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"What time will you be home?" she asked, sensing his embarrassment.

"Umm. I can get off early if you want."

"Really?" she sounded pleasantly surprised. "Will they let you?"

"I'm ahead on my work. I've been working late recently rather than coming home and thinking about..." He trailed off.

She nodded in understanding. "I'll tell you what. How about we stay in tonight? I'll cook us something delicious and, afterwards, we can watch a movie or something." She gave him a suggestive wink.

"S-sure," Evan stammered.

As soon as he was ready, Olivia handed him a container with pancakes. "Oh, and don't forget the syrup!"

"Thanks!" He was about to lean in and give her a kiss on the cheek, as was customary, but hesitated. "Should I kiss her on the lips? Or avoid it altogether?" he pondered.

She beat him to it, pecking him on his cheek. "Have a great day at work, darling!"

As promised, Evan got off early and was home by four in the afternoon.

"Hi, Evan!" his mother greeted him cheerfully. "You're a bit earlier than I expected. I'm still cooking. Are you hungry?"

"I'm okay," he replied.

"Hey!" she exclaimed. "Take off those dirty shoes! I just washed the floor!"

Shrinking back, he complied, kicking off his sneakers.

"I did all your laundry," Olivia added. "And cleaned the bathroom too."
"Thanks."

"It was pretty filthy! Don't you ever clean?"

"Erm." Evan wavered, shrugging. "Do you need any help?"

"No, not anymore. I'm just about finished here. Don't worry." She waved a dismissing hand. "Go and just relax!"

Evan walked over to the couch, picked up his laptop and plopped down to unwind. While browsing the web, he couldn't help but keep glancing towards the kitchen. He watched his mom while she bustled at the stove. She wore some simple sweatpants and a plain t-shirt, but even such casual clothing looked good on her. He could easily make out the way her abundant curves filled those pants, or how her heavy breasts jiggled and danced inside the loose shirt.

"I'm a pervert," he thought, feeling his cock react. "I'm getting aroused by simply looking at my mother."

In the end, he forced himself to stop looking, else he'd get a full-blown erection.

"Food's almost done!" Olivia announced, wiping her hands with a kitchen towel. "Oowee, I'm all sweaty! I need to take a shower. Evan, honey. Can you do me a favor and set the table?"

"Sure thing, mom," he replied, slamming the lid of his laptop shut.

While his mom showered, Evan got out the plates and silverware, and arranged them on the small kitchen table. He decided to change, to put on a nice shirt and pants for dinner.

"I hope you're hungry!" Olivia's voice rang out as she walked out of the bathroom. She was already changed into a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a thin shirt that showed off her breasts provocatively.

"Uh-huh," he muttered, fighting not to stare at her goods.

Evan helped his mother serve the food -- steak and steamed veggies -- and they sat down to eat across from each other.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" Olivia exclaimed suddenly. "I picked us up some wine, to go with the meat." She dashed off, returning with a bottle and two glasses. "Will you do the honors?"

Like a sommelier, Evan uncorked the bottle and carefully poured the wine.

They ate in silence for several minutes, enjoying the juicy, savory flavor of the meat.

That gave Evan's mind enough time to wonder, recalling the images of last night. There was no longer any doubt that he enjoyed the intimacy with his mom, but he also couldn't quite make peace with the moral aspect of it. "Where would it even go?" he wondered. "We can't have a real relationship. Hell, I don't even know if she would even want that!" He chewed pensively, staring down at his plate. "And there's dad! How can I look at him the same? God! What have I gotten myself into?"

"Is everything alright?" Olivia asked, as if sensing a disturbance.

"Yes. No... Uh! I don't know. I have a lot on my mind."

"Is it about us?"

"It is."

"Don't think too much about it, honey. You'll drive yourself nuts."

"But mom!" he looked at her. "How can I not think about it? I have no idea what it means or how to deal with it. What are we now? And what does it all mean going forward?"

She sighed. "You are right. I suppose we should figure a few things out." She put her fork down and looked him straight in the eye. "You know that I love you more than anything, Evan." She sounded servious and frank. "You're my first born and my only son. I've seen you grow up from a cute little boy to an anxious young man. I've watched you struggle through life and it breaks my heart. All I've ever wanted was for you to be happy, financially secure, and settle down with a good woman to start a family. But you've always been your own self. You've done things differently from what I'd hoped and it led you to where you are now." She exhaled deeply. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be harsh. I just wish things worked out better for you in life."

