All characters over the age of 18
Wednesday
Creamy, bouncy, softer than a baby's bottom. Jake's mouth watered as he caught a glimpse of his mother's breasts, just barely visible in the shadows of her robe that had slipped open when she poured him a glass of juice. The full globes, perfectly rounded and capped by the cutest nipples, causing his lips to part unconsciously as if he could feel them, flicking them with his tongue.
Linda Williams looked down, her son's gaze was riveted on her partially open robe. Unwittingly her nipples hardened, the knowledge that her son was looking at her body turned her on. Perhaps if things were more normal she would have reacted like any other typical mother, pulling her robe closed or backing away, but things were not normal. Linda hadn't been touched in a long time, her husband Jerry, sitting across the table reading the paper, took medication that dried up any desire he might have had.
Leaning forward even more, Linda grabbed some toast and a couple slices of bacon, making her a plate of breakfast, all the while giving Jake a few seconds longer to stare at her tingling ta-tas. Sitting down next to her son, she could feel a warmth in her loins begin to spread and shot her son a playful smile. Jake looked away nervously, suddenly aware that his staring had been noticed.
After Jake and his father had left for the day Linda set about her normal chores, although today it seemed less of a burden. Her mood was definitely better than it had been in the past few weeks and it was nearing noon before she understood why. Shaking her head, she couldn't believe something so simple, so unthinkable, had affected her so profoundly. The mere act of her son peeking at her had lifted her out of a rut and made her feel - Linda stopped and leaned against the wall, the unspoken conclusion had made her legs feel suddenly weak. He made her feel wanted.
Jake parked his car in the driveway after a long day at school. Grabbing his bag, he headed to the front door. In the late spring air he smelled the aroma of his mother's famous apple pie. It had been many years since she had bothered to make one, despite the fact that she knew he loved it. Racing through the door, he paused only long enough to inhale the sweet scent of baked heaven.
"Wow mom," Jake said happily as he entered the kitchen, "I can't-" His mouth hung open in awe. His mother stood at the counter in a yellow dress, white lace trimming around the bodice where the neckline was cut low and her heavy bosom filled it out. Her legs were covered in white hose, looking all the more elegant in a pair of pumps. Jake's mouth suddenly dried up and he swallowed several times to speak again. "Wow," he whispered at last.
"Oh, hi honey," Linda answered sweetly. She brushed her dirty blond hair back over her ear, in the sunlight she looked like a cross between a Norman Rockwell painting and a pin up gal from the forties. Jake was rooted to his spot, his staring at her made the tingling sensation return and she felt the familiar warmth growing between her legs. Linda hadn't been the subject of such a predatory gaze in so long she had forgotten the feeling of being both powerful and vulnerable at the same time. After three ragged breaths, the longest twenty seconds of her life in which she felt her son's eyes devouring her body hungrily, she stepped away from the counter and moved to him.
"Welcome home, baby," Linda whispered as she placed a wet kiss on his cheek. With a musical laugh she wiped away the lipstick mark she left on his face. "I made you a treat." Linda grabbed his hand, her fingers entwining with his, and led him to a seat at the table.
Linda stepped over to the counter, her heels clicking loudly on the floor. Bending over, the skirt pulled tightly, displaying the contours of her ass clearly. Turning around she smiled as her son looked up quickly, guilt written on his face. She carried the pie to the table and then grabbed a knife to cut it. Jake watched as his mother sliced into the apple pie, the warm stickiness coating the blade in the caramelized sugar. She laid the piece onto a plate, her finger getting covered in the sweet ooze.
"Mhmm," she moaned softly, sucking her finger into her mouth, the digit sliding past her reddened lips. Jake felt his heart racing as his mother made such an obviously suggestive gesture in front of him. His mind reeled, trying to understand, but his body was having no such difficulty: his cock was hard and tenting out his shorts.
"Oh baby, are you getting hot?" Linda asked sweetly. She took a napkin from the table and dabbed at his forehead that was covered in a sheen of perspiration. The wetness was gone immediately, but she kept at it, enjoying pushing her breasts up under his nose. Jake's eyes were immediately drawn to the milky globes, pressed tightly together and forced upwards.
Jake sighed as his mother pulled away and he turned to the apple pie. With a ravenous hunger he wolfed the first piece down. Linda laughed, amazed that her son could eat like such an animal.
"Dang slugger, did you even taste it?" She only shook her head as she sliced another piece and put it on the crumb covered plate. Slugger? She never called him slugger.
Jake's eyes were once again drawn to the curve of her tits, the way they pushed out the dress. His eyes travelled lower to her waist, followed by the feminine flare of her hips. He hadn't seen his mother in such a dress ever. Her church clothes, the nicest stuff she wore, was never this form fitting.
"Want some milk baby?" Jake expected to look up and find his mother offering him her tit. His mouth watered in the spit second it took him to lift his head and find that she was instead standing by the refrigerator. Nodding dumbly, he watched as she pulled out the jug of milk and then poured him a glass. Gulping it down quickly he returned the empty glass for a refill.
"Oh my, such a thirsty boy," Linda said with surprise. She set the glass down in front of her son, taking her seat next to him after she put the milk away. "It's nice to see someone eating my pie," she said wistfully, rubbing her hand through his sandy hair. Jake gulped loudly at her words. "It's all for you dear," she said when he looked up into her eyes.
His lip quivered as he stared at her longingly. It would be so easy, lean forward just a couple of inches, turn his head slightly to the right and he would be kissing her. His mouth would be crushing hers, his tongue battling past her lips to taste her tongue in a duel of passion. Could he do it? Could he kiss his mother, not as a son, but as her lover? No, this was his mom, and he could never live with the rejection if she said no. He sank back and turned back to the pie she had made for him alone.
"You know your father can't eat my pie anymore." Her words were hot against Jake's ear as she leaned close, his cock lurched in his shorts. "On account of his diabetes," she said when he gave her a questioning look. Nodding dumbly he looked away, his face feeling very hot all of a sudden. She snuggled close to him, her breast pressing firmly against his arm.
"Wow, baby. I haven't seen you tear into something like that in a long while. Guess I need to make it for you more often, huh?" Linda dipped her finger into the remnants of the filling sticking to the side of the tin, bringing the tasty treat to her lips and then sucking the digit deeply into her mouth.
"Yeah mom, that was great. I can't wait to have some more."
"All you have to do is ask baby," Linda said with a wink before turning to the sink.
