Later

"Hunter? Are you awake honey?"

Hunter opened his eyes; it was dark outside and the snow was falling, so he knew he'd slept through dinner. He sat up in bed, his migraine was gone, but he felt parched so he took another sip of the water that was still at his bedside table.

"Yeah mom." He finally answered and looked towards the door.

His mother, Denise, stood in the doorway, backlit by the light in the hallway outside. Ten years younger than her husband and in her early forties she was still an absolute vision. Long, straight, raven dark hair cascaded down her shoulders and ended at the small of her back. She had a lone, light locke of hair, layered underneath that was visible only behind her left ear. Denise possessed a natural 'come hither' look dominated by big, beautiful, brown eyes, accentuated by long dark eyelashes, and full plush lips that were highlighted by a pleasant light pink lip-gloss. Others had referred to them as "blowjob" lips and though it was in reference to his mother, Hunter couldn't disagree.

Her body was the envy of women ten years her junior. Fit, toned and flawless the woman maintained a rigorous daily workout and diet. With wide hips, a slim waist and modestly broad shoulders, the woman had the 'perfect' hourglass figure. She had a leopard print tattoo on the outside of her upper left arm that extended up over her shoulder and then down the left side of her back before it curled in where her hip met her side forming a point in between her pelvis and abdomen. Her large round breasts stood proudly on her chest and defied both age and gravity were covered in a loose dark buttoned blouse; while her perfect heart-shaped ass was clad in skin-tight jeans that perfectly enhanced her long legs. The woman only stood 5'4, but every exquisite inch of her was the definition of a walking wet dream.

A statement her son's throbbing rock-hard erection would attest to.

Hunter remembered her from a time before; and it physically hurt doing so. She'd been a little overweight, and run ragged like his dad had been. They had been two people in middle age and looked it, not having led a leisurely life. The lifestyle they had now, working on their terms, definitely suited them. But that life before, it was faded, distant... like something from a dream. It grew farther away with every breath and became more difficult to recall.

"Sorry." she apologized "I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's alright." Hunter replied, "I should probably be getting up anyway."

"Are you feeling better?" Denise asked.

"Yeah. Sleep was exactly what the doctor ordered."

She smiled and Hunter fought from exploding in his pants. "I'm glad. I saved a plate for you, it's in the fridge. Let me know if you'd like me to warm it up."

"Sounds great mom. Is everyone still up?"

"It's getting late," she explained "Angela's already put the baby to bed. Rachel's putting Clare down now and Jenny is giving Mike his evening bath. But everyone else is still up."

"Great. I'll be up in a minute."

"OK. I'll heat up your plate. I'm glad you're feeling better. Love you babe."

Hunter let out an amused breath "Thanks mom. Love you too."

Denise closed the door behind her, but Hunter wisely waited for his hard-on to go down before he got up.