Breakfast, Lunch, and Supper


He merely stared at me with his mouth gaping, his eyes falling slowly to my breasts. My nipples were clearly outlined, and I followed his gaze to notice that one of them had managed to set itself free from the dress in my rush to the bottom of the ladder. I took a step back from him and quickly adjusted my dress "Oopsie..." I said serenely with a smile. "Have fun baby"

I turned from him then, retreating to my bedroom as he retreated to his. We slammed our bedroom doors at the same time, and I collapsed onto my bed, throwing my legs open and reaching down to plunge my fingers into myself. I fingered myself for probably an hour and a half. I had more orgasms than I ever remembered as I moaned my boys name softly, knowing he was in his bedroom masturbating to thoughts of his sexy mother.


I made supper that night alone, as Jake hadn't left his bedroom once since my silent seduction. I had changed into some daisy duke shorts and a tank top, both of which showed of my figure nicely, but not as seductively as the dress I had worn earlier. I didn't think I should push my luck tonight, it was already 8 and I knew my husband was going to be home after 10, and if I tried to get Jake to fuck me we'd be up well past then.

When the casserole I had thrown together was done I yelled up the stairs "Jake, get down here and eat son, I want to have the kitchen cleaned up before your father comes home."

Jake made his way down to the kitchen silently, he must have been having the same inner battle as I had given up on because he was quiet through supper, giving mostly one word answers and keeping his eyes down as he ate,

"Jake, dear.. is something bothering you sweetheart?" I asked finally after ten minutes of this. He looked up at this question, his eyes lingering at my bra-less tits beneath my tank top for a moment before coming up to catch mine.

"No... I mean... just a lot on my mind mom... I think I just need to get some sleep" he said finally, he was such a smart boy.. and so good at avoiding the subject haunting him. I stretched a long, smooth leg out under the table, my bare foot rubbing gently against his ankle.

"I understand honey... I have a lot on my mind too.." I said very lustfully, my big toe playfully tracing up his leg under his pajama pants. "Tell you what sweetheart... tomorrow morning I'll make you your favorite breakfast..." our gazes were locked together as I moved my foot only higher up his leg "you get some sleep sweetheart" I finished, pulling my foot back and watching him sweat. I smiled blissfully as he nodded.

he coughed to clear his throat, then said "I have like 4 favorite breakfasts mom, your a great cook.. anything will be fine"

"Oh... it will be your favorite" I said slyly with a wink, and with that he gave me a confused look, and seemed to give up on trying to understand what was going on as he scooted back.

"right.. well... thanks for supper mom" he said, standing and turning at the exact same time, allowing me only to catch a brief glimpse at the enormous tent in his pajama pants before he rushed to his bedroom again.

I swallowed hard, my heart was a pounding so hard in my chest that I didn't know if I should stand right away. I had it all mapped out in my mind, I felt very confident that I had him in my web, as I was no novice at the art of seduction. I did feel guilty that this was my own offspring, but it also made me want this all the more, and I wouldn't deny myself this selfish desire. I quickly cleaned the kitchen, leaving a plate in the fridge for Chuck and heading up to bed.


The next morning began the same as the first, except when I walked past the bathroom beside Jake's room I already heard the shower running. Smiling, I whispered to myself "a little motivation goes a long way I apparently." at the fact that he didn't need my help waking up at all. He must have been curious about breakfast, and I had a naughty little plan. This morning I wore only, and I mean only, a shorter silk black robe, tied tightly at my toned waist, a little bit of blush to subtract a year or two from my middle age, and bright red lipstick. I'd curled my long, silky black hair just enough that it resembled a young Madonna do.

When I reached the kitchen I started a pot of coffee and made some pancakes for Chuck, but not enough for Jake, as I had a different plan for my sexy little man. I was happy that I didn't even have to wake him up early to ensure he'd beat his father down to the kitchen. When breakfast was done I placed a plate of food and a cup of coffee at Chucks end of the table beside the newspaper, then took a seat at my end. I reached down and stroked my pussy gently, I was already dripping wet "Mmmmm.." I moaned softly to myself with my eyes closed, thinking about that huge cock I'd seen the morning previous.

