It was Friday morning, and I had fallen asleep before doing my homework. I got up to go to school like usual, trying to figure out what my excuse would be. The night before seemed distant and unreal. I decided to act like it had never happened, then I remembered that it hadn’t happened, it was just a fantasy. I was late and ran downstairs to grab a quick breakfast. Mom had made fried eggs and toast.
“Hey, tiger,” she said, smiling over her shoulder from the stove.
But part of it wasn’t a fantasy. I had really washed her back, seen her breasts in the bath, touched her. Now it seemed silly for me to have been embarrassed. I had acted like a little boy, but she still called me “tiger.”
“Hey, mom.”
I sat down and poured out some corn flakes while Mom finished the eggs. I was reading the back of the cereal box when she turned and brought over my plate.
“Over easy, just the way you like ’em,” she said.
I looked up to take the plate and I was surprised how I wasn’t surprised. Mom had on her morning bathrobe, but it wasn’t tied in front like usual. As she handed the plate to me, her robe parted, and I watched as her breasts floated into view. Enjoying their gentle sway, but not making anything of it, my eyes followed my plate, which I took and lowered to the table. But I wasn’t focused on the plate. I kept my eyes on what was just beyond, the skin flowing down my mother’s chest, down her abdomen, past her belly button, to a black nest of hair. I looked at that curly mass, surprised at how similar it was to my own. I imagined I was staring in a mirror at myself, except where my dick would normally be hanging, there was only a dimple.
I knew she was watching me stare at her, but I didn’t care. She was giving me a lesson. I was the student, eager to learn. I cocked my head a bit to the side and knitted my brow. She understood my question, put a hand on the table, leaned back, and let one of her knees swing aside. I saw what looked like a crack with lips on each side. I must have still looked confused because she pulled out a chair, lifted her leg, put her foot on the chair, and spread herself.
A feeling of awe and amazement swept over me as I watched those two lips slowly pulled apart, revealing a hairless slit, moist and red. I knew immediately what this magic entrance was for. I shifted in my seat as I felt my body’s reaction to this sight.
“Eat your eggs,” she said, dropping her leg back down, returning to the stove top.
I couldn’t eat. It just didn’t seem that important anymore. She came back to the table with her plate and sat down.
“You don’t look so good,” she said, reaching over to feel my forehead. “No temperature, but you sure look flushed.”
I just sat there, staring at the soft, rounded globes that jiggled when she spoke. It wasn’t my idea, but when she said, “You better stay home from school today,” I knew it was the answer to all my problems. “I’ll call and let them know,” she said. “You better get back to bed. I’ll come up and check in on you later.”
I didn’t eat anything, just went up to my room. For the first time in a long time, I left the door open. I stripped down to my briefs and crawled into bed, under my covers. I could hear her down in the kitchen, cleaning up. Then I heard her vacuuming the house. I imagined she was vacuuming naked, and she was on her hands and knees, cleaning under the couch, moving the hose in and out. I imagined I saw her cunt, that hole that the boys had talked about. I knew, now, where the hole was, where to put my cock. I closed my eyes and saw her, open, ready. I imagined coming up behind her and sticking my cock into her cunt…
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