Both of them.

"I'm sorry," they said in unison.

Time just seemed to stand still for Corey as his mother stood in the open doorway of his room. She must have opened it in the sudden realization it hadn't been closed before. Thus, she stood before him, disheveled and half-dressed in just a bra and panties, with a stunned expression on her face. Evelyn's wide-eyed shock seemed combined with a sort of worry that Corey had never seen on her face before.

For his part, the teen just sat there on his bed, his body in many ways like his mother's. Both had crimson cheeks from the mix of shame and the aftereffects of the orgasms they just experienced. Corey had been grabbing his cock so tightly that his large load had not only shot over his belly but also up to his chest and cheek.

Evelyn had no visible cum on her body, but Corey could see that her lace hunter-green panties were wet. It could have been from either sweat, her pussy's arousal, or a mix of both along with the bastard landlord's thick ball broth. Corey hoped the old pervert had worn a condom, but the thought wasn't at the forefront of his mind. It was how beautiful she looked and how it tore him up that he even thought that way given the situation.

Corey's initial eye contact had slowly drifted to the rest of her. First, he could see her red hair was tangled, bunched up, and with a few strands glued to her forehead by sweat. Corey wouldn't have said it even if he was capable of articulating it, but he thought his mother's hair looked like a glowing, fiery halo or crown, fitting for a woman who was as divine as she was.

Evelyn's face was narrow but her cheekbones and expressive lips created a perfect sense of roundness that was both alluring and empathetic. Her green eyes magnified this with a brightness all their own. Her body was also on the thin side, but she was blessed there too. Her hips and medium-sized breasts were slightly more round than the rest of her frame would suggest. Put simply, she was a pretty petite milf.

Despite having just orgasmed, Corey felt a stirring in his crotch, a small growing throb that broke him out of his spell like the snapping of a hypnotist's fingers. However, there were so many problems with the circumstances that Corey didn't know how to handle them. He stood up causing his erection to bounce obviously and his mother's eyes darted down as his cock did. Caught off guard, Corey sat back down instead of pulling his pants back up. Then, in a way that would have been comical in another situation, he wrapped himself in his bed sheets; head, body, and all.

The boy lay there quietly for a while, his mind replaying his day from school with his new girlfriend Ashley, the happy walk home, the debauchery and usury of Anthony Blake's treatment of his mother and how beautiful she was despite it.

"I'm sorry" Corey mumbled.

"I'm sorry too, baby. I wish this didn't happen, I wish you didn't know about any of it, our finances, that jerk, your horrible mother."

The last line of her apology brought Corey out of his sheet wrapping quicker than he would have thought possible. He was upset and he was embarrassed but he was not going to let her talk badly about herself.

Seeing his mother in his room sitting on his bed, he felt the urge to comfort her. He slowly moved closer and placed his hand on top of her shoulder. He felt the slight heat of her body and then heard a slight whimper escape as she exhaled. Seeing the effectiveness of his comforting touch made him relax more too.

He felt a gentle sigh escape his lips even as her body shook with a slight sob. He wanted to give his mom the comfort that she needed, but the words escaped him and all he could offer was a silent understanding.

Evelyn wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up at him. Evelyn's hand moved and rested on Corey's leg. He felt the softness of her loving touch and he hoped she felt his.

"You're the best person I know…" he said without thinking.

"Don't lie to me," she said.

"I'm not," he said and desired with all his heart to prove it to her.

"How can I prove it to you?" he asked.

Evelyn moved her hand from his thigh and brought both her hands to his face, cupping it lovingly.

She brought her face to his, it was still blushing red from the bastard landlord's hard fucking and her embarrassment and shame at getting caught.

Corey's heart started to race.

"Corey," she whispered.

"Prove it….by taking a shower and not using all the hot water," she said, kissing his forehead in a quick and motherly way.

With that Evelyn rose to her feet and left the room quickly, brushing her hair off her face as she did. The door closed and Corey was left there with a raging erection and so many mixed feelings. He didn't take his time with them though, the teen quickly got up, undressed, and grabbed a towel. He then went to the apartment's only bathroom to take a shower.

As Corey stepped under the lukewarm water of the shower, he couldn't help the wave of desire that washed over him. Even if the water had been icy cold, it wouldn't have been enough to quell his arousal. When the steam and hot water started to flow from the shower and envelop him, his desire increased even more.

Corey reached for the bottle of soap, unthinkingly choosing his mother's coconut creme body wash, letting the sweet, floral scent awaken his senses even further. As he lathered the rich, creamy soap over his skin, he couldn't help but imagine Evelyn's delicate hands exploring every inch of him. He didn't care if she had just been fucked by the dirty landlord, he didn't care if she was covered in his sweat or even filled with his cum.

"I love you…" he whimpered.

As the water cascaded over him, Corey let his mind run wild. He thought of his girlfriend Ashley. To his horror and growing excitement instead of making love to her as he always fantasized, she was with Blake too. The jerk was fucking her from behind while pulling her blue hair. The man's fat belly and hips slapped again her shapely cheeks making an even more perverted sound than when he had fucked Corey's mother. Part of Corey knew that there was no turning back if he didn't stop himself. His thin hand still hadn't even started touching his hard cock and he already felt utterly under the spell of Evelyn's alluring aroma, the image of her after being ravished by Blake, and how she looked after. By the time he touched the head of his cock was more than ready to succumb to the seductive power of Blake's corrupt influence.

One touch of his hard-on and the wall of the shower was hit with the proof of the love Corey wanted to give his mother and Ashley. That he would desire them and care for them regardless of what Blake did to them.

Corey rested his head against the wall, water washing the smooth soap off his body and the thick globs of cum off the wall. He sighed and turned off the water. There was still plenty of hot water left, and he had not taken that long at all. Part of him somehow felt that if he didn't let her down in this, then he wouldn't let his mother down in other things either.

Corey left the bathroom and went straight to his room. His mother's door was closed, but his sheets had been replaced with some clean ones. Despite all that had happened, his mother still had given him a small act of kindness. Corey had many emotions that jockeyed for position within him, but his mother's act had kindled a wave of righteous anger running through him; not towards her but the person that did not deserve to look at her, let alone touch her.

"Fuck that guy," Corey thought to himself.

"Fuck Anthony Blake! I don't know how, but I'm going to make sure pays for what he's done…and it's going to be a lot more than rent money."