I've always been a heavy sleeper. I suppose no one enjoys waking up early but I've always felt terrible when I can't get enough sleep. It didn't help that my mother and sister always woke me up early even on weekends just cause they didn't want me "sleeping all day".
It's always been just been just the three of us so I guess I can understand that maybe they wanted me around for family activities but it was making me really annoyed. So I figured out a way to get away with sleeping in. Being the only one handy with a computer in the household helped.
After some late night research I figured out how to edit a Wikipedia entry with some professional sounding bullshit, making it look like I had a rare condition that made me a very heavy sleeper, and that waking up someone with said condition too early could be harmful to their health. I faked some of the "symptoms" for a few weeks and then showed mom the article. I told her the school nurse had tipped me off on the rare condition, and while it wasn't all that dangerous it was proof that I should be left to sleep as long as I wanted when possible. She bought it all, hook, line and sinker. I felt pretty proud of myself after that particular con, and it paid off by finally being able to sleep undisturbed on weekends.
Over the years the lie became my go to excuse for avoiding early mornings. I only took work that started later in the day and took evening classes on a community collage. It all fit me very well.
By the time I was 20 I was still living at home and taking courses on that community collage. Most guys would at least be thinking of moving out by then but it worked well and apartments were expensive. Besides, my mom and sis liked having me around.
**
It began as just a regular Sunday. I woke up, put on some clothes and walked down to the kitchen. Mom was doing some laundry, and walked through with a basket of it while I was eating my cereal.
"Good morning sleepyhead." She smiled at me.
"Morning Mom. You know, I
can
do my own laundry. You don't have to."
"That's okay honey. I don't mind taking care of you a little."
"I'd be more than happy to help Mom. I'm not a kid anymore." She smiled at me.
"I know honey. You can help me out later."
I resumed eating my breakfast, but as she was walking out of the kitchen I couldn't help gazing at her ass. My mother was young when I was born, and it hadn't escaped my notice that she was still in very good shape. Mom was blonde, tall, with shapely C-cup size breasts and was, frankly, hot as hell. It sure didn't help the way she filled those jeans out either. So yea, I looked. But that was it, I wasn't gonna cross that line.
If anything I just wished she'd find someone new already. The last guy left years ago. I couldn't figure out why she couldn't find someone nice. Every guy so far had left her or turned out to be a cheating asshole.
**
That evening my sister was over at a friends house, so it was only me and mom. We had dinner and then retreated to the living room to watch some TV. One of our favorite comedy shows were on and we both sat ourselves on the couch to enjoy it. Mom decided to relax and drink some white wine, and while I wasn't quite 21 yet I joined her for one glass. Mom worked the late shift so it had become a bit of a habit of hers to enjoy a glass or two on Sundays.
It was a nice relaxed evening. We shared some laughs and just lounged in front of the TV. There was a movie on after which looked kind of interesting, some crime/thriller type film. So we both stayed and watched. Sis came home halfway through and found us upstairs glued to the screen trying to keep up with the plot.
"Hi Mom." My sister took after her mom's good looks, except she was shorter and more petite in general. She looked tired.
"Hi honey. You had a good time at Sarah's?"
"Mhhm, we didn't do much but yea."
"That's good honey." She didn't take her eyes of the TV. The guy was just being chased and trying to escape with the suitcase. My sister eyed us suspiciously.
"Sooo, you watching anything good?"
"Mhmm..." Mom answered. Sis didn't really appreciate action packed movies, it was one of her biggest flaws. She looked doubtfully at the chase and decided against staying.
"Well, that looks great but I think I'm gonna go get some sleep. Night Mom, night Bro."
"Sounds good sweetie." Mom said, obviously distracted. Sis rolled her eyes at me and mouthed "night" at me. I gave her a smile and mouthed back the same.
It was a good movie, but a long one. Sis probably fell asleep in her room but mom and I kept at it. The only problem was the sex scene that showed up near the end. Somehow I always seem to forget how embarrassing that can be when you're watching with family, but usually it's not that big a problem.
This one scene however was quite raunchy and explicit. To make it worse the characters were a young man and an older blonde woman. I suddenly became very aware of just how close mom and I were sitting. It was one of those embarrassing moments that seem to last forever, the movie going into excruciating detail. I couldn't deny that the scene was very hot though. Even trying to focus elsewhere I couldn't help but notice how much they resembled mom and me. Being young and horny I felt myself getting hard as soon as the thought hit me. My face must have gone beet red as I tried to hide my erection and I carefully glanced over at mom hoping she hadn't noticed. She hadn't that I could tell.
She was staring straight ahead trying hard to look normal. To my surprise her face was a few shades more scarlet as well. She was looking... affected, by the scene. Her breathing was uneven and she was angled slightly away from me. I guess it wasn't so strange that she could get worked up as well but it was shocking to me then, to see that side of her.
Anyway, we made it through the sex scene and "cooled down" for a bit before we both managed to relax again. We finished the movie and things were back to our normal routine. We shared comments about the dumb mistakes the villain had made and pointed out some dumb plot holes before leaving to prepare for the night.
That sex scene was stuck in my mind though. I couldn't help replaying it in my head and thinking of mom sitting beside me on that sofa, her face as she was trying to hide the effect it was having on her. That got me really hard and I figured "fuck it", I just had to take care of it right then and there. Normally I'd stay up, check my phone, Facebook, maybe play some video games but this time I threw my clothes off and jumped on to the bed. I didn't even bother getting beneath the sheets as I tended to my erection.
I guess I should have figured that was a dumb move, but I wasn't thinking with the right head at the moment. I was laying there trying to convince myself that it was the woman on the screen I was thinking of and that I shouldn't be feeling so guilty when the door suddenly opened.
"John? I'll prepare dinner for you two tomorrow is there anything you..." She stopped suddenly as she realized what she had walked in on. For long seconds I lay there, stunned, and mom stared at my erection. Now, I wasn't exactly huge but at well over the average length and decent thickness I was proud of what I had. And it was as large as it could be right then. By her reaction, perhaps it was bigger than the last guy's at least.
"I... tha..." Her eyes remained focused on my dick. Another second passed before I sprung to action and quickly grabbed the bed sheet and, in a rolling motion, wrapped myself in it. Mom seemed to realize then what she was doing and went several magnitudes redder in her face then she had been before.
