Kelly and her son Daniel

“How is it possible for one child to make this much of a mess” I thought to myself as I was cleaning up the kitchen table where my daughter had just finished breakfast. I loved my daughter Sarah but now that she is getting older she needs to learn how to clean up after herself. For her only being 5 years younger than her brother there sure is a huge difference, Danny turning 16 in a few months knew how to clean up after himself. “When did my life come to this” I thought to myself as I stepped onto a piece of pancake. I Kelly met my husband Rob early in college and we married soon after graduation. Now at the age of 32 I was a proud mother of two, a smart rapidly developing son named Daniel and his juvenile sister Kelly.

When Danny came into our lives we quickly realized that the only way our family would work is if I stayed at home. When Danny was just entering the 1st grade I became pregnant with Sarah, making it look like I wasn’t going to be working again anytime soon. I’ve come to accept my role as a stay at home mom, letting my college degree just rot away.

Now it’s wrong as a parent to choose favorites but Danny was easily the easiest child to handle. He was easy to raise and never gave us attitude or talked back to Rob and I. He was devolving into a fine young man, he was athletic to an extent he played high school baseball and also volunteered at a local little league. At 5’8 he was about the same height as me and from me he had inherited my brown eyes and blonde hair. His skin tone and facial features resembled his fathers. He wasn’t overly popular but he did have an active social life, he kept good grades not over the top.

I had always stayed in shape as best I could, I wasn’t a fitness model but I kept a tight toned body. Whenever I had the chance at home I would do yoga, it was both an exercise and a form of calming stress relief. I also enjoyed hiking, the sounds of the water and the birds kept everything peaceful and calm. Do to my good fitness I often was told I did not look like I was in my early 30’s but my mid 20’s. I had shoulder length blond hair and a slim hour glass figure, I was 5’8 but most of that was long toned legs. I had nice firm 34C breasts that seemed just the right sexy size. I was in great shape especially since I was a mother of two.

It was around 2:30pm the time Danny usually got out of school. I heard the door and then heard the slow scuffling of shoes as he took them off in the mud room.

“Hey mom” he said, seeing me approach him from upstairs.
“Hi sweetie, how was school?” I asked.
“Same as usual, I have a stupid History test to study for” he replied.
“Ok are you hungry, I could make you something if you are” I shouted up at him as he was already upstairs.
“No thank you” was his response.
See well maintained and respectful towards his parents.

I started to head to the living room to watch some tv before starting dinner when I realized Danny had left his bag down stairs.

“Honey how are you suppose…”
“MOM, what are you, get out” He yelled in shock and fear. He rapidly tried to cover his computer screen while trying to pull up his pants.
“I’m…sorry” I said as I backed out of the room.

“Why the hell didn’t I knock? He’s a teenager for fucks sake, how could I be so careless” I thought to myself outside his room. “Do I apologize about this now? No that would just make it worse” I said as I dropped his bag outside his room and went downstairs. My daughters arrival home from school interrupted my decision making on how to handle this.

“Mom can you sign this for school” She yelled as she was walking into the kitchen.
“Ok, just set it on the counter sweetie” I told her as I walked in and kissed her on the head.
“Eww mom” Was response before she headed upstairs.

I was still trying to figure out what I had seen, I mean there was no surprise I mean at Danny’s age I was sure he was masturbating. The catching him in the act part is what was I guess you could say unexpected, I wasn’t nervous about “it” but I was unsure on how to approach him. Would a man to man talk be best, should I tell his father? If I did that would it affect our relationship together? No I couldn’t do that, this is something I have to talk to him about. The more I thought about it, I tried to picture it in my head again. I realized I was slightly disappointed the I wasn’t able to see “anything” as he had covered himself to quickly. That thought was quickly dismissed as nothing more than common curiosity and any mother would have at least wanted to get a peak.

Unfortunately I couldn’t hide what happened forever and soon enough I had to go get him and Sarah for dinner. I decided I should talk to him before any of the other family does hopefully it would relieve tension.

“Honey” I said softly as I knocked at his door.
“Yeah come in Mom” he said very quietly.
“Danny it’s almost time for dinner, you should come downstairs. Also I wanted to say I’m sorry for earlier, I should have knocked.” I said soft looking at him for a reaction.
“Umm…thank” he responded “It’s just awkward you know to be caught by…your mother”
I don’t know why but my eyes instantly dart towards his crotch. “Why was I doing this, he’s clearly embarrassed and you’re looking to see if he has an erection” I thought to myself.