Author's note: Devin is, in fact, 18 years old
Devin paced around the living room both eager and nervous. His grades were emailed to him and his mom, Janice, this morning. He had been fantasizing about this day since she sat him down before his senior year started and gave him his first real blowjob. She made it clear that he had to get straight A's for more.
He slept late because grades day was a day off for students. His mom was already gone to work but she left a note on the kitchen counter, "Good luck, baby! I'll be home after parent/teacher conferences. Mommy hopes you succeeded ;)"
He spent the morning spamming the refresh button on his email. Around 11:30, the email he was looking for arrived. His mom's text notification went off while he was waiting for the link to his grades to load. He checked her text, "Good boy! Mommy's looking forward to celebrating." She immediately followed up with a devil emoji. His dick grew to full length when he read it.
The rest of the afternoon dragged on. He tried to distract himself with games and social media but his mind kept going over the events of the last few weeks. Ever since the blowjob, his mom had been straddling the line between motivation and distraction. She started walking around the apartment in revealing clothes or sometimes just her underwear. His favorite was her short silky robes. They were barely long enough to cover her shapely ass and she always kept them loosely tied. She never intentionally showed him her naked body beyond the swell of her breasts and the bottom curve where her ass met her legs.
She became more physical with him, too. She started meeting him in the hall and brushing her body against his as they passed. She would rub his shoulders and press her breasts against the back of his head when he was doing homework. She often cuddled up to him on the couch in the evening stroking his arm and chest. Every night she would give him a warm, sensual kiss and whisper, "Good night, honey."
Her constant teasing drove him crazy and he was constantly tempted to act on it but one of the conditions was to not acknowledge the situation. Any time he tried to push the envelope, she quickly shut him down. She assiduously avoided talking about it any time he tried to bring it up. The few times he tried to touch her, she would gently take his hand away from whatever part of her body he tried to touch and without a word she would retreat to her room. He learned to take the teasing when the alternative was nothing.
It was a little after 7:30 when he heard her coming up the stairs to their apartment. He sat on the couch and tried to look nonchalant when she opened the door and stepped inside. She took off her long fall coat and hung it on the rack by the door. She was dressed in one of her standard work outfits, a burgundy blouse and black skirt that accentuated her modest curves. His eyes were glued to her as she leaned against the wall and bent each leg up to slip off her work pumps from her stockinged feet. It was a routine he had seen her do for years but it exuded sensuality tonight.
Without looking at her son Janice headed into the kitchen and out of sight. Although Devin had absolutely no idea what to expect tonight, he was a little taken aback by it. He was about to get up and follow her when she reappeared with a glass of red wine. She sat on the couch facing him with her legs curled up underneath her, "Hi, baby." She sipped her wine.
"Hi mom," Devin said. He felt awkward and unsure now that the moment had finally arrived.
"How was your day? Do anything interesting?" Janice said, her lips curled up into a coy smile.
"Not really. Just waiting for you to get home," he said, still failing to be cool.
