I finished the last question and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. My last final of the semester finished. I didn't even care how I did, I was just so relieved this week of hell was over. All that was left to do was head back to my apartment, grab my heaping laundry hamper and my laptop and head home for the winter break. I opted not to take the three week class term this year, which meant I had six glorious weeks to sit on the couch at home with my mom to do all my laundry and cook all my food.
My sister was still in high school but she was taking this winter break to do some Habitat for Humanity work down south to pad her college applications, so she would already be gone when I got home and she wouldn't be back for two weeks. My dad had been sent to India by his company to train people to do his job there and wouldn't be back for three weeks.
The house would be nice and quiet with no one there for my mom to wait on except me. I had a strict schedule of sleeping in, playing Fallout 4 and jacking off the entire six weeks. I would likely have to spend a good amount of time on the phone with my girlfriend, Andie, too. I figured I could do that at the same time as most of my other plans though. Andie and I had started living together this year. It just made sense to get an apartment together when we moved out of the dorms. It was awesome at first, we fucked two or three times a day for the first couple weeks. Lately though, we hadn't even seen much of each other. I figured it was mostly because of studying for finals.
The drive home was uneventful but cold and I had to pass through a few snow flurries, but nothing that slowed me down. It was about 6 when I pulled into the driveway. I loaded my arms with all my shit, so I didn't have to make another trip out here and then hoisted it through the door.
"Mom! I'm home!" I bellowed at the silent house. A couple more seconds passed before I saw my mom padding down the stairs and over to me with a wide grin and her arms out.
"Eric!" She folded me up in a firm hug. She even hummed and rocked a bit. I squeezed her back, smiling. My mom and I had always gotten along really well. It was always me and Mom doing our thing while Dad and Elise did their thing. Mom was always more impulsive and sarcastic like me while Dad and Elise were more focused and disciplined.
"Jeez Mom," I teased as she broke the hug, "you couldn't even put on a bra for your only son's homecoming?"
"Hey! I have been alone in this house for a day and a half now, you are lucky I'm wearing anything at all!" I laughed and followed her into the living room. There was a pile of clothes on the sofa and she started to fold them as we talked. "Here," she said. "I know you expect me to wait on you hand and foot for the next month and a half, but you can at least help me fold."
I got up and stood next to her, pulling garments out of the heap and folding them. When we were down to a few towels, she handed me a stack and said, "These go to your sister's room. Just put them on the bed, she can put them away when she gets home. She has a system, she doesn't want me to put her clothes away anymore."
"What?" I said, incredulous. "She doesn't want you to put her clothes away? She is that anal?" Mom shrugged and I rolled my eyes as I carried the stack up the stairs. I opened my sister's door and walked in. I put the clothes down on the bed, but looked around curiously before heading out. I was half curious about what my sister was into these days and half tempted to mess with her shit so she had a panic attack when she got home. She had taken her computer with her. Damn, that would have been the perfect way to mess with her. So I idly opened a few drawers. Especially the one that was the panty drawer for every female everywhere. Her bras were all neatly stacked, each cup nestled in the cup of the one behind like they were at Victoria's Secret when I went there to buy Andie's birthday present. So of course I ruffled them up before closing the drawer.
The panty drawer did take me by surprise though. One half were cotton panties in bright colors and funny patterns, but the other half was filled with lace and thongs and satin. All the sexy stuff you only wear when someone can see it. Shit, there was even a garter belt and some of those old-fashioned stockings with the seam up the back like Betty Paige or some shit. Shocked, I picked up one of the lacy thongs and saw a roll of condoms and a little vibrating bullet tucked underneath. I just stood there, mouth open and lacy thong still in hand when I heard my mom's voice from the doorway.
"What. Are. You. Doing?" She said sharply. I jumped and looked over at her, still in shock.
"Do you know what's in this drawer?" I said, trying to shift the attention off my invasion of privacy to what my sister was trying to keep private.
"Yes." She crossed the room and pushed the drawer closed in front of me. "I do know what's in there because I went shopping with her and bought these for her." The expression on my face must have been good because she sighed and explained. "Look, for once she came to me for advice on something instead of to her dad, and maybe I went a bit... overboard, but I wanted to be as open as possible so she knew she could always come to me with questions about sex."
"You gave your daughter in high school sex advice?" I asked, still trying to picture the scene and failing.
Then she smiled, "Oh, Honey. Sex has not changed in the last 20 years. Trust me."
"I never went to Dad for sex advice!" She barked a laugh.
"For Andie's sake, I certainly hope not! It took me ten years trying to train that man in the sack before I finally gave up! No, if you want sex advice kiddo, you come to me OK?"
