Chapter 2 02

****** Two Weeks Later ******

It was morning, and Stacy hummed one of her favorite 80's tunes as she prepared breakfast. Her plan for the day consisted of house cleaning and laundry, so she was dressed in her usual tee-shirt and yoga pants.

At that time, Robert entered the kitchen and noticed his wife busy frying some bacon, and cheerfully said,

"Well, hello, beautiful."

Stacey looked back towards her husband and replied, "Hello yourself, handsome." She turned back towards the stove and heard Robert say,

"Actually, I was speaking to the bacon."

"Oh, is that so?" Stacey chuckled. She set the spatula down on the counter then walked over to her husband and began straightening his necktie,

"Well Mr. Finley...the next time you try getting frisky with me, I am going to toss you a package of bacon and then see how that works out for you." They both laughed, and Robert kissed his wife on her beautiful red lips.

Stacey wished Robert would try getting frisky. Due to his workload lately, he had been exhausted, and the lack of bedroom activity had Stacey very frustrated.

Stacey and Robert met while in college. They went to different schools but met during their formative age. They were introduced by mutual friends and shortly after began their courtship.

Robert was not like the joke types that Stacy had dated in her past. He was astute, courteous, and a true gentleman. With his sandy blonde hair and green eyes, she found him to be very handsome. He reminded her of her dad, whom she adored. It did not take long for the couple to fall in love.

"Where's Alex? He's usually down here before me." Looking around the kitchen, Robert asked.

Stacey set a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast on the table and replied, "I'm not sure, but you're right." With her hand, she motioned Robert to his chair, "I'll go check on him...you sit and eat."

Stacey turned off the burner then went upstairs to check on Alex. She lightly knocked on his door and slowly opened it to find the room still dark.

The only light in the room was the soft glow of the computer monitor on his desk. After a few seconds, Stacey's eyes adjusted to the low light, and she walked over to Alex's bed.

She heard him gently snoring and could tell that he was still sleeping. Gently shaking his shoulder, she spoke softly, "Alex honey...you need to get up...you'll be late for school."

"Ughhh. I don't feel so good, Mom." Alex rolled over towards Stacey and groaned

Placing her hand on Alex's forehead, "Oh Alex! You are burning up with fever...I'll be right back." She left the room for a couple of minutes and returned with some drugs and a glass of water.

She walked over to Alex and sat down on the bedside, "Here honey...take this."

Alex lifted himself enough to swallow the tablets and wash them down with the water. With her left hand, she brushed the hair from his forehead and then said, "You should stay home today...you cannot go to school with a fever. I will call the principal's office and explain."

"It hurts Mom," Alex groaned.

Stacey replied, "It's most likely a stomach bug. I've heard that one has been going around lately."

"If you are not better in a little while, I'll see if we can get you in to see the doctor later today. Now try and get some rest. I'll check on you in a little while."

Stacey laid his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes and muttered, "Thanks, Mom...love you."

Stacey's heart warmed, and she smiled. She leaned down and kissed Alex on the forehead, "You're welcome, sweetie...love you too."

She then rose from the bedside and made her way out of the room. She pulled the door behind her slowly, and she looked back to find her son had fallen back asleep.

During the morning, Stacey would occasionally check on Alex as she performed her household chores. She was relieved when his fever eventually broke.

Around noon, Stacey decided to take Alex some soup and crackers...she wanted him to get something on his stomach. She took the tray upstairs and lightly knocked on his bedroom door.

"Come in," came the voice from the other side.

Stacey opened the door and stepped into the room to find Stacey sitting up in bed, scrolling through his cell phone. She noticed the floor littered with dirty clothes, and the trash bin beside his desk was over-flowing. Stacey made a mental note to make him clean his room this weekend.

"Well...my little man seems to be feeling better".Cheerfully Stacey spoke.

Alex hated being called that, but he allowed his mom to get away with it. Because of his health issues while growing up, Stacey always doted on Alex...he was her "special little man." It was fine when he was younger, but now it's just plain embarrassing.

Alex set his phone down on the nightstand beside his bed. He looked over at his mom, standing in the doorway.

Looking at her, Alex could not help but notice how her tee-shirt clung to her large breasts, and the tight yoga pants accentuated the curve and flair of her womanly hips.

He had always thought she was beautiful, but now all of a sudden, something was different...

His mom was hot!

Something had flipped a switch. His friends teased him about his mom being a total MILF...now he was beginning to understand what they meant.

His mind began imagining how she would look naked, and all of a sudden, he felt this dick start to harden.

"Hello? Alex!" Stacey's sweet voice snapped him out of the trance.

"Oh yeah, Mom...I feel much better."

Stacey walked towards him. He watched the gentle bounce of her breasts beneath the tee shirt and felt his erection grow even more.

Stacey placed the tray beside him and sat down at the bedside. Placing her hand on his forehead, "Oh, you feel much cooler."

Alex picked up a cracker from the tray and began to nibble.

Stacey smiled, "Are you hungry?"

Alex nodded as he finished one cracker and grabbed another. She reached out and rubbed his shoulder, "Oh good, that's always a positive sign."

Stacey sat with Alex while he began to eat. "I called the school earlier and spoke with Mrs. Charles. I explained to her that you were under the weather, and they are going to email your assignments to you."

Between bites, Alex said, "Thanks, Mom."

Stacey stood up and said, "Okay, well, you finish eating." She bent over and kissed him on the top of his head, "I am going to go and check on the laundry."

As she walked out of the room, Alex stared at his mom's shapely backside. He was mesmerized by the gentle sway of her hips in those skin-tight yoga pants.

When she was gone, he shook his head and muttered,

"Stop it...that's your mom, you idiot"