Mom’s Expecting Male Company
Mom hadn’t bothered to shut her door. She did that quite often like she didn’t care that I got to hear the sex noise coming from the bedroom. . .
I usually know the days when my Mom is expecting company at home. Usually male company; she has few female friends, and neither knows the sort of woman my Mom is behind closed doors.
Those are the days she gives the house a thorough cleaning. Watching her hard at work, you would think she was a real-estate agent about to put the house on the market. She doesn’t allow me to assist much except to help move the furniture about and discard the trash bags once she has finished. What makes things peculiar is her attire whenever she does this activity.
My Mom prefers cleaning while naked, or in her underwear only. On numerous occasions, she wore some exotic costume, like a French maid’s outfit, and I would observe her cleaning the floor. She would clean the floor deftly clean the floor while on her knees with her butt sticking up behind her, and I would observe that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Most often, I look away out of embarrassment. A few times, I’ve suggested that she be decent, but she would pay me no mind. Once, she said if I had a problem with her outfit, I should go and stay with my Dad and leave her be. That was impossible, as my Dad was married to another woman and wanted nothing to do with me. Mom was all I had, and vice versa.
Besides her maid costume, she sometimes vacuumed the living room in her bra and panties while her phone played her favourite music playlist. I would pretend not to notice her and go about my business.
