The next morning, I woke up expecting my mom to be by my bedside. With her apologizing to me for yelling at me. Something she always did after we had a fight.
Instead, I heard the sound of water running somewhere in the house and realized that mom must be taking a shower. Sexually charged thoughts entered my mind as I got out of bed.
After I left my bedroom, I noticed that mom's bedroom door was left open slightly. When I got closer to her door, I could hear her shower running full blast. In between the running water, I could hear her humming to herself.
I decided to silently push open her door and peek inside. Facing the bedroom door was mom's queen sized bed. On the left side of her bed was her nightstand. My brain began showing me images of mom on her back as some asshole thrusted his big cock inside her. Her bell-shaped breasts swayed with each thrust he made. Her hands held onto his arms as she stared into his eyes, as her bed creaked steadily under their combined movements. Hearing her breathy moans in my head as he fucked her.
I shook my head free from those thoughts. After all, mom promised me that she'd never let anything like that happen again. Yet... I couldn't help but think about it. What if she likes guys like that? Guys, who are assholes?
I heard her shower turn off and the sounds of her getting out. Still humming to herself.
I then crept away from her bedroom door, just as she exited the bathroom, towel wrapped around her body and hair. Oh, how I wished to be that towel wrapped around her. I then entered my bedroom just as she closed her bedroom door and began to get dressed.
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I sat on my bed when I heard her knock on my bedroom door a short while later.
"Paul, honey, you up yet?" she asked.
I cracked open my door a bit to look at her. Showing her that I was indeed up and fully dressed.
"May I come in?" she then asked.
I opened my bedroom door and ushered her inside. She then walks in and sits on the corner of my bed. Both of us looked at each other in silence before mom sighed.
"Look... about last night," she began, "I'm sorry I yelled at you, sweetie."
"It's alright, mom," I said, reassuring her, "It's my fault for not really explaining what I meant.
I then sat next to her on my bed. Our hips practically touching.
"I just worry about you is all," I continued, leaning my head on her shoulder, "I hate the way guys look at you. Especially Henri."
She pats my head.
"I appreciate you looking out for me, sweetie." mom said, "Just like your father."
She then kisses my forehead before standing up. Then, she checks her phone.
"I have to go finish some final documents at my workplace," mom stated afterward, "will you be okay on your own for a bit, or would you like to come with me?"
I shook my head
"I'll be fine here, mom," I said.
She gave me a warm motherly smile and left my bedroom. I stared at her heart-shaped ass swaying as it disappeared from view.
"Maybe I'll surprise mom by unpacking all the boxes in our living room," I told myself.
I had just heard the front door close behind her when I heard the sound of two people talking outside. I peered out my window and saw that it was Henri, who was chatting with mom on our driveway.
I heard him asking mom where she was going. Mom replied that she was heading to her new workplace to finish some last-minute documents. He then asked what her job was. Mom told him that she was a dentist. She asked him if he had a part-time job. Henri said he worked with his dad at his deli shop. Telling mom afterward that their slices are the biggest around. To which mom laughed and said she'd like to try something from their deli sometime.
She then got into her Dodge Journey and pulled out of the driveway. Henri watched her leave before looking back at our house. He locked eyes with me before he casually went back to his property and disappeared behind a tall fence.
I was on edge the whole time I started putting stuff away in the living room. Alert to very little noise. I knew he was trying to do something. But what?
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Thirty minutes later, I received a text message from mom telling me that she's on her way back and was picking something up for lunch.
Suddenly, I heard a rattling sound coming from somewhere in the house. I followed the sound, trying to pinpoint its location.
When I stood in front of mom's bedroom, the sound was more apparent. As I opened her bedroom door, I saw Henri opening her window and climb into her room. Looking around as if searching for something. At one point, I saw him bend down and pick up mom's negligee. Then, he held it up to his nose and inhaled her scent deeply from it.
Having seen enouh, I burst into her room.
"GET THE FUCK OUT!" I yelled.
He wasn't fazed by my outburst and continued looking around her room. Before stopping at her dresser and looked at me.
"Your mom has so many things," he said, "surely she'll not notice a pair of underwear missing from her room, right?"
He then reached into her dresser and pulled out a pair of mom's black lacey thongs.
"Oh, so your mom likes this type of underwear then?" he then chuckled, "I never would have guessed."
Henri then pocketed his prize and noticed mom's laptop. He then sat on her bed and began looking through it.
I watched him pull up nude pictures of mom. Photos I thought she got rid of after she ended things with Adam. Yet... here they are. Stored on her laptop. Then he pulled up a video of mom pleasuring herself. Her little daintly little manicured fingers rubbed her swollen clitoris as she brought herself to orgasm.
Henri became fully obsorbed in the video and unzipped his shorts. Then he pulled out his cock and used mom's panties as he began jerking off. Timing his grunts with mom's moans on the video. It was like he completely forgot I was standing behind him in mom's open doorway. Watching him masturbate to the video of mom masturbating on camera.
Just then, I heard the front door open, and mom announce that she's home with lunch. Panick filled Henri's eyes as he quickly zipped up his shorts and tried to close the video. Only to increase the volume of her loud orgasm and the squishy sounds of her pussy becoming wet in the process.
"What's that sound?" mom called from the dining room, "Paul, you better not be watching porn!"
Why would she assume me? I hardly ever touch that stuff. Besides, it's Henri doing it, not me.
When mom said that, Henri punched me in the gut and jumped out her window. I fell backward, landed on my ass and groaned as mom came running down the hallway. She saw me sprawled outside her bedroom door and... a video of her moaning loudly as she made herself cum hard on video.
The look on mom's face was pure disgust and shock, as she stormed into her bedroom and closed the video. She then rounded on me.
"THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PAUL?" mom shouted.
"WHY WERE YOU WATCHING SOMETHING LIKE THAT ON MY LAPTOP?" she repeated as she held me up, "FUCKING ANSWER ME DAMNIT!"
"WHY THE HELL WERE YOU IN MY ROOM TO BEGIN WITH?" mom asked, "WATCHING SOMETHING LIKE THAT ON MY LAPTOP? ON MY BED EVEN! LIKE I REALLY WANT YOUR... DISCHARGE STAINING MY CLEAN SHEETS!"
She then slaps my face before marching me to my room.
"I'm so fucking disgusted with you right now!" she then slams my door shut and storms off to her room, "Fucking disgusted Paul!"
I then heard her slamming her dresser shut as I figured she was hiding her laptop now.
She then slammed her door shut and went back to the living room, where she sat down on the couch and sighed heavily.
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I blame Henri for this situation. If it wasn't for him, I'd be out in the living room eating whatever mom brought back home and watching tv with her. Instead, here I was in my room, while mom ate by herself. Totally pissed off at me for something I didn't even do.