“Hi mom.” I said, as she stepped through the door.
“You made dinner?” she said, sniffing at the air.
She walked over and gave me a hug. I could feel her boobs pressing into my chest, and my body’s reaction made me pull away suddenly.
“I figured it was the least I could do.” I said, trying not to stare. Still, there was something in the way she looked at me, something different.
“Great, cause I didn’t have time for lunch. Is it ready now?”
“Let me pull it out of the oven.” I replied, quickly turning and rushing toward the kitchen.
As mom walked in, I quickly grabbed her chair, pulling it out for her. She gave me a quick smile then sat down, letting me slide her chair in. I moved slowly to my seat, trying to remember everything Shelly and I had talked about. It had all seemed so simple, so perfect when we talked it through but now, nothing. I felt the panic beginning to build as I gripped my chair. It wasn’t going to work. There was just no way I was going to live through this.
“So, where is your sister?” Mom said, as she spooned some of the casserole onto her plate.
“She’s spending the night at Bree’s house. She said something about studying for some test, Biology I think. You want me to go get her?”
“No, that’s alright.” She said, taking a bite. “Oh, my God! This is fabulous. What is it?”
“It’s called Southern Oyster Casserole. I got the recipe off the internet.” I said, smiling hopefully.
“Oh, it’s oysters. Still, it tastes fantastic.” Mom smiled as she ate and sipped at her glass of water.
Before I knew it, dinner was done, and I hadn’t even managed one of my planned comments. As mom pushed her plate away, wiping carefully at her lips with her napkin, I still couldn’t come up with single of the planned comments. Every time I thought I had one, my eyes would lock on mom’s tits, and I would flash back to standing outside her bedroom door listening.
“I tell you what.” Mom said, putting her napkin down. “I’ll do the dishes then we can talk.”
“That’s okay, mom.” I said, jumping up and gathering the dishes quickly. “I know you like to take a shower after a rough day at work. I’ll do dishes.”
“You sure?” she said, looking at the pile of dishes in the sink.
“I’m sure. I’ve got lots of energy to burn off.”
“Okay then. But when you’re done, meet me in my room.”
I took my time washing the dishes, trying to sort through all the plans I had made with Shelly. Nothing had gone as planned, and now I was just postponing my demise. I considered waiting longer hoping she might fall asleep, but knew that would never happen. With nothing left to use an excuse, I slowly walked to mom’s bedroom.
I stood outside her door for several seconds, cherishing the last moments of my life. Taking a deep breath I knocked on the door. I mentally went through all the plans again, trying to make something work. Everything had been so clear when Shelly and I had talked it out. Play on mom’s emotions. Get her to admit to being turned on. Yeah, mom turned on, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her shirt.