When the casserole I had thrown together was done I yelled up the stairs “Jake, get down here and eat sweetie! I want to have the kitchen cleaned up before your father comes home.”
Jake didn’t respond, but obediently made his way down to the kitchen. He must have been having the same inner battle that I gave up on shortly after I saw his massive erection that morning. He was quiet through much of our meal, 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 gaze 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…” he said, swallowing nervously. “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 that so obviously haunted 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 with a lusty undertone with 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 even higher up his leg “You get some sleep sweetheart.” I finished, pulling my foot back and watching him sweat. I gave a loving, motherly smile as he absentmindedly nodded.
He suddenly coughed to clear his throat, then said “I have like four favorite breakfasts mom. You’re a great cook.. anything will be fine.”
“Oh… it will be your favorite baby, trust me.” I said slyly with a wink, and with that he gave me a confused look, then seemed to give up on trying to understand what was going on as he scooted back.
“Right.. well… thanks for supper mom.” he said quickly, clearly in a rush to leave. He stood and turned 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 and men were very susceptible. I did feel guilty that this was my own offspring, but it also made me want this all the more. 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.
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The next morning began the same as the first, except when I walked past the bathroom beside Jake’s bedroom I heard the shower running already. 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 very 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 hair-do.
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