Evan listened attentively, his forehead lined by a frown.

"There's still hope, of course," she continued. "You're still young and have lots of time. Right now, my responsibility is to help get you out of this rut. By god, I resolved to help in any way that I could. And if right now it means being your sexual partner, I'll do it without question."

"You're saying it like it's a burden," he muttered.

"Well," she said, unsmiling. "Let's be honest here. I haven't been with anyone besides your father in a really long time. To top that off, there's the troublesome fact that you're my son." She took a deep breath and forced a smile. "But you know I like to look on the bright side of things. I haven't had sex like this since... Oh, let's just say since I married your father. I mean, I'm having multiple orgasms! That has to tell you something."

Evan nodded in acknowledgement. "But what does it all mean? What are we?"

She grinned. "A mother and a son."

"You know what I mean!"

"What would you like us to be?"

He shrugged.

"Yes," she agreed. "Better not overcomplicate it. If you want, I can come back soon and stay with you longer."

"What about dad?"

She snorted a laugh. "He'll likely be glad to have the house all to himself. Besides, I'm sure he'll understand that our son needs some extra attention right now."

Evan's eyes held onto hers. "And what if someone finds out?"

She reached out and put a hand on his. "We'll just have to be careful, won't we? Besides, it's not like I know anyone in this city."

Evan averted his gaze and appeared thoughtful.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"I don't know, mom. Is it worth the risk?"

"There you go again! Look, I'm doing this to help you be confident and to get you into a routine of having an active sex life." She paused. "Unless you don't want to..."

He looked back at her. "You're a beautiful woman, mom. And in really good shape. Of course I want to, but I'm just not sure if... it's the right thing."

"Maybe it isn't," she sighed. "But we don't always do what is right in life."

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm being a downer. I'm really thankful for all you've done. You're the best mother a guy could ask for."

"Oh, Evan! That's so sweet!" She looked emotional for a moment, her eyes moistening. "And you are the best son a mother could ask for." She reached up and touched his cheek. "I'm glad that we can talk about this. It makes things much easier." She glanced down at his plate. "Do you want seconds?"

Evan shook his head. "I'm full."

He helped her clear the table, then went to pick out a movie for them to watch while she loaded the dishwasher. He chose a comedy, thinking that a bit of laughter could help brighten the mood. When Olivia was done with the dishwasher, she refilled their wine glasses and joined him on the couch. She settled in, at his side, and they started the movie.

Evan felt awkward at first. It was weird watching a movie with his mother after everything that's happened in the past couple of days. He didn't know if he should put his arm around her, hold her hand, or pretend like nothing ever happened. The movie was decent and it soon absorbed all of his attention. He settled for just being close to her, sitting side by side.

About half-way through the movie, Olivia asked if she could lay down. Evan didn't object and, to his surprise, she chose to put her head on his lap. She stretched her body out, letting her legs dangle off the side of the couch.

With her head resting on his crotch, it wasn't long before Evan's cock began to waken. He tried to fight it, focusing all his attention on the movie, but it was to no use. In short order, he had a full-blown erection, his cock straining against the front of his pants.

His reaction didn't escape her. She lifted her head and looked down. "Did I do that?"

He nodded.

Olivia raised an eyebrow. "I'm glad I can still have that effect on men." She sat up and rubbed his thigh. "You know, I'm still pretty sore after last night."

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

"Don't be sorry, silly. It's a good thing. I just haven't been sexually active lately." She smirked. "I'll tell you what. How about I use my mouth tonight? I promise, I'll make it worth your while."

"Umm," he faltered. "I haven't showered after work yet."

"It's okay." She was already undoing the front of his pants. "I don't mind."

Several moments later, his cock was freed from its confines, standing up at attention.

"Oh, boy!" she gasped. "You're really hard already! You must have a lot pent up inside of you." She stared at his erection for a moment. Twitching and throbbing, it seemed to curve upward, arching up at her. "You know, last time I saw it, you were around eleven or twelve. I have to say, it has grown quite nicely since then." Wrapping her hand around his cock, she began to stroke it with fluent motions. Her eyes were locked on it, her lips curling into a seductive smirk.

