“What’s this?” she asked.
“I thought you wanted me to go away,” he answered weakly.
“All I meant was give me some space, not for you to move out,” she softly said, stepping forward and slipped her arms around his waist.
Tentatively he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even tighter against his chest.
“Are you mad at me for what I did?” he asked, his voice so low she barely heard him.
Tightening her arms around him she whispered, “No. I’m just confused about why you did it.”
“Because I love you,” he simply said, as if that answered everything.
“I love you, too,” she replied before breaking their embrace. “Now put that away and come into the kitchen, you can’t go to work on an empty stomach.”
Once Mark had left for work she remained sitting at the table mulling over what had transpired. Try as she might, she couldn’t deny that her son had given her the best orgasm of her life. She could still feel remnants of her fluids leaking from her pussy. Her husband had been a caring lover, but damn, she’d never shot off like that before. That thought caused a shudder to creep up her spine. With a heavy sigh she rose and proceeded to go about her normal routine. All through her workday her mind would recall the feel of her son’s finger in her cunt and the stiffness of his cock pressed against her ass. When this happened another shudder would shoot through her causing a huge smile to spread on her lips.
Mark wasn’t fairing any better with his own thoughts. He recalled how drenched his finger had been when he removed it from his mother’s pussy. He also remembered sucking his finger clean when he had gone back to his room, the taste of her juices still lingering on his tastebuds. He spent most of the day just trying to keep his dick from tenting out the front of his jeans. By the time he got home he had no choice. He went into the bathroom and stroked himself into a frenzy of unbridled euphoria. It took three times before he was finally sated.
When Lauren returned home she found him sitting on the couch still in his work clothes. She said hi, shot him a brilliant smile and walked to her bedroom. Deliberately leaving her door partially open she proceeded to remove her clothes. Once she had all but her pantyhose off she turned and looked at the open door. For reasons she didn’t understand she secretly hoped to see him standing there watching, but the doorway was empty. A slight twinge of disappointment flittered through her. She finished undressing then opted to just put on the same thing she was wearing that morning. A sense of expectation filled her as she made her way back to the front room, only to find it empty when she got there. Turning on the television she settled on the couch, one foot under her, and waited for Mark to come out of his room. She was quite surprised when twenty minutes later her son walked in the front door carrying a bag from McDonalds.
“Got you a fillet of fish,” he stated as he placed the bag on the coffee table.
“Thank you honey,” she said as she slid her leg out from under her and scooted to the edge of her seat.