With thanks to Ciguardian for editing
Paula sat at the kitchen table, staring dismally into her coffee cup while rubbing her temples with two fingers. How had her life become so complicated? She'd spent the last 19 years being a straight laced and responsible mom, yet this morning she'd awakened next to her teenage son, their naked bodies entwined. She pushed a lock of blond hair out of her eyes and sighed. The memories of the night before were still fresh in her mind. What had she been thinking?
She'd come home from work and found Jeff in her bedroom, on her bed, masturbating. Worse, he'd been clutching a pair of her panties in his 'free' hand, holding the gusset to his nose and inhaling her scent. She'd been shocked, at first, and then the shock had quickly given way to confusion, and confusion to outrage, and she'd screamed her disapproval at him. How dare he do such a thing?
Jeff had frozen, then, like a deer caught in headlights. Embarrassment and humiliation had turned his face bright red, and his eyes had filled with tears of humiliation. Then the moment had un-frozen and time had resumed its flow. He'd pleaded with her in that gentle voice, and the love he felt for her had been plainly written on his face and in his eyes. It had been a very long time since she'd see that kind of desire in the eyes of any man.
Jeff's father had disappeared for parts unknown, less than a week after she'd told him that she was pregnant. At first, she was angry with him for that. How could she not be? He'd abandoned her to face the daunting task of raising their child all on her own. With the passage of time, however, her attitude had mellowed. He'd responded childishly to the situation, it was true. But, then, they were both scarcely more than children at the time, after all.
Raising Jeff as a single parent hadn't been an easy task. Without the support of her parents or Jeff's father she hadn't been able to finish school. At first she'd worked two jobs to provide for herself and her son, and that had left precious little time for dating or making friends in Paula's world. Instead, her life had come to revolve around Jeff; he was her everything, and she loved him with a fierce intensity, all the more powerful for the fact that the two of them had practically grown up together.
In time, her hard work and perseverance paid off. Paula had finally worked her way into a managerial position at the bank and no longer had to slave at two jobs. She thought back to Jeff's tenth birthday when they'd been able to move from their cramped apartment into a tidy two bedroom house in a good neighborhood. She smiled as she remembered how they had linked pinky fingers as they stepped across the threshold of their new home. It was their way of saying they were in this together; it was them against the world. It had taken a long time, but she had managed to claw a path for the both of them, out of near-poverty and into a comfortable life together.
Paula heard a noise from the hall and knew that Jeff was up and getting in the shower. Her heart thudded in her chest. Last night, his love and longing for her had melted her defenses. Need had welled up in her; heat like she had never known. For the first time, she had seen her little boy as a man: a beautiful man who stoked her desires. She had found herself wanting to give him all of herself, to pleasure him and love him completely. Now, in the light of day, she felt only despair and confusion. What would become of their lives, and of their relationship, now?
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Jeff scrubbed his body under the steaming shower. He had awakened to find himself sticky with his dried, unwashed cum, and his mom's pussy juice. Was it just last night that all of his wildest fantasies had come true? It was hard to believe that she'd actually had his cock in her mouth, that he had plunged it into her wet, steamy cunt. God, he had cum so fucking hard! He moaned aloud as he stroked his soapy, stiffening shaft.
He thought about her full breasts and tight pussy as his hand moved more urgently. The look on her face when her orgasm had rocked her body left him breathless. Just knowing that he had given his mother that kind of pleasure made him feel that he had found his purpose in life: he would make it his goal to see that look on her face every day. It was the least he could do, considering all the things he knew she had sacrificed over the years, in her own life, in order to raise him.
Jeff wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to the kitchen where he knew his lover waited. She stood at the counter, buttering triangles of toast as he had seen her do a hundred times. God, the woman looked like a goddess, doing even the most mundane things. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, making her look like a teenager. His eyes trailed down to her round breasts, straining against the soft cotton of her simple t-shirt, and down to the shapely thighs and tight little ass that were accentuated by her tiny shorts.
She turned her head to smile at him, as she heard him enter the room.
"Good morning, Mom," he smiled seductively and looked into her eyes.
Nervously, