She winked as she started to walk my way, her fingers rubbing over her hard nipples. We froze when we heard someone coming up the steps.
“Mike? Honey, are you up? I thought I heard voices.”
Sydney’s eyes widened in horror as I grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to cover my exposed dick.
Spinning around in circles, Sydney looked like she was trying to decide if she should run back into the bathroom or dive under the covers. By the time she made the decision, it was too late. My mother appeared in the doorway of my bedroom.
Her eyes bounced between me and Sydney, who was currently hiding her face in her hands, as if that would hide her from my mom.
“You must be Sydney!” my mother exclaimed with excitement. “I’m Paula, Mike’s mother!”
I groaned and fell back onto the bed.
“Oh, it’s so nice to… to meet you, Paula.”
Poor Sydney. I had to give her credit; she stood there like a trooper. I wondered if she knew exactly how well you could see through that bra and those panties. I wrapped the sheet around me, grabbed my robe, and walked over to where Sydney was standing. I quickly put it over her. I wrapped my arm around her waist and drew her close to me.
“Mom, what are you doing here? You weren’t supposed to be here for another week.”
She smiled, still staring at Sydney with this far-off look on her face that said she was already deciding what color yarn to use for the baby blanket she was going to knit for us.
“Your father and I wanted to surprise you.”
I huffed. “You already did that last night.”
Sydney jabbed her elbow into my side.
With a confused look, my mother focused back on Sydney. “I’m glad you had an extra pair of undies. I found your pink ones in the kitchen. I’ll hand-wash them later. They look delicate.”
Sydney’s legs buckled, and I had to hold her tighter so she wouldn’t fall.
“You kids get dressed! I’ve got breakfast going, and your father went to get some donuts. You know how he is with donuts.”
My mother turned and headed out the door. Sydney quickly broke away from me and ran to the bedroom window. She unlocked it and started to lift it up.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Running! Leaving! Mike, your mother saw me practically naked. She knows we had sex. She found my panties in the kitchen! What’s she going to think of me?”
She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. “What if your dad was the one who found my panties?”
“Sydney.”
“Okay. This is what we’ll do. I’ll sneak out. I’ll go home to change and then come to the front door. Your mom will be confused, but maybe we can convince her it was all a dream!”
“Sydney! Do you like your eggs over easy or medium?” my mother called up from downstairs.
“Over medium!” Sydney called back and then slapped her forehead with a groan. “Shit! Shit!”