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 flattered that I didn’t 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. That or he was actually teasing me… which would be adorable. I couldn’t 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.. So what’s for breakfast?”
“Sit down Jake.” I said flatly, pointing to his chair beside me as I heard the upstairs shower in the master 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… what’s wrong mom… did I do something?” he stammered, staring into my dark brown eyes. I stared back into his intensely, silently savoring the gravity of what I was going to do.
Finally I said “No love… but you’re going to do something. You’ve always been the best son a mother could ask for… Part of me feels terrible about this, but I need you to do something for me.”
He simply stared at me, his expression now showing concern.
I brushed my hand against the table while holding his gaze, sweeping my fork onto the floor. 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, tossing the tablecloth over his head and crawling under the table. This was a new tablecloth I’d bought the week previous, and I really liked it. It was like one of those fancy restaurant tablecloths you see in the movies that nearly hits the floor and needs to drape over your lap. I smiled to myself evilly, but nervously, and parted my legs slowly, just enough to allow my pussy lips to part a little. My robe fell open completely at the bottom, displaying a tight, clean shaved, soaked, and glistening vagina to my only son… this was the moment of truth, but I was still very confident after the day before. I heard a thud, his head must have hit the top of the table when he’d noticed my wet entrance. I said, shakily “I-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.
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