A mother and son’s love blossoms

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Mark arrived home about thirty minutes before his mom was due. Usually he got home closer to an hour before her but having to stop at the bank to deposit his paycheck and keep out enough money for their date had eaten up some time. Having only one bathroom caused problems sometimes and wanting to be ready before she got home he quickly showered and changed into a pale denim shirt and his favorite button-fly Levi’s.

Lauren walked through the front door a few minutes later and saw her son sitting on the couch already dressed for their night on the town. Her heart swelled with pride knowing that he had grown up to be such a responsible young man. So much like his father, she thought to herself.

“Hey honey, how was your day?” she asked as she placed her purse on the coffee table.

“It was Tire…some,” he replied with a grin.

“Clever,” she chuckled, even though he’d used that pun before.

“Yeah, I know. I need to come up with something new huh?” he responded.

“While you think about it, I’ll go get ready. Don’t want to miss the beginning of the movie,” she said, then headed toward her bedroom.

After she left Mark thought of something he needed to ask her, so he walked down to her room and found her door partly open. Without thinking he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

“Mom, I was wondering which movie you want…” his voice trailing off as he stared at the vision before him.

Lauren had just let her dress fall to the floor when she was startled by his entrance into her room. Spinning around to face him she stuttered out a squawk of surprise.

“God, I’m sorry, Mom,” he stammered out before making a hasty retreat back to the front room, leaving her standing there staring at the open door.

Shakely he sat back down on the couch; the image of her near nude body burned deeply into the recesses of his mind. He replayed what he had seen. She had been standing there wearing only a frilly cupped white bra and her flesh-colored pantyhose. He hadn’t been able to see much of her breast, just the smooth white skin above her bra, but below he once again saw she wore no panties, leaving her pubic hair on full display. The stirring of his cock filled him with disgust but did not stop him from reliving the scene over and over in his head. The sound of the shower starting snapped him out of his reverie and by the time the shower stopped he had his cock under control. Once she appeared he jumped to his feet and began to stammer another apology, but she stopped him.

“Don’t worry about it sweetie, it was my fault for not shutting the door all the way. So, shall we head out?”

Weakly he replied, “Sure.”

Being a small town didn’t afford very many options for dining out, so they settled for Dottie’s Fine Dining. While they were checking out the menus a shadow fell across the table. When they looked up Lauren smiled warmly, while Mark almost had a stroke. Standing there was Amy Fowler, a huge smile plastered on her face.

“Hi Lauren, it’s so nice to see you out and about,” she said, before shifting her gaze to Mark. “And you too, Mark.”

“Hi,” he managed to croak out.

His mother had no problem speaking.

“Hey Amy, it’s good to see you too,” she cheerfully said.

“You two know each other?” Amy inquired, her eyes lingering on Mark long enough to make him uncomfortable.

“This is my son,” Lauren happily replied.

“I knew you had a son, but I didn’t know it was Mark here,” came Amy’s response.

“You know my son?” Lauren asked.

“Why yes. We met at the tire shop,” Amy confided, much to Mark’s relief.

To change the subject he asked, “And how do you two know each other?”

“Oh, your Mom and I both work for the school,” Amy answered.

“Amy is one of the student guidance counselors,” Lauren clarified.

“I see,” he nonchalantly replied, realizing how little he knew about Amy.

Amy and Lauren chatted for a few minutes more before Amy said she had to get back to her table. Mark’s eyes followed her progress until she sat at a table occupied by an older couple.

“So how long have you known Mrs. Fowler?” his mom asked.

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