The day was very strange. We were sitting at the breakfast table, I was eating, but Mom was just sitting there staring into space. I could tell by Moms' eyes that she had been up all night crying. I had been thinking about it too. But, I certainly hadn't cried about it. Images of her working my cock with her mouth still flooded my mind. Every time I thought about it, it made my dick hard. I had masturbated twice already this morning.
"You don't have to be so hard on yourself," I broke the silence. She looked at me, and then shook her head.
"I don't know what came over me," She replied. I smiled at the sexual innuendo that popped into my mind. "Don't even!" Mom snapped, knowing exactly what I was thinking.
"Listen Mom, it was just the weed. That stuff will make you horny, you know?" I justified the situation.
"You don't have to tell me that, it's still no excuse," Mom started to break up again. I quickly reached across the table and grabbed her hand.
"I still love you, and I don't think any less of you Mom," I continued, "Besides, I really enjoyed what we did together."
"That's the worst part about it Son, so did I," She finally broke down and began to cry. I stood up and walked around the table. Embracing her tightly, I kissed the top of her head.
"You shouldn't get so worked up about it Mom," I hugged her tighter. Her body felt so good in my arms, I couldn't help but get aroused. My dick began to swell in my sweats. I didn't bother pull away. I wanted her to feel me against her.
We stayed in our embrace for a few minutes, then finally letting her go. "So are we still going to have this party Saturday?" I asked, changing the subject.
Her tone suddenly lost its worry. "Of course, don't you worry about that," She smiled for the first time. "Speaking of which, I need to make some phone calls."
We went our separate ways. I decided to spend the day in my room playing video games. I could hear Mom calling person after person inviting them to the party. I was changing games, when Mom walked in.
"Well, there'll be about twenty people so far," Mom shot a smile at me. "Aren't you going to call your friends?"
I hadn't been too popular in school. James was one of my only friends, if you could call him a friend anyway. I mostly liked my Moms' co-workers, not only were they hot, but they were wild. I always enjoyed them coming over for drinks.
"No Mom, there's no one I'd really like to invite over,"
"Even James?" She inquired.
"No, were not really that good of friends anymore, since he started dealing drugs and stuff," I explained.
"Gee, you sounded a little different yesterday when I caught you with your bag," Mom waited for a response, to which I had none. "You should save that for the party, I know Debbie and Rachel like to get high,"
Mom left my room. I never knew that Debbie and Rachel got high. I would've smoked with them a long time ago. I continued on with my games. I played the entire day, almost. I took a few breaks for smoking pot. I didn't bother going outside since Mom knew. I was getting anxious about Saturday. The party was going to be great.
Later that night, Mom called me to dinner. "So that's what you look like," Mom joked. "You've been in your room all day, I forgot,"
I smiled, "Yeah, yeah,"
"And smoking pot in the house too, I smell," Mom had little more of a serious tone. I shrunk away from the question as I began to shovel food into my mouth.
"All done decorating?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Yep,"
"Looks great Mom," I complimented.
"Thank you, and could you not smoke pot in the house again," Mom not wavering from the pot subject.
