I loved lazy Sunday mornings. Given the electronic age, I considered stopping the Sunday paper delivery. But there was something about the tradition. I was now at the kitchen table with the paper spread out all over. I already read the majority of sections and was now browsing through the ads. As I did so, I was sipping on my 2nd cup of coffee considering how late Tom and I kept fucking each other.
I heard a knock on the front door and then it opened. It startled me because it was only 10:00 AM and there’s no way Tom would be back yet.
“It’s me,” I heard Brian yell from the other room.
A shiver went through my body and stopped right between my legs. At the same time a smile overtook my face and I actually started shaking from nervousness. I set the paper down and stood up right away. I looked at myself and realized what I was wearing.
“Damn!” I thought to myself. What else could I do but accept what I was wearing. Oh well, at least my tits looked good in this nightgown.
I went into the family room as he was coming across to greet me. His eyes confirmed the confidence I had about my tits. His eyes didn’t leave my cleavage the entire time he walked across the room.
He had a long sleeve button shirt on, and tight casual jeans. The shirt was just tight enough to continue to show his muscles. He really did have a great body. I continued to feel the excitement between my legs and now was worried about how I looked.
“Dad around?” He asked as he approached me and kissed me on the cheek.
“He went golfing,” I managed to sputter as his kiss sent chills down my spine.
“Crap. I was going to change the plugs on the Camry and I know he’s done it before.”
“I’m sorry, honey,” I responded in a normal motherly tone. “Did he know you were coming?”
“No, and I can pretty much do it myself. I’ll just grab his tools and maybe even just do it here.”
“Okay, can I make you some breakfast before hand?” I asked hoping to spend more time with him.
“You don’t need to go to any trouble,” he tried to convince me.
“It’s not any trouble at all. I was thinking about scrambling some eggs for myself so it’s just a few more.”
“Okay,” he obliged, “but only if you are having some as well.”
“I am,” I reassured him as I motioned him towards the kitchen, “you want some coffee?”
“Definitely!” He told me with conviction.
“Oh yeah,” I started with a grin,” how was the party you two went to last night?”
“It was okay. We did meet a couple that we got along with. It was late before we knew it.”
“You drink a lot?” I asked him even though I knew the answer.
“No, not really. Mainly I’m just tired because we were up so late. Not to mention Sherry and I stayed up late after we got home.”
His admission about staying up late made me think that he and his wife Sherry had the same type of rekindled lovemaking session the Tom and I had last night. I also hoped that Brian spent some of the time fantasizing about me and my Catwoman costume. Particularly since he had no idea who she was other than some hot older woman in a mask.
“Nothing special for you guys last night?” He asked me for confirmation of my story last night.
“No, just TV. Quite a few trick-or-treaters early in the evening.” It didn’t take much to convince him that his mom and dad had a boring night.
I poured his coffee and handed it to him at the table. He already made himself comfortable and was reading the comics. I got out the glass bowl and after pulling out the carton I was cracking eggs in no time.
“How many eggs?” I asked after already cracking three.
“Scrambled?” He looked at me for confirmation, “three is fine,” he answered after I nodded yes.
I began the ritual of scrambling six eggs. I thought about only five but realized I was rather hungry. As they started to solidify I turned to ask him what Sherry was doing today. He wasn’t at the table. At first I wondered but then realized he probably was going to the bathroom.
As the eggs continued to cook, so did my thoughts. I wondered if there was ever a way that Brian and I could actually be lovers. Tom and I discussed it, and he was okay with the idea. It was so wonderful how open we were with each other. He admitted that part of the willingness was that it would give him the opportunity to continue to fuck Brian’s wife Sherry. Yet Tom sleeping with his daughter-in law didn’t quite live up to the same shocking concept as me fucking my own son.
What I didn’t realize was how close it was to once again becoming a reality.
**
I swallowed another bite when I realized something was wrong. I looked at my plate and was halfway through. At the other side of the table was Brian’s plate, and yet Brian had not yet returned.
I started to wonder if maybe they did drink a little too much and perhaps he was feeling sick. I set my fork down and decided I’d check really quick. As I exited the kitchen and looked down the hallway my job dropped. I started to shake. It suddenly dawned on me where Brian was.
As I looked down the hall, the bathroom door was open and the light was off. The problem was, the doorway right before that was open and the light was on. It was my master bedroom. I had turned the light off when I left this morning. I suddenly realized that Brian had to pass my room as he was walking to the restroom. Now I regretted not taking a few seconds to pick up our costumes off of my bedroom floor.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe for some reason he decided to use my master bath and didn’t notice the costumes. Yet I knew better. I still was shaking. I began the long walk down the hallway. It was only five feet, yet one of the longest marches I’ve made in my life.
As I approached the doorway, Brian sat at the foot of my bed. On his lap was the Catwoman costume. He was staring at it, and actually caressing the material with his right hand. The mask itself was in his left hand. He saw me in the corner of his eye.
“I’m so sorry honey,” I began my panicked explanation, “I don’t know what came over me.”
The silence was deafening. I wanted him to say something. I wish he would yell at me. He needed to say something, anything! Yet he was still just silent. I had to break the silence.
“I was about to tell you right as you approached us. On the other hand I was so flattered that you were interested. And when Tom,” I hesitated for just a brief second and then continued, “your dad, squeezed my hand we decided to take it a little bit further.”