Chapter 198 Housing Mom(6)

• I just smiled as I thought of all the effort that Mom went through to make this happen. I had a nagging thought from the beginning that there was no way she would just hook one of her coworkers up for sex, especially not in her son's house. I know Mom can walk silently through the house, so I only heard the footsteps she wanted me to hear. "Angela" never spoke a word. I never heard her car pull up, or start again when she left, even though I could hear cars pass on the street. Mom had plenty of time to hop in the running shower and get that perfume off of her. Lastly, the tone of voice I heard in the muffled orgasms was a little too familiar...
• I put the boxes back in Mom's wastebasket and decided to leave them there so she could go on thinking that she had pulled off her grand deception. I decided that the sweetest way to handle this, was going to be by letting her have her victory, and then catching her the next time that she tried it.
• I kept my cool over the next few days. Mom and I chatted when we had time together, and it had become common conversation now for us to chat about sexual topics. She didn't like to talk about her experiences or desires nearly as much as she wanted to hear about mine.