Jake made his way down to the kitchen in a pair of shorts, apparently he hadn't decided on a shirt yet because his gorgeous body was on display, I could help but stare at his abs as he walked in. He paused as he entered, staring at me all done up for a moment, then said "M..morning mom.. whats for breakfast?"

"Sit down Jake." I said simply, pointing to his chair beside me as I heard the upstairs shower in mine and Chucks bedroom turn on. Jake obeyed me nervously, taking his seat and looking to me confused and without a meal before him. I spoke very softly "Mommy wants to have a talk with you...", referring to myself as such for the first time since Jake was 9 or 10.

"Um.. alright... whats wrong mom... did I do something?" he stammered, staring into my dark brown eyes as I watched his intensely

"No love... but you're going to. You've always been the best son a mother could ask for... I feel terrible about this, but I need you to do something for me."

I brushed my hand against the table, keeping his eyes locked into mine, sweeping my fork onto the floor, where it landed beside my foot. I inconspicuously nudged it with my heel so it slid right beneath my chair and said in a sweet, innocent tone "Oops... I dropped my fork... would you mind getting that for me son...?"

I saw Jake swallow hard, but he nodded slowly and bent down, disappearing under the new tablecloth, which I had made sure was long enough to almost touch the floor. I smiled to myself evilly, parting my legs slowly. My robe fell open completely at the bottom, displaying a tight, nicely shaved, soaked, and glistening vagina to my only son... this was the moment of truth, and I was still completely confident. I heard a thud, his head must have hit the top of the table when he'd noticed my wet entrance, and I said "I think it's under my chair dear... you'll have to move a bit closer." Then widening my legs a bit more as an invitation.

"R-right.." stuttered Jake, crawling toward me. I felt his shoulder brush against my shin and reached under the table, brushing my fingers through his thick hair to the back of his head.

"Eat your breakfast, baby" I said in a motherly command as I wordlessly guided him toward me, careful not to exert much of my own effort, until I felt his mouth sink in between my lower lips. I groaned as Jake stuffed his tongue into me, moving it up and down between my slit and twirling about my clit with experience I had not expected. "Mmmm... That's it honey..."

Just then I heard Chuck heading down the stairs, and Jake backed away in what I assumed was panic, but I held strong to his head, pulling his face back into my crotch and moaned "Keep eating like a good boy, mommy will handle this"

"Morning dear" Said Chuck as he entered, sitting routinely in his seat across from his wife, completely unaware that their son was three feet in front of him with his tongue dancing between his mothers legs.

I smiled sweetly and sighed "Mmmm... Morning honey... sleep good?" I asked, my juices flowing freely down Jake's chin as he fucked me gently with his tongue.

"Yeah, just fine I suppose. Where's Jake at? I saw his door open, figured he was down here with you."

Jake stopped for a moment, but I clasped my fingers into his thick hair and pulled his face a little tighter against my cunt as I responded "I'm not sure, he was just down here a moment ago, but then he disappeared to eat his breakfast" I smiled at this witty answer to his question, feeling Jake's tongue plunge into me and gasping softly, did Jake have a tongue ring? Such a naughty boy... momma was going to have to check.

"Oh, damn kid cant even sit at breakfast and eat anymore..." he said absently as he read his newspaper and sipped his coffee.

"Don't be so hard on him dear, he said he didn't feel well today... I may keep him home from school, he didn't look so good.. It may be better if I just took care of him today,"

"You're too soft on the kid, but with his grades I'm not about to worry about it. Anyway, I better head off to work."

"Mmmm Sure dear!" I said a little too loudly as I felt an orgasm spasm through me, cum spraying into my sons mouth and down his face from my ecstatic entrance.

Chuck gave me an odd look, but seemed to dismiss it and leaned down to kiss me, I kissed him back routinely as ever, but smiled with a satisfaction I hadn't had in years "Have a good day dear, tell Jake to feel better" he said.

"Oh I'll make sure he feels good before you get home, don't worry.." I responded. Chuck nodded and waved, heading out the front door and leaving for the day.

I pulled the tablecloth up, looking down to my only son and admiring the cum dripping down his chin and over his muscular chest and grinning to him as he stared up at me in disbelief "What a naughty boy you are, Jake, making mommy cum like that in front of your father. Was breakfast yummy?" I said with a wink.

