Anna walked down the hallway and into the guest room. "It doesn't look too bad." She said as she looked around the somewhat cluttered room. Although it was meant to be an extra bed room it only had one small dresser, a closet which she did not believe he ever actually opened and a single bed. The room looked like it was partly used for a storage area for his extra junk and the sheets on the bed looked like someone had just thrown them on the matress. Anna gathered the sheets off the bed and headed towards the laundry room. There was no way she was going to be sleeping on dirty old sheets.
Their mother raised her eyebrows looking impressed as he flexed his muscles in front of her. She watched him sitting on the couch and caught the tip of his cock peaking out his shorts. Mentally she blushed and then forced her eyes to travel up his shorts, his chest, then face, as she scolded herself for looking at her son in such a way. "Is there something you wanted to talk about?" She asked her son curiously as she walked over and sat on the couch, crossing one of her legs over the other.