Devin came awake slowly and stretched with a satisfied moan as he realized it wasn't a dream. He was laying naked in his mother's otherwise empty bed, stinking of sex. He reached under the covers and wrapped his hand around his morning hard on. It was sticky, almost gummy. He swung his legs off the side of the bed and padded over to the bathroom.
He emerged twenty minutes later, freshly showered with fresh breath. He made his way toward the living room in search of his mother.
He found her sitting at the kitchen table nursing from one of her coffee mugs. She was watching the screen of her phone, occasionally flicking her thumb upward. If she knew he was there, she didn't take her attention away from what she was doing. He watched her for a few moments and admired her beauty. Her brown hair was pulled into a high bun, exposing the curve of her neck above the neckline of her satiny peach robe. One bare leg was crossed over the other. He noticed how delicate her bare feet looked and his cock twitched. He walked up and leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of her head.
"Good morning, mom," he said.
"Good morning, honey," she looked up from her phone to reply, "There's a plate of pancakes warming in the oven. You need to keep your strength up." She winked at him.
"Thanks," he replied. He headed over to the oven and opened it up to find a white plate sitting on the top rack. He pulled it out and grabbed the bottle of syrup. He joined his mom at the table and dug in. He didn't realize how hungry he was.
"Any big plans for the day?" Janice asked her son as if she already knew the answer.
Devin swallowed a bite of pancakes, "I was hoping we could... um, you know... " His voice hung in the air as he felt his cheeks flush.
Janice touched his arm and laughed, "It's ok, honey. We just spent the night having sex multiple times. I had your cock in my mouth. You don't have to be embarrassed talking about it."
"Easier said than done," he said before taking another bite, "I'll try, mom. It's going to take some getting used to."
They sat in silence as Devin finished his pancakes. His eyes were fixed on his mother as she absently fingered the lapel of her robe with one hand and scrolled on her phone with the other. At one point, her phone buzzed and she thumbed out a quick message. "Who was that?" he asked.
She looked up at him, "Just Lily. She was wondering if I was up to anything." There was a coy look in her eyes.
Devin thought back to the night last summer when he found her drunk on the sofa after a night out with her friend. It was a weird conversation even accounting for her being drunk, "Are you going to get together with her?"
"I told her we were celebrating your stellar report card this weekend," she replied, "Maybe next weekend."
He finished the last bite and put his plate to the side, "Can I ask you something, mom?"
She looked up from her phone and put a hand on his with a gentle squeeze, "I promised I would do anything you told me to. Answering questions counts."
His cheeks were blazing hot with embarrassment, "Why are we doing this?"
The corners of her lips turned up into a smile, "Because I love you and I want you to succeed."
"I love you, too." he said, "But this..." he let it hang there..
Janice looked into his eyes, seeing the embarrassment and confusion, "That's obviously not the only reason."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Your father and I were not having sex long before we got divorced," she said in a softer voice, "It has been so long since I've felt desirable."
The vulnerability in her tone caused a lump to form in his throat, "You're beautiful, mom. You could have any guy you wanted."
Her smile turned a bit sad, "Thank you, honey. That's very sweet."
"It's true, mom," he said with more intensity than he intended, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You're smart, confident, sexy. You're the total package."
