Tyler blushed but also grinned, but he wiped the grin off his face when he spotted his mother's stern expression. If he only knew how much she was aching to feel his hands intimately on her body again. Her n*****s were once again swollen and forming obvious knots in her top.
"Well you're in charge of the dishes and kitchen cleanup tonight," she said. He looked relieved to be getting off easily. "And whatever else I think of later on," she added.
As always, they ate together at the dining table. It was a routine that developed after Tyler's father left. Janice never had to tell him he had to be home at a certain time for dinner. He always showed up no matter what was going on during the day. There were plenty of times he might've gone back out after eating, but it became an unspoken sort