"My favorite, mom, just like you said..." responded Jake with a weak smile "So I'm not going to school today, am I?"

"Oh no, son, certainly not... you're going to be a momma's boy today... I'm going to make you feel good just like I told your father... and before the end of the day, you're going to fuck your mother with that beautiful, hard cock hiding under those shorts." I said simply, never leaving his eyes.

"Jesus christ mom... I can't believe this is happening, I never thought I would want anyone this bad" he responded

I smiled down to him, cocking my head to the side to admire his handsome, wet face again and saying warmly "It wont be a passing thing, son... I'm going to make you wait all day... I want you to appreciate what mommy is going to do for you, I want it to be the best you've ever had...". With that I reached up from his head slowly, taking the tie about my waist and gently tugging it. The silk bow easily came undone. My robe dropped open, my pale, naked body completely on display to my only son, and draped the belt around his neck. I scooted my chair back and pulled him with me gently, he did not resist, and we stood together. The bulge in his pants was overwhelmingly large, and I knew it would be difficult not to fuck him the moment I saw it. I turned then, using the belt as a sort of leash I dragged him with me, and he followed obediently. I took him all the way upstairs and into my bedroom, shutting the door behind us and then turning to my son, my breasts swaying as I did, and I pulled him against me, my tits squishing against his muscular chest.

Mother and son clashed in a deep, slimy kiss whose company included my cum from his breakfast. His hands explored my tight body. one hand groped my right tit, the other powerfully stroking my wet entrance with a skilled middle finger. "Mmmmm" I moaned loudly against his lips as our tongues danced together, and I reached down, ripping his shorts open desperately enough to pop off the button and bring the zipper to its base. I let go of his shorts, which fell to the ground, and pushed back against his shoulders, looking into his eyes intensely and pointing to mine and his fathers bed. "Get those boxers off and lay down mister" I ordered with narrowed eyes, I wasn't about to lose control now, it took all my will power not to look down at the ten plus inches of meat that would eventually fill me to a point I'd never experienced.

Jake obeyed, quickly dropping his boxers and kicking them aside before laying back onto the bed. I wasted no time in throwing my robe to the floor and jumping onto him, straddling his waist and leaning against him to kiss him again with a deepness a mother and son should never share. I ground my hot, soaked pussy against his huge cock, feeling the shaft glide back and forth against my aching hole. I whispered against his lips "You want to fuck momma, don't you baby?

"Yes, god yes mom" he responded desperately as he ground his cock up against my crotch to match each of my teasing movements.

"hmmm.. you've been a bad boy though, not telling mommy about that tongue ring.. a very bad little man, you don't get to have mommy until she's had her fill of that little instrument in your mouth..." I said back to him, grinning widely. Then without warning I shifted my position, turning around completely with my knees on either side of his head, then looked down between my cleavage, his enormous rod brushing against my hair, and said "twenty times... twenty times you make your mother cum with that tongue of yours, and you can have me." I declared mercilessly, then mounted his face, grinding my pussy against his mouth blissfully.

I groaned loudly as I felt his tongue plunge deeper into me now than it was able to previously under the kitchen table, then I turned my head up. My ruby lips met his rock hard cock immediately, I was surprised again at how big he was as this was unintentional, but not regretted. I kept my lips firmly together but pushed my head forward, relishing every moment as my sons huge penis slid into my mouth tightly. Skillfully I nearly reached the shaft, his cock filling my throat hole as I sucked eagerly, swallowing so that my throat muscles massaged the head before I pulled back.

I kept that motion going, sucking my boy's cock into my mouth over and over while he ate away at my eager cunt, his tongue twirling about my clit and hole unpredictably, his chin moving up and down against me as I ground my pussy at his face. I'd already cum all over his mouth and chin twice now, and he was surely counting his way toward fucking his mother. I sucked hard, purposefully, and finally stream after stream of hot white cum exploded into my throat. My son had stopped progress on my pussy now long enough to gasp, thrusting his hips against my face, squirting his seed down my throat as I sucked every last drop of him.

