Yes

Dan was quiet for a minute. She touched his back lightly. "It was an honest accident. I dropped my clothes and my head bushed the door," he said.

"You came back though," she guessed into his back. It... made her hotter to think about it. She cursed herself mentally.

"I did... I watched as you put on your bra. Until you turned around and almost caught me."

"I did catch you," she muttered. Laura didn't say anything for a little bit. "Did... I ask you to undress me?" she asked in a near whisper.

"Your shoes then your pants. Yeah. I took off your top because I figured you wouldn't want to sleep in it," he answered.

"Not my bra?" she asked.

"No, you had that on when I went to bed."

Laura was silent as the alarm kept going off. "My panties? Did... we?" she asked in a quieter voice.

"No, they were on, too," Dan gulped.

Laura breathed out, her breath tickling his back. "I... well... I..." she tried to say.

"You were drunk."

"I was," Laura admitted. "You need to get that."

He breathed out and rose. Just as he was going to turn around, Laura realized what he might see. She put a hand on his back. "One moment," she asked. When he didn't move, she pulled the sheet up to partially cover her nakedness. "Okay," she said a moment later.

Dan looked around to crawl off the mattress. He looked back at her and froze, his eyes glued to the expanse of breast she was showing him. It took him a moment to pull his eyes away and go over to the phone.

"You have a short day?" she asked from the bed.

"No, a long one. Ms. Carmen said she wants to see me too," he said.

"Do... you want breakfast?" she offered.

Dan looked at his mother. The look he gave her was not that of her son. "Mom, it would... probably be best if I got a shower and headed to work. We can... talk tonight," he hedged.

Laura's eyes dropped to his crotch before flicking back up again. She took a deep breath. "You're right," she muttered. "I'm not thinking right."

"You're horny and frustrated. I understand, I am too. I can't miss work. We need the money."

"You're right." She felt like a slut as she lay there, listening to her son get ready for work. Her pulsed pulsed with need.