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It was just as well that I stopped because it was only a manner of minutes when she finally woke. She rolled over and threw her arm around me and lent against my chest.

"Good morning," she said lazily.

"Morning," I replied smiling back at her.

"I slept so well," she replied smiling freely, "maybe you'll have to sleep here more often." I laughed before I could think of anything to say.

"Are you sure about that? Your bed might start to stink like boy." She sniffed at me.

"I don't think I'd mind too much, you aren't bad smelly," she chuckled before moving the rest of her body over towards me, wrapping her leg around mine again, the familiar feel of her skin against mine driving me wild.

"So you really slept well?" I said trying to think of anything else other than the obvious.

"It was great; I haven't slept that soundly in a while. It must've been because you were here to protect me."

"I protected you from getting cold maybe."

"I seriously felt safer with you here last night; I went to sleep knowing you were just there," she said sincerely. It made me feel weird, good that I was there for her but kinda sad that she doesn't have someone to be there for her.

"Well if you ever need me you can always ask," I offered honestly.

"I may have to take you up on that," she said kissing my shoulder.

We lay all cuddled up for a while before her alarm went off.

"Well, that says we should really get up," she said bummed. "It's going to be cold out there I know it."

"You should probably just go jump in the shower then," I replied trying not to show too much of my disappointment.

"Good idea but after that, you can jump in and I'll make up some breakfast."

"Sounds good to me," I said stretching out. She threw back the covers and slipped out of the bed, she walked over to the door and then did something that made my jaw drop. She pulled her nightie over her head revealing her naked back to me. If I'd been on a slighter angle I would have got an eyeful of side boob. Even still that wasn't all. She then proceeded to pull down her panties and kick them off. For the briefest of moments I was staring at her perfect bare ass before she stepped out of view. When I say perfect, I mean perfect in its imperfection. She had little dimples on both sides of her cheeks and little pock marks of cellulite under her bottom curve. It was the body of a real woman. Sexy on so many levels.

If I wasn't horny before (not that I wasn't) there would be no saving me now. My cock twitched with excitement at the display I had just witnessed. She must have known what she was doing; she didn't even try to hide it. That or she's just that comfortable and not threatened by my sexual appetite, that she didn't care that I was there. Either way right now, I didn't care, I had just witnessed one of the most thrilling moments of my life so far. I could help but jump into my room and wack off to the fantasy of doing more than just looking at it.

It hadn't taken long for me to bust a nut in my dirty pair of socks that were handy, nor was it long before I heard her calling me to the bathroom. I grabbed a spare towel from the linen closet and made it to the bathroom as I opened the door the steam came billowing out. The shower was still running but mom was just drying her hair in a towel, thankfully for me she was wearing another one. I don't know how I'd cope if she wasn't.

"All yours sweety," she said ruffling her hair.

"Thanks," I said walking over to the shower. She hadn't left though and just continued to fluff her hair. I thought what the hey, she had just shown me her butt, what do I care if she gets an eyeful of mine. I hung my towel, dropped my jocks and stepped into the shower. It was a glass shower and was almost completely see through besides a mild frosting. So she likely see my behind through the door. I grabbed the soap and began to lather my body. I turned slightly to see her ducking out the door but she was half turned as she was looking me over. I didn't have time to double check as she was already out of the room before I could. So had I imagined it or had she been looking at me? I had no idea at the time but in the back of my head I had a case building to point me towards the fact that some of the things that had happened were no mere coincidence. Maybe there was more to what had been going on that I was giving credit to. I decided not to worry about it though and enjoyed the rest of the hot water until I jumped out and got dressed.

Once clothed, I went out to the kitchen to see what she was doing. I knew she'd been making something because I could smell butter melting on the way to my bedroom. As I got closer the smell became more distinct, pancakes.

"Oh my god you are the best," I said turning around the corner.

"Just in time," she said placing the first one on a plate and sliding it across the table. She had already prepared the toppings and they were waiting for me in importance of my favourites to least.

"You know me well," I said grabbing the butter, lathering up the golden pancake in front of me.

