Jake had amazingly finished his sandwich and I the dishes when I turned to him. “Now then, shall we make our way upstairs? Just a couple of boxes and you’re free.”
Jake didn’t immediately answer, but eventually cleared his throat, clearly at a loss for words, then said “Sure mom. I’m just going to let my stomach settle for a minute. You go on up. I’ll be there soon.”
I grinned at him and said “alright baby, you take your time.” with a wink, then headed up the stairs. As soon as I cleared the top step I immediately reached under my dress, pushing my thong aside to massage my clit. I was unusually sensitive on account of my overactive libido and juices were leaking down my legs more freely as I worked myself to a quick orgasm, squirting onto my hand. After this I perversely brought my fingers to my mouth, sucking my own cum from them ruefully at the thought that my own boy had inadvertently caused this first tingling orgasm to spread through me.
I quickly reached down and moved my thong back into place as I heard Jake’s first step onto the stairs and then rushed toward the ladder to the attic. I’d considered going to the restroom first to clean up, but decided against it.. I would let him see my wet mess, let him fantasize about his mother, and let him wonder if I was doing all of these things on purpose… Which of course would have been obvious to an older man.
I climbed the ladder and reached up to the door on the ceiling, opening the entrance to the attic and waving my hand to clear the cloud of dust that it left in its wake. My legs were about shoulder width apart, as wide as I could get them on the ladder, and looked down to yell “Jake, over here dear, I’ll drop them down to you.”
“Alright” he said weakly. He must have been having a difficult time forming words, because all of his responses since the kitchen seemed to resonate with nervous energy. I heard him gasp after he’d reached the bottom of the ladder, and I grinned as I bent forward to grab the first box. I felt the thong tight enough against my crotch to create what must have been a very nice, slimy camel-toe. My top half was in the attic, and my legs were down just below on the second to top step. I turned and looked down at him.
“Here’s the first one dear. It’s not too terrible. I’ll drop it to you.” I said. His mouth was hanging open and there was a little bit of moisture on his nose. I imagined a bit of my cum must have dripped onto his face from my wet legs or the thong while he was waiting. I waited until he seemed to come to his senses enough to catch a box before dropping it to him. He caught it effortlessly. His muscles were so beautiful. Even as he caught the box his arms and shoulders flexed like they were chiseled from stone underneath his T-shirt, and I wanted him even more. He leaned down to set it down as I reached in for another box, bending even further this time to reach it. I took a sharp intake of breath as I felt my wet thong slip in between my lower lips. I’d clearly bent over too far, and while I hadn’t planned to give him THIS much of a show, I blushed happily as I heard him mumbling something similar to “oh my god”. Like a wash cloth wringing out water, my warm juices dripped from the thong’s fabric as it scrunched together into my pussy, and I almost hoped it’d have landed right into his gaping mouth.
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