The sun had barely begun to peek through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as Marianne pushed open the door to her son's bedroom. She had always been an early riser, a habit she had never been able to shake, even after all these years.
As she stepped inside, her eyes immediately went to the tangled mess of blankets on the bed. She couldn't help but smile at the sight; it was just like her son to leave his bed in such disarray.
"James," she called out, her voice soft but firm. "It's time to get up for school."
But there was no response. She walked over to the bed and pulled back the blankets, revealing her son's sleeping form.
Marianne couldn't help but gasp at the sight that greeted her. There, under the thin fabric of his boxers, was James's morning wood, large and prominent. She felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks as she took in the sight, unable to tear her gaze away.
She cleared her throat loudly, hoping to cover up her momentary lapse in judgment. "Well, good morning to you too, sunshine," she said, trying to keep her voice light and airy.
James stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he woke up. He looked at his mother with a mix of embarrassment and confusion, his cheeks flushing a deep red.
Marianne raised an eyebrow, unable to resist teasing him just a little. "Looks like someone had a good night's sleep," she said, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
James tried to cover himself up, but his mother playfully swatted his hand away. "Don't be shy," she said. "It's just a part of growing up."
He groaned, rolling his eyes as he muttered, "Thanks for the pep talk, mom."
Marianne laughed, enjoying the playful banter between them. "Anytime," she said. "Now, let's get you dressed and ready for school."
As she helped him get ready, she couldn't help but tease him playfully about his "morning surprise." He groaned and complained, but there was a hint of a smile on his face.
Before leaving his room, she gave him a playful wink and said, "See you at breakfast."
He shook his head, muttering, "I can't believe I have the world's most embarrassing mother."
But deep down, he was grateful for her sense of humor and the comfortable relationship they shared. It was moments like these that he knew he could always count on his mother to be there for him, no matter what.
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