Adultery Mom's fun

[nandoghosh]

The following morning, Spencer woke up and did not want to get out of bed. He thought he would want to know if he had been caught, but now he wanted to avoid it. He stayed in bed for hours. Eventually, the waiting became its own form of suffering, so Spencer rolled out of bed. 

When he walked downstairs, and the first thing he saw was his mom sitting in the living room. She looked toward her son. Immediately, flashbacks of what she did the night before came rushing back to Spencer, and his throat closed. 

"G' morning, Spence." 

So far, so good. "G' morning, Mom." He would have loved to stay and talk to his mom so he could envision what she was hiding underneath her blouse and leggings. But Spencer more wanted to know that he was free and clear. He made a b-line to the kitchen. 

"Wait, Spence..." 

Fuck... "Yes, mom?" 

"This is might seem like an odd question, but did you happen to find a heel, like a woman's heel, in the driveway last night?" 

Oh god, she knows. 

Breanna continued, "Your father and I were running super late 'cause we misunderstood the invitation. And I had some old clothes and shoes and whatnot in the car for your father to give to Goodwill. And I think one fell out when we were trying to leave." 

They don't know! A weight was lifted from Spencer's shoulders. "No, I didn't see anything." 

"No? Alright, I guess somebody saw a fancy-lookin' heel sitting in the driveway and thought it might be worth something." 

"Yeah, probably. I guess that-" 

"Uh, hold on a moment, Spence." Breanna's phone was ringing and she held up her finger. It reminded Spencer of how she held her finger to her lips to tell the Black Panther to keep quiet about what they had just done together. Spencer sprouted an erection and casually covered it with his hands. 

"Oh, hey, Theresa. How goes it?" Breanna listened. She then gasped. "No way! Why didn't she call the security officer?" She was absorbed in the phone call. "That's insane. How long was he there?" Breanna became unsettled. "Doesn't Malcolm have cameras pointed in, like, every frickin direction?!" 

Spencer's heart sank into his stomach. The son, like his mother, was hanging on every word. He prayed she did not connect the missing shoe with the window spy.