Nurse Mom – Chapter 3 – Mom makes her move_(0)

I walked back up to my room, wondering what that note said. I had no doubt about who wrote it, but what message could my Mom have needed to convey to Sue, the woman I was having sex with? I walked back up to my room and hit the hay.

The next morning I came downstairs to start my morning routine. I was usually out of the house before Mom woke up since she is at work so late. This morning was another story. I stepped into the kitchen to the smell of pancakes on the stove. Mom greeted me and said that she had woken up early so she decided to treat me. We sat down and had a pleasant breakfast, completely avoiding the topic of last night.

I started to pick up the dishes and take them to the sink. Mom finally broke down and said it. “They sent me home early last night.”

“I noticed that….” I paused, “Maybe I should have hung a tie on the front door or something.” I said with a smile. “So you probably heard it all then.”

“No, I went out by the pool to give you some privacy.” She said, “I heard what was going on and decided I didn’t need to be in there when she left.”

“So how much did you see?” I asked.

“See?” Mom blushed. She was caught. She had crept upstairs and watched her son fucking a woman who was almost ten years older than she was. “I walked by….past your door… just to grab my book to read…” She stumbled, admitting that she would have passed the sex show not once to get to her room and lock herself in, but twice, to go back downstairs and try to hide the fact that she had come upstairs at all.

“It happens, I didn’t expect you home early, and I guess you were comfortable enough with the idea of watching me to sneak a peek… How long did you watch?”

Mom was now a dark red. Gradually she admitted that she was just going to peek in to see if she could slip past the door without being seen, but then when she saw Sue, she was a little shocked. She ended up staying there for a few minutes to watch what was going on, but got spooked when she thought that I had seen her. She had crept back downstairs, and went outside.

“So is that when you wrote her a note?” I asked.

“Damn! I didn’t get away with a damn thing last night, huh?” She said.