"What kind of mother would I be if I didn't," she replied grinning at me. As I polished off the first two more appeared.

"You sure you don't want one?" I asked, licking my lips.

"No you go first, this won't take me long and you have less time than I do," she said turning back to the stove.

Shit she was right, I eyed the clock that hung over the stove and I had about ten minutes before I had to be out the door. We had waited til her alarm this morning which was another fifteen minutes after mine but I must have had a long shower also.

"Means I'll have to eat and run, sorry. I'll clean the dishes when I get home," I said with a mouth full of pancake.

"Thanks sweety," she said flipping the pancakes in the pan. I proceeded to wolf it down and jumped up just as she put her plate on the table.

"I gotta make lunch," I said lunging towards the cupboard.

"Well at least you are sort of having breakfast with me," she replied sitting. I slapped lunch together from a bunch of leftovers an easy packeted stuff.

"Well I'm off," I said hands full.

"Have a good day sweety," she said pointing to her cheek. I kissed her quickly and ran to my bag, stuffing it and running out the door.

"You too," I called behind myself as the door closed.

The day was no different from any other just another boring school day. I had an awkward excitement though about getting home. I couldn't shake the events of last night and was still as horny as hell. Images of her flashed across my mind all day. It was becoming more than obsession and she wasn't making it easy. I had to do one of two things, the first was talk to her and put a stop to it or the later was to push my luck and try to escalate it. The second option was far more exciting but about a thousand times riskier. Still I thought if I don't try I'll never know and what I could have had her and not tried, how much would I regret that? If it turns out to not work, things may be weird for a while but they may go back to normal. So I planned about how I'd make my move. Would it be while we were watching tv or would I try to make my way back into her bed?

My whole walk home I was freaking, should I, shouldn't I? I was still so inexperienced with all this stuff and I had no idea how to be suave or hot to charm her. I decided I'd just do what I was doing and hope for the best, funny thing is that it worked well sort of. Not the way I wanted it to but it was something. Like routine the night played out exactly like the night before until we were watching our last episode.

"This show just keeps getting better don't you think?" She said cuddled up close to me.

"I have to say I am really enjoying it," I replied not completely just commenting on the show. Sure it was good but the whole being close to her was the main attraction. Another few minutes went by and another juicy part came up, you know the sexy scenes. One of the guys was going down on a girl and mom apparently couldn't help herself.

"Have you ever done that?" She asked throwing me off guard.

"Um... sort of," I replied carefully.

"Really? With who?" She asked nosily.

"You really want to know?" I said scrunching my face up.

"I'm just surprised is all. I guess I don't have to know who," she said and I didn't respond. "Did you like it?"

"I probably would have more if I'd like the girl more," I replied thinking back to it. It was kind of awkward and I only did it because she'd wanted me to; if it had been mom though I would have eaten her out until she screamed for me to stop.

"So you ate her out even though you weren't that into her?" She said turning to me.

"I can't believe we are talking about this," I said chuckling.

"I can stop if you like?"

"No it's fine, it's just that she asked and I thought she'd like it."

"So all a girl has to do is ask you?" She said laughing.

"I'm not a slut if that's what you mean," I replied scrunching up my face, "In this case though I just wanted to try it."

"Have you wanted to try it again?"

"Totally, especially on this one girl," I said starting my hints.

"Oh really, is she hot?" She asked cocking an eyebrow.

"The hottest," I said smirking. I couldn't believe I was pushing my luck.

"What's she like?" she continued.

"She'd not like most of the girls I know, she's more mature you know."

"Is she older than you?"

"Uh huh," I said nodding. "Honestly I prefer women to girls," I said likely being super obvious. She breathed heavy as if taking in what I just said.

"Honey?" She said almost hesitantly.

"Yes?" I said wetting my lips. We just stared at each other for a minute until the silence was broken. The tv blared in the background as the credits began to roll.

She took her gaze away from mine, sat up grabbed the control and turned the tv off.

"I guess we should go to bed," she said still not moving.

"You're probably right," I said thinking I'd crossed the line. We didn't move for another minute, waiting for the other to say something. "Is everything ok?" I asked kind of not wanting to know the answer.

