Stay home with mom

{If Cindy>10}Matt felt vaguely proud of himself. He'd asked Cindi {if Wendy>10}and Wendy out on dates. Yes they'd both shot him down but they'd both sounded like they might be willing if he didn't wait until the last minute to ask.{endif} out on a date. Yes, she's shot him down but she'd sounded like she might be willing to go if he gave her more notice.

{elseif Wendy>10}Matt felt vaguely proud of himself. He'd asked Wendy out on a date. Yes, she'd said no, but it seemed to him she'd as good as said she'd be willing to date him sometime later--and he knew from Karen how much girls hate being asked at the last minute... as if they were the last choice a guy could come up with after all the better options had fallen through.

{else}Another night with no girls. Well, Matt had spent his life not getting any action. Why should this night be different?{endif}

He wandered through his house, did some pushups, finished his homework, and texted Karen to find out whether she was coming home.

"Hanging with Amy and Ursula," she texted back. "Do you want photos?"

That sounded promising. "Hell yes," he texted back.

The photo he got, though, was the three girls, fully clothed, making funny faces. Not exactly jackoff material.

At around eight, his mom finally arrived home. She looked exhausted but attractive in her tight short skirt and white blouse that showed her black bra underneath.

"Hey mom," he said as he came out form his laundry room. "You look worn out. Do you want me to make you something for dinner?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Matt. I just don't have the energy to cook tonight."

"No, no. My treat. I'll cook."

"If you can find something in the 'fridge, I'll eat it."

"Just sit down on the couch and put your feet up. I'll put something together."

Which was easier said than done because the 'fridge was mostly empty. He did find a carton of eggs and some cheese that was fine once he'd trimmed away the moldy part, plus an ancient can of spinach. Well, omelet time.

Fifteen minutes later, he carried two wonky-looking omelets out to the living room.

"Thanks."

"Hey, I know." He looked around and found a couple of half-burned candles, lit them from the gas stove, and put them on the coffee table.

"Isn't this charming. Who are you and what have you done to my son?"

"Very funny, mother. I wanted you to know how much I appreciate how hard you work and all that you do for our family."

"Oh. I'm glad someone appreciates me."

"Huh."

"Oh, nothing. Just feeling a little down."

"Is everything okay at work?"

"I don't know. I try so hard but all the other clerks are younger and hotter than me and the boss definitely likes them better."

"Maybe younger but I doubt that they're hotter. You're beautiful, mother."

"Says the unbiased source."

He'd finished his omelet so he walked around behind her and rubbed her shoulders. "It's okay, mom. I'm sure he realizes what a great employee he has. Are those other girls as reliable as you? I doubt it. Are they as trustworthy as you with the money? I doubt it. Are they as good with the customers as you? I'm sure they're not."

"Oh, honey. I wish all that were true." She had tensed up when he'd first touched her but now she relaxed under his grip. He wished he knew how to give a proper massage but he was pretty sure he was doing something right when she sighed and said, "that feels nice, honey."

From the angle where he stood, he got a good peek down her blouse. Her demi-bra left the top half of her boobs uncovered which was cool even though he couldn't see her nipples.

He wondered what she'd do if he slid his hands lower, continued the massage on her tits. God, what a pervert, he admonished himself.