That night with Mom
From Torg Adventure
Dinner was an interesting time. I came down and helped set the table. I could smell pork chops in the oven. My mother kept looking at me as she made salad and microwaved green beans. My sisters chatted like nothing was going on, which for them was probably true. I caught my mother's gaze every time she looked and I winked. Every time, she blushed and looked away, but was back to peeking at me a few minutes later.
I decided that ignoring her was the best bet -- give her more time to think about what's coming, so I talked with the girls after I finished the table. Mom put plates in front of all of us. Dinner was delicious, with baked potatoes in addition to the pork chops, salad, and beans. Dinner went well, with pleasant small talk all around. The girls were particularly bubbly and cute, talking about some cute boys they've met and the shopping they want to do.
Soon, dinner was over, the girls helped Mom clean the dishes, and then left for their sleepover. Now there's a misnomer -- the sleepover where not much sleep happens. I thought that I'd like to crash their sleepover some day. Then we'd see how little sleep they got.
Mother and I gazed at each other after they were gone. She was anxious, but I could tell she was also turned on by the pips of her nipples and her slightly flushed complexion.
"Mom, why don't you have some wine. That will make you less nervous," I said.
She smiled weakly at me and said, "That's not a bad idea. You too?"
"Sure, I'll drink a glass."
She took a bottle from the cupboard, along with a couple of glasses. I realized watching her, how ritualistic opening a bottle of wine is. First, she opened the knife side of the opener and cut the foil off. She rotated the bottle with precision, then pulled the foil off. Then she held the bottle steady as she twisted the corkscrew in, again with exacting moves. When she used the lever to pry the cork out, Mom had a firm grip and rather a bit of strength. The squeak of the cork sliding out of the neck and the pop at the end are just icing on the cake. She poured two glasses of red wine and left them on the counter.
"They need to breathe for a few minutes. I'm going to get dressed and by the time I'm done, we can drink. It'll only take me ten minutes or so," she said. "I don't think you'll mind the wait." She smirked at me.
She left the kitchen as I watched her ass. Once she was upstairs, I headed to my room and watched the videos that had been taping. I found a section where Beth and Becky were getting ready for their overnight. At one point, Becky left the room, probably to go to the bathroom, and Beth laid down and jilled off. The sounds of her orgasm were delicious.
I shut off the machine, grabbed the strongbox, taking the first half dozen photos out of the package. I returned the strongbox to a new location, inside the heating duct. Then I headed back to the kitchen. About a minute later, Mom walked into the kitchen. I gaped at her.
What is your mom wearing?