"I'm fine sweety, just tired," she said standing and stretching. "Sleep well," she said walking off to her room.

"You too," I said deflated.

I stayed on the couch until she'd left and turned her light off. I put my face in my hands and rubbed at my eyes. What the hell was that? I'd fucked this up hadn't I? I was just hoping she wasn't going to be all weird about it now. I dragged my ass to bed and frog slashed into it face down. I threw my clothes off and lay there with a million thoughts flying through my head. It was quiet that night. No noise came through her wall at all. Thankfully it was Friday night and I hadn't had to go to school the next day. So I tried not to think myself sick and lulled myself off to sleep. The next morning I was woken by the sound of her exercising. She'd obviously been up early and wanted to hit the ground running. She usually did on weekends so it wasn't out of the blue. I lay in my bed for a while, being lazy mostly but my dazing had been interrupted by a squeal and a thudding sound. I rolled out of bed and burst into the lounge. There she was, sitting down on the floor rather awkwardly, rubbing her thigh.

"Are you ok?" I asked looking dishevelled, hair all over the place.

"Oh it's my damn ankle. I slipped and sort of twisted it," she said looking pained. I walked over to her and sat at her feet.

"Here let me look at it," I said putting my hands out. She slowly stretched out her leg into my hands. I moved her ankle carefully in circles.

"Tell me where it hurts," I said looking up at her. Her pained face turned warm as I massaged around her ankle.

"That's pretty good," she replied leaning back.

I proceeded to rub her ankle and up to her calf. She looked relaxed regardless of how much it hurt.

"Is it helping?" I asked digging my fingers into her calf. She moaned pleasingly.

"So much," she said lying all the way back. "While you're at it would you mind doing my other one?" She chuckled.

"Are you sure you hurt yourself?" I said mockingly

"Only a little," she said leaning back up to smile at me. I moved my hand across to her other ankle and began to massage that one also. "You know I was only kidding right?"

"I can stop if you like?" I said putting the ball back in her court.

"I didn't say that," she laughed. "But no doubt you have better things to do." Truth was I didn't want anything more than to sink my fingers into her flesh, but she didn't need to know that. I moved my fingers up to her other calf and dug my fingers in massaging deeply. She breathed in deeply and sighed.

"Is there anywhere else you need it?" I said a little suggestively.

"Are you offering?" She said smirking.

"I wouldn't have asked otherwise."

"Well everywhere really, but just about knees is where I've been really sore lately," she said bending her knees.

I shimmied on the floor so I was more in between her legs. I parted them a little so I could get in closer. She hadn't stopped me either. I moved my hands up her leg and began to knead the base of her thighs, just above the knee. Again she moaned, pleased at my touch.

"Yeah right there," she winced as I press my fingers harder against her tight muscle.

"I'll ease off," I said releasing a little pressure.

"It's good pain," she replied smiling. I carefully moved my hands all around her knee, rubbing every part of it. It was easy to see I was doing a good job. She was utterly relaxed. But almost as soon as I had started I was finished.

"Mmm, thanks honey that was great," she said sitting back up.

"You sure you don't want anything else?"

"No I should get up and see what this foot is like," she said reaching her arms out towards me. "Help me up?"

I planted my feet firmly on the ground and lifted her up as I stood. After the initial pulling her up, she placed one hand against my chest and gripped onto my shoulder with the other, I in turn put my hand behind her back to brace her. Slowly she flexed her ankle and put pressure on it. She was standing so close to me that I smell her sweat from her workout. She never had an unpleasant aroma, even after her workouts. It was like a feminine version of my own, familiar and comfortable. I breathed in deeply as we stood there. She obviously noticed.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I must be smelly."

"No you're fine, probably a lot better than me. I just got up remember," I replied pointing my nose to my own armpit.

"It's alright; I don't mind the house smelling a bit like man," she said turning towards me with a smirk.

"Are you saying I am smelly?" I asked playfully.

"Only the right amount," she replied giggling.