She looked up at him and leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. Evan gulped and opened his mouth in return. Their mouths met, her lips pressing against his. Her warm breath, tasting of wine, filled his mouth. Her tongue flicked out, teasing him with its tip. Slowly, their lips locked together as they began kissing passionately.

Evan's heart beat rapidly in his chest, his cock was diamonds, as he realized this was their first time actually kissing. Even though his cock has been inside of her on several occasions, this seemed more personal and intimate. Her mouth was so warm and welcoming that Evan felt like he was melting inside. It became obvious that he was less experienced than her, but her skillful tongue, twirling in his mouth, was making up for the difference. Their kiss had turned into a full-blown make out, as they liberally swapped saliva. Her hand had temporarily stopped stroking him, as she moaned softly while they kissed.

Evan's passion was swelling up inside of him, growing into frantic lust. "I want her," he thought. "All to myself."

Just then, she broke their kiss and tightened her grip on his cock. Squeezing it, she peeled his foreskin all the way back then plunged her mouth onto it.

Evan couldn't help but groan the moment he felt her mouth engulf him. Right away, she began sucking him off energetically, bobbing her head up and down, trying to fit as much of his length as she could before sliding her lips up to his glans. With each downstroke she took more and more of his cock, causing herself to begin to gag from time to time.

"Mmm," she moaned, as she twisted her head, twirling her mouth round his cock. "I just love how you taste," she purred, tearing her lips away for just a moment.

Evan sat, watching her with eyes wide open, unsure of what he should be doing or saying. He knew he wasn't going to last long under her onslaught. He touched the back of her head and gently stroked her hair. "Mom. I'm going to cum pretty soon."

"Hmm," she hummed, speeding up at the sound of his words.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, deciding to just enjoy the best blowjob of his life. It no longer bothered him that it happened to be his mother that was bestowing it upon him. With rising euphoria, he listened to her soft moans mixed with the sloshing sounds of her mouth.

"Oh, mom!" he gasped, as his cock began to tingle. His tip felt bloated, like it was about to burst, his balls churned like small turbines.

"Uh-huh," she hummed, anticipating his climax. "Uh-huh!"

"Argh!" he grunted, grabbing a handful of her hair and thrusting his hips up.

She gagged, choking, as he began shooting load after load into her throat. He held her head firm, pumping his cock hard at her. She gasped and coughed, but did not fight against his hold. He came so much that she could not keep up with swallowing all of it. His cum, mixed with her spit, came spilling out of her mouth.

When his balls had finally emptied, his body relaxed and he sunk into the couch. As soon as he loosened his hold on her, she raised her head and gasped for air. Evan opened his eyes and watched her wipe her semen-covered chin with the back of her hand. Her face was flushed red and her eyes were watering.

"I told you," she coughed, recovering, "that I'd make it worth your while."

He smiled lazily in response.

She leaned back next to him and they sat together in silence while Evan's cock shrunk, twitching, from exertion. Yet again, his orgasmic afterglow was followed by an onset of doubt. Noticeably, it wasn't as bad as before, but he couldn't help but feel a remorseful pang.

"How pitiful am I?" he asked himself. "Letting my mom service me like this. I'm despicable!" And yet having her so close to him felt good. Her body emanated that reliable, motherly warmth. Her pleasant scent took him back to his childhood, easing his anxiety. He did not want to leave the comfort of her embrace, but he was beginning to realize how ridiculous the sight he made -- sitting on the couch, his flaccid cock out, with his mother next to him. He wondered what people would think if they saw them like that.

Olivia sat up, throwing him a glance. "You better take a shower."

"Right," he agreed. "Good idea." He tucked his cock back into his pants and scurried to the bathroom.

When he came out after the shower, his mother was already in bed wearing her pajamas. She didn't even look up at him, reading some book.

Evan suddenly felt worried that something might be wrong.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

She looked from her book. "Of course. Why do you ask?"

"I hope that," he indicated towards the couch, "it wasn't over the top."

She cocked her head to one side. "It certainly was rougher than I was expecting," she said. "I nearly choked."

"I'm sorry," Evan muttered an apology.

