“Come in.” Mom called.
I opened the door slowly and stepped inside. Mom was sitting on her bed, holding a glass of wine. A bottle and another glass sat on the end table to her side along with a red candle, wisps of smoke curling up off the flickering flame. She was dressed in a red lace nightie, her nipples clearly visible. My cock hardened immediately.
“David! David!” Mom’s voice echoed through his head.
Mom was sitting on the end of her bed in her robe, a pile of papers in her lap.
“I, uhm. Oh, yeah, the dishes are done.”
“Are you nervous?” she said, staring at me as her fingers flipping through the pages.
“I, uhm, yeah.” I said, every single planned response fleeing before her stare.
“Alright, I know I promised to keep this purely about the grammar and such, but really? You put this in front of me without so much as a warning?”
“Mom, I tried, I really did.” I said, trying to remember the comments Shelly had coached me on.
“But David, I mean for Christ’s sake. This is just porn, and it’s … You and Shelly? I mean …”
“No mom. It’s not about me and Shelly.” I said, relieved that we hadn’t. Mom would know if I was lying.
“That’s a relief, I think.” She said, patting the bed beside her.
As I walked over and sat down, I noticed her robe hung open just enough for me to see the pale skin of her breast. Not the whole breast, but more than she showed in her bikini.
“Oh shit. Not now!” I thought, as my eyes lingered on her tit, and my body reacted to the sight.
I shifted my position, hoping to conceal my erection.
“Alright David, I said I would just check for grammar and such, and I did that. I marked the things I think need changed and explained why. There aren’t that many, which surprised me. Mostly they were spelling, but there were some that were a little awkward. Here, you look through them and see if you have any questions.”
She shifted her position as she handed me the pages. The movement causing her robe to open just a bit more. I could see the dark ring of flesh that surrounded her nipple!
“Okay.” I said, taking the pages. “I’ll go to my room and check it out.” I said, looking for an escape.
“No, I think you should read it here. In fact, I think maybe you should read it out loud. Sometimes that helps to see when it gets awkward.”
“But mom!” I said, trying not to look at her. “It’s, I mean!”
Mom smiled, as she turned to face me, her robe opening even more.
“God! I can see her nipple!” I thought, holding the pages in my lap to try and cover my growing erection.
I managed to finally look away, but not before she noticed. She glanced down at herself, and adjusted her robe. She didn’t close it completely, but did manage to cover her nipple.
“Oh! So, it’s alright for me to read it as long as you’re not here.” She said, her face turning stern.
“Mom! That’s not fair.” I said, forgetting myself and jumping up. “I didn’t want you to read it. I tried to keep it from you but you insisted. It’s not like I wanted you to read it. I didn’t even want to write it. I didn’t have a choice. Did you even look at the guidelines I was given.”