No, he tries to see whatever he can in the near darkness.

Dan squinted his eyes, but he thought his mother couldn't see anything in the darkness anyway. "Okay," he called.

Laura seemed to pause and wait for a moment before sitting up. Dan could just see her form in the low light cast from the microwave clock in the kitchen. She was a slightly darker spot, framed in soft green light.

"Okay," Laura muttered as she quickly yanked off her shirt. Two large orbs flopped down, making an audible slap against her skin.

Dan got a vague but very up-close view of his mother's breasts. He couldn't make out much detail, other than their size. Somehow, the lighting and the sheer erotic allure of all of this happening where he could reach out and touch her made his cock harden at a rapid pace.

"You... have your eyes closed, right?" Laura asked, her breathy voice catching.

"Mhm," Dan murmured, not trusting himself to speak any words. His eyes, fully open, were glued to his mother's breasts.

Laura seemed to hesitate before she separated the two shirts in record time and all but crammed the oversized shirt down over her head. Dan thought he heard a pop in her back muscles as she performed the feat. Without another word, Laura laid back down away from him and pulled up the sheets again.

Dan lay there, relishing the view he'd been awarded. "... okay?" his mother's voice said through the fog of memory.

"Huh?" he asked.

"Are you okay?" Laura asked again.

"Oh, yeah, do I open my eyes now?"

"...yes," Laura answered. "You can put your arm back now," she muttered.

Dan was very aware of the situation he found himself in. If he cuddled with his mother, she'd know for sure he'd seen her. The tent in his boxers would push up against her back or butt.

"It's... fine," Laura sighed. "Just don't poke me too much," she complained.

Dan blinked at his mother's back. She knew? He took a deep breath and resumed his position as the big soon. Laura shifted slightly when his cock came in contact with her body. Dan thought she might have said something, but it was too low for him to hear.

"Go to sleep," Laura all but ordered.

"Night."

"Night, dear."