Patricia winked at her son. “And you don’t need to put your pants back on dear, you’ll just have to take them off again after breakfast. But you might see if you can find where your shirt buttons went. That was quite the dramatic gesture, ripping your shirt open like that.” She was getting the eggs and bacon out of the refrigerator and Jacob thought his mother looked cute as hell with the apron covering her front but her firm ass clearly visible through the chemise, the white stockings on her legs, and the black high heels on her feet. That was a very sexy picture for such a domestic chore as fixing them bacon and eggs.
Jacob came up behind his mother and pulled her back against his body. He kissed one side of her neck, then the other, and his hands slipped under the top of the apron and captured her breasts under the silky chemise and massaged them. He heard his mother moan and felt her shiver against his body. “I love you, Mom. With or without the sex, I love you, Mom.”
“Oh, baby,” Patricia sighed. “I love you too.” Then, holding a carton of eggs in one hand, she turned around in his arms, tilted her face up to him, and gave him another impish smile. “But the sex helps, right?” Then she kissed him sweetly but quickly. “Now let me cook breakfast and you try and find those buttons.”
Jacob gave his mother a quick kiss on the lips and went to sit down to take off his black socks. No sense leaving the socks on, he thought, and it probably looks a little silly, too. He did a thorough search of the kitchen but could only find five of the seven buttons from his shirt.
After breakfast, Patricia led Jacob back to her bedroom and into the master bath where she had him start the shower and adjust the temperature while she shed her shoes, chemise, and stockings. Jacob got in the shower while Patricia wrapped a towel around her head then mother and son took a quick, rinsing shower with a minimum of kissing and caressing. He dried off first and Patricia told him to go get in bed and she would be there shortly.
Jacob was sitting up against a couple of pillows on his father’s side of the bed, feeling slightly strange about that but still aroused and ready. His mother came out of the bathroom carrying a small bottle of anal lube, a bath towel, and a hand towel.
Patricia set the bottle and towels down on the night stand before climbing onto the bed and snuggling up to her son. Jacob slid down a bit and embraced his mother, now fully naked. He pulled her over on top of his body. She pulled her head back and smiled down at him.
“This is nice,” she said.
“Yes, it is,” Jacob agreed.
Patricia lowered her head to kiss her son on the mouth. They kissed several times, slowly and sensually, enjoying the delicious taste of each other’s mouth.
Jacob ran his hands up and down his mother’s naked back, loving the feel of her warm, smooth skin under his hands, loving the feeling of her weight pressing down on him. He squeezed and massaged her firm ass cheeks then ran his hands back up her back, massaging it as he went.