"Well I'm glad I haven't assaulted your nostrils this early in the morning. Anyway how's the foot?" I said looking down her body, unable to resist taking a sneaky glance down her top.

"It's not too bad," she said placing pressure down on it. "Must be your magic touch." That comment had me grinning on the inside; it was impossible for it not to show on my face.

"I'm just happy I could help."

"You're always helping me. I don't know what I'd do without you?"

"You'd be alright. You're pretty resourceful," I said sliding my hand lower down her back so it sat at the lowest arch just above her plump rear.

"Speaking of which, would you like something to eat? I was just about to go make a smoothy. Want one or would you like me to make you something else?"

"Don't go to any trouble for me, whatever is easy. If you have left over smoothy I'll just have some of that."

"Are you sure?" She asked the ever pleasing beautiful woman she was.

"Absolutely, plus I wouldn't want you to have to spend any more time on that ankle. In fact if you wait for me to have a quick shower I'll make you a smoothy."

"Don't be silly, I've gotta walk around on this thing anyway," she said slipping away from my touch.

"Alright just know I'm not far away if you need my shoulder," I said taking a step back.

"You'll be the first one I call on," she said carefully stepping past me. I watched her all the way to the kitchen until I headed off for my shower.

I had a nice hot shower to wake me up, get me more with it for the day ahead. By the time I'd gotten dressed there was a nice tall glass of banana, cale and orange juice waiting for me on the lounge coffee table. Next to it was mom's foot, resting on an ice pack.

"You look comfy," I said sitting down next to her.

"Thought I should ice it up, just in case," she said slurping the chunky mixture of her glass threw a thick straw.

"Good idea," I replied lifting my own straw up to my mouth. "So any plans for today?"

"Well," she started releasing the straw from her lips. "I was planning going for a run but I think that's out. You?"

"I hadn't planned anything. Was thinking maybe catching up with the boys later."

"Ah, that won't be til later then?" She asked with an interested inflection in her voice.

"Nope, why?" I asked, her tone peaking my interest.

"Well if I'm going to be stuck not doing anything today, maybe we could hang out for a while."

"Sure, what did you have in mind? I would suggest a game of twister is probably not on the cards," I said laughing.

"Probably for the best," she said, making me wonder if there was any more to that remark. "We have been spending a lot of time on the couch but I was thinking we could watch some today as we weren't going to be able to tonight."

"Sure," I said getting comfortable.

It all started a little different from usual, she was sitting up right to rest her foot properly. No cuddling up, just sitting and watching. It wasn't long before mom was uncomfortable though.

"Do you mind if I rest my feet across you?" she said lifting her leg.

"Not at all," I said patting on my lap. She lifted both her legs, swivelled around and placed them down. She then shimmied down the couch until her calves were touching my own. My hands were hovering, waiting for a place to put them. Without wanting to look weird I lay my hands down flat against her left leg, one of her calf and the other high her thigh. She didn't say anything nor did she move.

Nothing much happened for a while. She just lay down on the couch with my hands on her. I wanted to feel her all over but if I was going to try I had to be super stealthy and make it seem like it was her idea not mine. Slowly I began to put my fingers to work. Idly my hands moved cautiously, lightly brushing against the slickness of her tights. If she'd protested I'd never have known, she was silent and still. I began to run circles with my fingers, starting with her calf first then moving on to her thigh. I didn't notice a change at first, due to the tv being loud but once it quieted down I down tell she was breathing slightly heavier. Again she hadn't moved away, she was just enjoying the affection I was bestowing her. This went on until the episode ended. She reached across to the remote and hit stop.

"Honey?" She said looking at me.

"Yeah?" I said not knowing why she was taking a break.

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Shoot," I replied placing my hands down against her.

"Do you think it's weird that we are this close?" She asked with a concerned face. I suddenly got a little nervous.

"Um, not really. I like it," I replied worried about where this was going.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to think I want you all to myself all the time. I'm sure there are girls out there your own age you would prefer spending time with." If she only knew I thought.

"Not at all, I'm happy right here."

"Ok," she said reaching back for the remote. "Just checking."