Cindy's Strange Morning

The rumbles emanating from the laundry machine served as a backdrop for Cindy's thoughts. She stood in the cramped room off to the side of the house, waiting for the clothes to finish. She was zoned out with her arms crossed, leg cocked slightly to the side, her foot tapping rhythmically on the tile floor, and her brows furrowed in perplexed concentration. Events from the morning played through her mind; her encounters with Merida, Matt's off-putting behavior, and the strange compulsions she was having to do Matt's laundry, which she hadn't done in years, were eating at her. It all seemed normal, but strange, and she couldn't quite put her finger on anything. To top it all off, she still hadn't quite come down from her near orgasm a few minutes prior, and she realized that she could even slightly see her damp panties through her thin pink pajama pants and her nipples through her clingy, gray, and deep-cut shirt. She adjusted her stance and resolved to shower and change as soon as she finished this laundry.

She sighed, these thoughts still circling in the background of her mind, and started to think about whether or not Matt was actually getting ready. Cindy certainly hoped he was. She loved him of course, but even so she could recognize that he was a bit of a slacker. She considered him to be smart and to have potential, but wasn't sure he would ever apply himself and reach that potential.

Her thoughts were broken by the drying machine's jarring ding. She hurried to move Matt's clothes into a hamper, then picked it up and promptly brought it to his room. As she walked, she wondered why exactly she was hurrying, and this whole thing seemed strange, but she remembered that she wanted to do it for whatever reason so she pressed on. After dropping off the clothes in Matt's room, Cindy grabbed his remaining dirty clothes and brought them back to their washing room to put in the washer after the clothes that were in it finished. The timer claimed that three minutes remained, so she dropped off the clothes and decided to quickly check on Matt's progress.

She fast walked to the living room, not seeing him anywhere else, her large tits bouncing slightly with each step. Her eyes fell to the couch, and she sighed impatiently. Matt was laying there, his head resting on an armrest, with a look of pure concentration. Cindy knew that look. Matt only had it when he was really interested in something, which was rare in and of itself these days, and it was hard to get him to give a shit about anything other than what happened to be intriguing him when he was actually like this. She kind of felt happy, because she wanted him to be interested in something, but more than that she wanted him to also be interested in useful things.

Cindy walked closer to Matt, then said, "Hey, can you get ready please?" As she did, she saw some papers with strange formatting lying on the floor next to him. It looked like he had been editing them frequently as red marks almost dominated the page. While Cindy looked at the pages for those few moments, though, she thought it seemed almost as if the words were moving, being removed from the top and added to on the bottom.

Before she could get a good look to distill those thoughts, however, Matt bolted upright, her words having finally reached him through his imaginative focus. Cindy's eyes turned to him, and he quickly grabbed the pages and pen, pulling them to his chest. He got up and said, "Um, yeah, sorry. I'll get my stuff together now. I was just this thinking about this assignment." He held up the pages for a moment, then scurried away.

Cindy stared after him as he rounded the corner. It seemed to her as if he was acting strange, and she felt as if there was something off. The laundry came back into her mind and her eyes widened. She rushed into the room, then moved the washed clothes to the dryer and the dirty clothes to the washer. She smiled lightly, and took note of the time so she could get Matt's clothes when she needed to.

As she walked to the living room to sit for a moment, she passed Matt's room. He called out, "Hey, thanks for doing the clothes!"

"No problem sweety," she replied through the door. "Figured I could help you out today, especially with how hard you've been working on that assignment."

She thought she heard him chuckle, but shrugged it off. She had seen him writing and thinking about that assignment frequently, so she thought it likely didn't have anything to do with his work ethic not matching what she thought. As she thought this, he opened the door and said, "I have a lot of homework due soon, and very little going on at school that I don't already know. Mind if I stay here to work on things and maybe relax for a bit?"

Cindy's face darkened momentarily, and she felt anger bubble up inside of her. She wanted Matt to do well, and she was somewhat disappointed he didn't want to go to school. He was old enough that she felt she shouldn't **** him to go, but she still wanted him to go, so she said, "You can if you really think it will be for the best, but I think you should go. It's important."

He sighed, and said, "I had hoped you wouldn't actually say that. Come on, it'll be fine."

Cindy opened her mouth to object, but realized she completely agreed. Instead, she smiled reassuringly and said, "Of course, I completely agree. Plus, this way we can spend some time together at some point today." As she did so, she found herself leaning forward with her arm against the doorframe, which exposed her cleavage to Matt. She frowned for a moment, wondering why she was standing like this. Her arousal increased significantly yet again, and she twisted her hips while rubbing her legs together in need. She didn't care that Matt was there, and found this to be completely normal. Her breathing was heavy, and her panties were even more damp and visible than before.

She finally composed herself and said, "So yeah, I'd love for you to stay here. Work for as long as you want, relax, maybe do something with me, whatever you want."

Matt said, "Awesome, thanks. Sounds good." He shot her a smile, then went to sit back down at his desk.

As he sat down, Cindy caught him looking at her cleavage and saw his pant tighten around his crotch. Shock tore through her, followed by a sense of despair and anger, and she said, "Matt, what the fuck are you doing?"

He startled, then looked at her with widened eyes. He turned to the pages on his desk and frantically read through a part of it, then started to write, which pissed Cindy off even more. She stepped into his room and icily said, "Don't do that now, we need to talk." Suddenly, the event that incited her feelings played back through her mind, but this time Matt's gaze and obvious arousal only turned her on. Her previous feelings faded, and she realized that the idea of her son stealing glances at her and finding her sexy was an immense turn on, taboo though it was. Of course, she still didn't want him or think of him that way, but fuck her if his leer couldn't bring her to the edge. She knew it was wrong, and hated herself for feeling it, but she wanted to keep feeling that way. As such, she resolved to not mention it to him, at least for now.

Matt finally stuttered out, "Um, m-m-mom? W-w-w-what's-s up?"

Cindy thought that it was a little odd that he looked somewhat sad and hopeful simultaneously, but shrugged it off. "Nothing," she replied, trying to play it off. "Sorry, I thought I saw you do something that you didn't, that's entirely my fault."

"It's fine," he said with a small smile.

Cindy turned to leave. As she left she glanced back and saw that his eyes were on her ass, which she correctly assumed was jiggling provocatively through her pants. The sight made her even more aroused, so as soon as she was out of his eyesight she rushed to her room and locked herself in the bathroom. She started to masturbate furiously, one hand manipulating her clit while two fingers from her other dove into and out of her pussy. She hated herself for feeling this way, which only turned her on more. She reached the edge, her hips thrusting into her hand, but found that she couldn't finish no matter what she did. After ten more minutes of desperately masturbating with no release, she finally gave up and sat back, panting and frustrated.

Although she felt disgusting and her juices were running down her leg, she decided to forgo her shower so that she could immediately change into her clothes for the day. She walked to the closet, stepped in, and thought about what to wear next.