Jacob sighed. “Yeah, it doesn’t look good but I can’t keep on leaching off you and dad.”
“Oh, we don’t mind, darling.”
Jacob now looked up and saw how she was dressed. “Uh, Mom, aren’t you going to go to work?”
Patricia gave her son a cool look over the rim of her cup as she took a sip. “Nope, with your father out of town I thought I’d take today off. I have a project I’m working on… here at home.” Her heart started beating hard because she just now realized how she was going to play this out, hoping that she wouldn’t make a fool of herself.
“Project? At home?” Jacob frowned. “What project?”
Patricia half turned to set her mug of coffee down on the counter, forcing her hands not to tremble. She turned back to her son and undid the sash to her robe, opened it, then shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it slide off her arms and fall to the floor. Now she was standing before her son in her chemise, stockings, bedroom shoes and nothing else. She could feel her nipples getting hard and knew that Jacob would be able to see them, as well as the dark triangle of her pubic hair, if not the outline of her pussy itself, behind the chemise.
Jacob stared at his mother, mouth open but not saying anything. It wasn’t that he’d never seen his mother naked, or nearly naked, of course he had. It was that she was now obviously being overtly sexual with him. Something she’d never done before and it had an immediate effect on his cock.
“Uh, Mom, what are you doing?”
Her pulse was pounding in her throat and her stomach had that fluttery, butterfly feeling. She swallowed. “Jacob, I saw you masturbating last week. I hadn’t left for work yet. I had a doctor’s appointment that morning. I was going by your bedroom and your door was partly open and, and, well I looked in because I heard you saying ‘Mom.’ You were masturbating and, obviously, thinking about me, about, well, having anal sex with me.”
“Oh God, Mom, I’m sorry,” Jacob blurted out as he stood up from the table. He blushed a deep red almost instantly and his beginning erection quickly deflated.
Patricia smiled at her son. “I’m not.” She waited.
It took Jacob a couple of beats to understand what his mother had just said. “Uh, you mean, uh, that, uh…?”
“I couldn’t get it out of my mind, Jacob, your lovely big cock so hard with your cum shooting up out of it. I went to work and couldn’t focus and I,” she paused, “well, I masturbated at work thinking about it.”
Jacob gave his mother a shocked look. “Seriously?” The image of his mother masturbating at work to the thought him masturbating in his bed had his cock growing again.
“Yes, Jacob, seriously, and I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind ever since. So,” she stopped talking and walked around the table to stand in front of her son. “So, I decided to make you my project for today since your father is out of town. We’ll have all day, if you want, because your father won’t be home until late this evening.”
At that point, Jacob’s nose began to register the sex pheromone that his mother was producing in relatively large amounts. It hit his brain almost immediately and the message was sent to produce more testosterone. The testosterone production began in just a few thousandths of a second and began affecting Jacob’s brain in just a couple of seconds. All of a sudden, he saw his mother in a newer sexual light. He couldn’t believe how attractive she was and how much he wanted her.