Laura stared at her son with a puzzled look, "Why are you asking me?" She gestured at his flour-dusted apron, "You're the one who's been in the kitchen all afternoon."
Turning back to the television, she briefly considered the exchange. Jon had seemed genuinely curious about dinner, but since when did she make dinner? Laura's husband, Richard, gently ran his hand up and down her thigh, teasing the frayed edge of her cut-off jean-shorts, petting the short hairs she had on her legs. One of the best parts of having a son so interested in taking care of the household chores like cooking and cleaning, was getting to spend so much more time working on her relationship. Ever since Jon had been old enough to take more responsibility for the house, Richard and her had gotten closer than ever.
Sure, Jon's clothing budget had increased, with all the shoes, dresses, lingerie, even that wedding dress he had insisted on having, but that kind of thing was to be expected with a teenage boy. Besides, it wouldn't be long before Jon would get a part-time job and be able to take on a bigger part of that budget himself.
Behind her, Laura could hear Jon pad out of the room in his bare feet, hopefully back to the kitchen. She hoped that he wasn't to out-of-it to finish making supper. Maybe he was feeling sick. She made a mental note to go check on him at the commercial, maybe see if he had a temperature. He was probably fine, though. Most likely just hadn't been getting enough sleep, staying up all night the way teenage boys so often did.
Laura slid a hand up and scratched the bottom of her breast inside her favourite Iron Maiden t-shirt, then slid her hand back out and into the groin of her husband. With Zoe and Mikey at the park, and Jon finishing supper, there was certainly time for a little tease. Richard had been working hard lately, coming home with a lot of stress in his shoulders, so she was planning on giving him a fun night to help him relax. There wasn't enough time before they ate to really have fun, but a little rub here, a little tease there wouldn't hurt her cause.
Her husband moaned softly as her unmanicured hand traced the outline of Richard's penis in his jeans. She had the whole night planned out: First dinner where she'd massage Richard's groin with her foot. She'd worn her best sports socks that afternoon, just the way she knew he loved it. Then, after dinner, she'd give the kids money for a movie and send them out together. Upstairs, all picked out, was an outfit she knew would drive her husband wild. Grey-striped boxer shorts, her Led Zeppelin t-shirt, and tube socks. Wearing that, Laura would be irresistible. It didn't matter that her body wasn't as tight as it was ten years ago, that there was a little grey in hear hair; Dressed up for her husband, Laura would be a sex-goddess.
She'd wait until he settled on the couch, then she'd creep down and ambush her man, starting with a dance, moving into an erotic massage, then finally into a blowjob. She'd end the night with her hairy legs wrapped around him, engorged on his penis, screaming his name. She'd have to make sure the windows were closed (the last thing she'd want was a noise complaint from the neighbours).
The deadbolt on the front door clicked open, and Laura quickly pulled her hand away from her husband's crotch, eliciting a disappointed sigh from her spouse. She wanted nothing more than to continue, but with Mikey and Zoe walking in, both wanting to eat, it wouldn't do to put on a show. Having the kids see their parents acting so strangely would scar them for years. Better to just act naturally and let things play out like they should.
