Justin walked downstairs, hobbling over slightly in a futile attempt to reduce the visibility of his excited state. His mother was finishing up at the stove, scooping eggs and bacon onto a plate. She’d put on an apron over her nightgown, and it accentuated her already noticeable features.
“Here you go honey.” She smiled at him, dropped a slice of buttered toast on the plate to complete the arrangement, and then passed it to him. Justin smiled back at her and felt a small part of him relax inside.
She’s still my mom, and things are still normal between this. It’s me and my hormones that are making things weird, not her.
“Thanks, mom,” he said.
“Is there any hot water left? I need to take a shower, too.”
“There should be.”
His mother nodded and headed upstairs. Justin sat down at the kitchen table and ate his meal slowly. He even started to calm down a little. There was snow outside for him to shovel, which would keep him busy and out of the house, and he could play video games in his room if things started to get weird again.
The shower started running upstairs. Justin finished his food and brought his plate over to the sink. He’d just begun to gather up his winter outerwear when he heard his mom’s voice from the bathroom.
“Justin? There’s no towel in here, can you grab me one?”
“Yeah, sure thing mom.”
He headed for the linen closet, grabbed a towel, and then went upstairs. He hesitated for a second before opening the door.
“Justin?” called his mom.
He took a deep breath, and opened the door a crack.
***
Steam spilled out from the bathroom, completely obscuring Justin’s view. He slipped his arm through to drop the towel, and then opened the door a little wider.
I can’t see anything. I guess there’s no harm in me bringing it up to the shower curtain.
Justin slipped through the door. The bathroom wasn’t that large, and he walked toward the bathroom with small, cautious steps. He’d just started to reach for where he thought the curtain was when he walked into a head on collision with his naked mother.
“Ooh!” She let out a squeal that sounded just as surprised as Justin felt. She wavered, losing her balance slightly, and then fell forward against him.
“Whoa!” Justin’s foot caught as he tried to step away from her and he fell backward onto his butt. His mom fell on top of him, and for a moment, neither of them said anything.
She’s naked, and she’s on top of me. This can’t be happening.
Justin reached his hand up and felt it touch something soft, wet, and heavenly. He couldn’t see anything, but it didn’t take much mental calculus to figure out that he was groping his mother’s breast.
“Oh,” she whispered. “Sorry about that, sweetie.”
She made no move to climb off of her son. Justin’s cock was rock hard in an instant, as though he’d thrown the lever on a drawbridge. He squeezed his mom’s breast and felt her plant a soft, warm kiss on the side of his neck.
Justin felt like a possessed man. He pushed his hips upward, his aching cock searching for a new home through the fabric of his boxers and sweatpants. One of his hands reached around and took hold of one of his mom’s soft, perfectly shaped buttocks.