When Tillman got home he found his mother dressed in her cotton night gown drinking a glass of water in the kitchen. She didn't look happy at first, but when she saw her son she smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Did you have fun?" she asked, her breasts swaying against the fabric of her gown when she moved.
"Yeah." He tore his eyes away feeling guilty about looking and guilty about the hard-on growing in his pants. "I'm tired," he said. "Gotta sleep."
"Remember, Sherona will be home tomorrow," his mother said. "Now don't give her shit, hear? Her divorce was tough enough without attitude from you."
"Yes, mom," he said, heading toward the stairs. "Goodnight." As he walked downstairs, he had a new source of guilt. Sherona, his 24 year-old sister, would be there all summer. Sherona, the cock teasing bitch who liked to leave the bathroom door half open when she bathed and then get all snotty when she caught one of her brothers peeking. Sherona, his oldest sister and the only one of his two sisters who had seen his hard dick.
As soon as he thought about her, he felt guilty about his confusion of thoughts. She pissed him off and excited him at the same time. Damn, he wished he was old enough to drink.
His mother climbed the stairs angry with her husband for falling asleep so early. He was never awake when she was ready, was he? Of course, he wasn't ready when he was awake, either, was he? Bastard might as well not have a dick.
As soon as she thought that, she felt guilty about the thought. She'd been trying to blame him for her lesbian excursion all week but wasn't succeeding. She was too smart to talk herself into thinking it was his fault. What she had to do was stop hinting and just say, "Come on and fuck me, Robert." She knew he'd respond to that. She just wanted him to say it first.
She took off her nightgown and got into bed, pressing herself up against his back and reaching around to fondle his flaccid cock and balls. Robert worked his teeth together a moment, then yawned and turned his face toward her. "Keep doing that and you're going to wake me up," he said, smiling, opening his legs and shifting to his back.
"If you want to sleep, you just go right ahead," she whispered. "All I need is a cock in me. Don't matter if you're awake to enjoy it."
Her husband laughed, turning further toward her. "Give me one of those titties," he said. "I'll decide if it's worth waking up."
Later, sated and wet with sweat and sex, they both lay thinking that it had been well worth waking him up. Robert wondered why she'd awakened him. It wasn't anything she normally did. But he was very glad to have his sleep disturbed.
Tania lay feeling that she'd made it up to him in some small way. She'd part of the debt for her transgression with those women, for not telling him about them, and for trying to blame him for it all week. It was a guilt fuck, but it was still a damn good fuck.