"Don't worry, dear." Her lips curled into a smirk. "If that's what gets you off, I can play along." She winked at him and returned to her reading.

Satisfied, Evan got in bed. "Good night, mom," he said, pulling up the blanket.

"Good night, dear."

***

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" his mom's voice woke him the next morning. "You'll be late for work."

Evan opened his eyes. She stood over him in her pajamas.

"You didn't set the alarm," she added. "And we both slept in."

Evan glanced at the clock. It was already nine. "Damn!" he cursed, tossing the covers off. "I have to hurry!"

Ten minutes later, Evan was dressed and ready to leave.

"Sorry, I didn't make you breakfast this morning," she said. "Here. At least, drink some orange juice."

He took the glass of juice from her and gulped it down.

"What time will you be home today?" she asked.

"Probably around five. But I can try to get off earlier."

"No, five is good. I thought that maybe we could do something fun tonight. Like go to a yoga class."

"Yoga?"

"Yes, I saw a cute studio nearby. If you end up liking it, we could sign you up for a membership."

Frowning, Evan handed her back an empty glass.

"Lots of women your age go to yoga," she added. "Good place to meet someone."

His frown deepened.

"You need to get back out on the dating scene, Evan." She batted her eyelashes at him theatrically. "Can't rely on your mother forever."

He nodded pensively. "Alright. Tonight after work then?"

"Don't be late!" she chirped. "We can get a bite to eat afterwards."

At work, Evan kept replaying their morning conversation. "What's this yoga and women of my own age all about?" he wondered. "Is she having second thoughts?" Such questions swirled in his head, keeping him from focusing on his work. "Gah! What am I thinking? Only a few days ago, I would think her proposal was perfectly normal. Have I become this pathetic?"

He also thought back on the blowjob she gave him last night. He didn't mean to be so rough with her, he just got excited in the moment. She seemed rather eager to please him, and he wanted to participate. "By holding mom's head down and choking her with my cock?" he asked himself, shaking his head. "I think I've been watching too much porn lately."

That afternoon, he got home on time. His mother greeted him at the door, already wearing a pair of yoga pants that hugged her curves tightly, with a snug tank top from which her cleavage swelled.

"How was work?" she asked.

"Good, good," he replied, sneaking a peek at her tits. "I see that you're all geared up."

"Yes! Are you excited?"

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, very."

"What?"

"No, nothing."

"Okay, well, hurry up and change into something more fitting. We don't want to be late!"

Half an hour later they were in the yoga class. It wasn't a big studio, consisting of a single, mid-sized room. Most of the attendees were women, with only one other guy present. Evan was in the second row, right next to his mom, with several younger girls in front of him.

Seeing other women made Evan forget about his mother for a time. That was until they changed to a pose that caused him to face her from the back. They were instructed to lean forward and bend slowly at the hips. As everyone obeyed, Evan's eyes came level with his mother's ass. Her skintight pants left little to the imagination. The well-developed swells of her ass and the prominent mound of her pussy were right up in his face. He could even make out the billowing contours of her outer labia. He immediately forgot all about the younger girls, his eyes glued to his mother's rear. There was something soothing, something comforting about the sight. Perhaps it was because he now knew that he could have her whenever he desired, that she would never reject him. As long as he could remember, she was always there for him, always willing to make him happy. And now, she made him happy in a special and unusual way.

"Apparently, until I find someone else," he thought. "But what if I never find anyone? Will she be okay with us doing it forever?"

His attention was returned to the present by yet another change in poses. He was facing the front of the room again, but he couldn't get his mother off his mind. His eyes were inexplicably drawn to her. Sure, she was older than most of the other women in the room, but to him she was undoubtedly the most beautiful. Aside from her big breasts and voluptuous figure, she was also the most caring and loving woman that he knew.

"The fuck am I thinking?" Evan cursed himself. "Of course, she is. She's my mother, for god's sake!" And yet, he couldn't deny his inexplicable, growing attraction to her.

"Okay, class!" the yoga instructor finally announced. "That's all for today. Namaste!"

"Namaste!" echoed the room.

Evan helped his mother put away the yoga equipment and followed her out of the door.

"What did you think?" she asked him as they stepped outside.

"I haven't done yoga in a long time, " replied Evan, rubbing his lower back. "I've forgotten all of the poses."