Eric was sitting on the couch waiting for her. Sherry's pulse was racing, but when she saw the look on her son's face it raced even faster. His jaw actually dropped and he had trouble speaking. She blushed and felt even more naked than she looked.
Eric was freshly showered and sitting there in nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs and a T shirt. This wasn't unusual on nights they stayed home, but Sherry felt her breath catch in her throat when her son's hand briefly squeezed the crotch of his briefs.
"Mom. Wow. You look ... holy f**k you look so good."
"This is all your fault. I never would've bought this if you hadn't shoved me into that store."
"I'm glad I did. Come give me a better look."
"How do I let you talk me into these things," she said dramatically. But there was still th
