Straight into my room...naked. "Dom, what are you doing home?" "Good to see you too Mum. Umm, I could ask what you're doing in my room?" Before I got ...n answer out of my Mum, she must have realised that she was naked and standing right in front of me. Her bare arms, which were by her side, suddenly moved, one across her breasts, the other covered her pussy, which was void of any hair - that much I had managed to see. Mum mumbled something and turned, hurrying back to her room, at which point I. Finally her voice wound down though clearly not at the end of her talk as she was now staring down at my bulging robe where my erection though hidden was clear to imagine."I'm so, so sorry," I stammered."It happens," she said blushing."It shouldn't," I said blushing too. "But you're right it does." It doesn't happen to me ... usually," she said, her eyes glued to my bulging robe."I don't see why not," I replied. "Nothing wrong with your looks." (A little white lie, but excusable, I. She asked, "You mean you want to sleep out in the back and help me open up – at six in the morning? None of our countermen ever helped open up." I nodded. She said, "OK with me. I'll leave the back door unlocked so you can use the bathroom or if you want a midnight snack." She laughed at her last remark."You're trusting. You barely know me." I think I'm a good judge of character," She said with a laugh and toss of her head. "Don't disappoint me now, you hear?"I not only was at work on time, I. For it to work, though, I have to improve the appearance of my body."Then she glared at him and added, "As for the writing, I'm an English major and an excellent secretary. I'll help you with the papers, which is what I should have been doing all along. Instead, I spent all my time staring at the boob tube! You really have a sorry excuse for a wife, Kenneth Carlson!"Glaring at him she demanded, "Now answer my question, Ken. Do you want out?" I thought I answered that with my lips, darling. Of.