It was a typical Tuesday morning in the Hannity household. As she always did Melanie Hannity had made breakfast for her husband, Alan and their son Danny – this year Alan and Melanie's daughter had left for college so the family was just the three of them. Danny was now a senior in high school, a good kid, a four year letterman in wrestling who dated the beautiful daughter of the Hannity's long time neighbor's the Blanchards. Fred Blanchard and Alan, the fathers of the two families, worked together and were best friends, and it had long been assumed that Danny and Heather would one day be married.
This morning everyone was in a good mood, Danny's classes were winding down and since it was his senior year, school was now more of a social life than an academic obligation. The family sat around the kitchen table, where Melanie and Danny discussed their upcoming days and Alan read the newspaper.
"Oh, by the way," Alan said absently, " You might want to call the plumber again, the bathtub drain is very slow again."
"I should have married a bald man," Melanie laughed lightly as she ran her hands through Alan's thick head of hair. Alan hated to have his hair touched, as he spent a long time in the morning getting just so. He jerked his head away a little too violently. Danny noticed the action, but said nothing. After breakfast Danny and Alan kissed Melanie goodbye and left for school and work respectively.
Melanie thought about calling the plumber, but decided that she would try a store bought de-clogger first and went upstairs get ready for the day, she needed to take a shower. She looked at her bathtub with dismay and decided that instead of standing in ankle deep water in her own shower she would use the kid's bathroom. She undressed, threw her bathrobe on, and headed down the hall.
Once inside the bathroom she took her robe off and climbed, naked, on to the scale. She smiled to herself when she saw she was down to 135, a perfectly respectable weight for a 41-year-old mother of two. Melanie glanced at herself in the mirror and was happy with what she saw, she was still a very beautiful woman – 5'6 with large, but firm breasts, her hair was a rich, dark brown, with still no signs of gray. Her skin was almost olive and her eyes looked black and sparked like gems, her teeth were white and straight – a natural beauty.
"Hmm, looks like I could use a little trim," Melanie thought to her self as she ran her fingers through the pubic hair surrounding her pussy. When she touched herself there, she gave herself a little charge – it had been too long, she thought to herself, since Alan and she had made love. It bothered her that she and her husband didn't have sex all that often anymore, but she figured it was just part of being married for 20 years. She wondered sometimes what it was like for other couples, but since she had lost her virginity to her husband, and had never cheated on him, she had no idea.
As Melanie was upstairs pondering these thoughts, her son Danny had come back in to the house. Half way to school he had realized he had forgotten a book he was supposed to return, so he turned around and went home. When he came through the door Danny realized and he had to pee, so he bounded upstairs and headed for the bathroom. It didn't register with him that the door was closed, and with out a thought Danny opened it and walked right in on his naked mother.
Melanie, who was standing next to the sink, trimming her bush, gasped when she saw Danny, in shock she dropped the scissors she was using and they clattered noisily in to the sink. Danny too was stunned, he had always thought of his mother as beautiful, but up until this moment he had never realized how gorgeous she was. Her tits were so much bigger and heavier than his girlfriend Heather's, and her body was toned and dark. But what really caught his attention was her beautiful pussy, lush and dark, it looked spectacular, especially with Melanie standing there exposed with her fingers buried in the dark patch.
For a long moment neither of them moved, finally Melanie gathered her wits and turned to look for her robe, which she soon realized, was on the door behind Danny. Since there was nothing to cover herself with, she tried to use her hands, but her tits were far to big and the pose she struck ended up looking more erotic than coy. Danny for his part stood stock-still and continued to stare – neither of them said a word. Finally Melanie broke the silence.
"Danny, get out of here," she cried. Danny stood like a statue for a few moments until Melanie repeated his name, finally he snapped out of his daze and apologizing left the bathroom. As he left Melanie noticed the enormous hard-on that had sprung up in his pants. "How big is he?" Melanie thought to herself, before shaking her head to rid herself of such a lewd thought about her son.
Outside the bathroom Danny was shaking, he ran to his room, grabbed the book and bolted out the house. His mind was reeling from what he had just seen, and how it made him feel.
That night at dinner Danny and his mom barely spoke or looked at each other. Melanie felt the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife, but to her amazement her husband didn't seem to notice. After dinner, Danny said he was tired and was going up to his room to do homework and to turn in early. Melanie was relieved, she thought maybe after a night's sleep things would start getting back to normal.
At breakfast the next morning things did indeed seem to be returning to normal, Danny was his old chipper self – now not only was he talking to Melanie, but when he spoke to her he made direct eye contact. Just as Alan was about to leave for work, Danny pulled his mom aside and said he needed to talk to her. Melanie nodded in agreement and Danny stayed behind as Alan left for work. Once they were alone Danny asked his mom to sit down with him.
"Are we going to talk about yesterday? I'm very sorry about that," Melanie said.
