does this older woman have a name?"

"Yeah, but I'd like to keep it to myself."

Mom started folding the clothes once more, then she replied, "I won't pry, ...

... then. But try to date some girls your age before trying to sweet talk an older woman."

"Okay, I'll try, but they can't hold a candle to her."

Mom smirked and said, "Sounds like you got the hots for this woman."

I don't know why, but I felt compelled to put my hand on her knee and replied, "I do, Mom. I do."

Mom once again stopped folding the clothes, looked at me, and said, "Okay, I showed you how to do this enough now. I'll let you finish the rest." With that, she stood up and walked out of the room.

Shit, I think I just fucked up.

I finished folding the clothes and set them back in the basket. Then, I found Mom standing by the stove cooking and said, "I finished, Mom. Do you need help with anything else?"

"No," she replied, never raising her head. "I can handle the rest."

It was obvious my actions earlier had a negative effect, so I tried to see if I could change it and replied, "You sure, Mom? I don't mind."

"Thanks, but I'm good, honey. Supper will be ready shortly."

I walked away, a little depressed. Mom even seemed a little distracted at the dinner table, and I tried to think of a way I could fix what I fucked up. But nothing came to mind. I realized it would take some time to get back on her good side again.

So time is what I gave her, and I felt I was winning her back little by little. She even went as far as letting me help her more around the house. To be truthful, I enjoyed it—especially when she let me dry the dishes as she washed ...