With a belly full of cum I let his cock flop from my mouth and ground my pussy down against his face again "Keep it up, eighteen more honey, eat mommy good" I panted. This seemed to bring him back to square one, and though his cock had softened for a moment, it was hard as a rock again and his tongue was working its magic inside of me.

Hours of this passed, the orgasms were coming more slowly, he had cum in my mouth again three more times, and he only had two more orgasms to give me before I'd give him a break. Just then the phone rang, and I sat up, pressing my ass down onto my son's face, my pussy lips spreading wide enough to allow Jake deeper entry with his pierced tongue as I reached over to answer the phone.

"H..Hello?" I panted against the receiver, grinding my hips as my son continued to work.

"Hey dear, whats the matter? You sound out of breath." responded Chuck's voice from the other side

"Oh.. Oh God, it's nothing dear, just doing some.. nngh, chores around the house" I said. Jake was being a bad boy, doing extra good while I was talking to his father on the phone. I kept bucking my hips against his talented tongue as I listened for my husbands response.

"Oh alright. Well how's Jake doing?"

"Oh god Chuck, he's doing Soo good" I moaned, spraying my nineteenth river of cum into my sons mouth as I'd said this, and looking down to him past my bouncing tits. He was soaked, there was cum everywhere, I'd never get it cleaned before tonight, but I didn't care.

"Well that's great darling, I was thinking I'd head home a bit early tonight, maybe the three of us can watch a movie after supper" he said monotonously.

"Oh... well.. that sounds great dear..." I said, disappointed, even having slowed my movement against Jake's face just slightly, but his tongue continued to work, and when I slowed, he reached around my legs, pulling me against his face powerfully and I moaned loudly into the phone, watching his powerful muscles flex below me as I convulsed in the biggest orgasm I'd ever had, filling my sons mouth with my warm liquids and screaming against the phone "GOD... Jesus Christ.. I need to go Chuck, I'll see you when you come home!" and I quickly hung up the phone.

I lifted myself to my knees, looking down at him, strings of clear, juicy liquids stretching between his chin and mouth and my satisfied hole "You bad, bad boy! that was a terrible thing to do with your father on the phone, you'll give us away!"

"Sorry mom!" Jake grinned, but he wasn't sorry at all, I could tell by his hard cock and the mess we'd made throughout the day.

"Well... No matter.. your father is coming home early... so we have to take a break for awhile while I make supper.. you be patient like the son I've raised you to be, I have a little plan to keep your father out of this little affair of ours... you will have your mother tonight, just like I promised, Now go get cleaned up."

"Anything for you, mom" Jake said back wistfully, clearly in a state of forbidden lust that I was not about to be ashamed of. I smiled to the messy boy before moving off of him, walking nakedly to the closet and looking for something to wear...


A few hours had passed, Jake and I had showered and changed into clean clothing, I left the soaking mess up in my bed, as I didn't plan on letting Chuck make it up there tonight. Jake was wearing a clean pair of shorts and a fresh white T-shirt that was tight enough to show off his well toned body, which I reminded him of as frequently as he commented on how sexy I was. We would kiss occasionally, playfully goofing around like new lovers, but keeping it clean for the time being. I was wearing a skirt and a tank top. I felt so good in my body after being tongue fucked so thoroughly by my son that I couldn't stop smiling as I made supper. I had to make Jake go to the living room while I worked, as his presence made it hard for me to focus on anything. "Go play your x-box or something son, you're making momma all wet again and I don't want your father to notice." I had said, and he obeyed like a good boy.

Supper was ready within an hour, a delicious feast of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and a few other sides. I had the table set, each plate in its respective place at the table. There was a little something extra in Chucks serving of mashed potatoes that I had told Jake I would be adding. Four prescription sleeping pills ground and stirred in skillfully with butter and garlic.

Chuck came in not long after, making his way to the kitchen where Jake sat close to his mothers side of the table over his food which he hadn't started eating. I sat in my chair engaged in a completely well acted mother to son conversation about how sick he had been earlier. "Hey there kid, feeling better I expect?" said Chuck.

"Definitely dad, mom got me right back up to par..." responded Jake, smiling innocently "Even got some homework done"

"That a boy. What was all that commotion about on the phone earlier Sharon? Sounded like you were struggling with something." he asked as he seated himself at his end of the table, starting in at his food immediately.

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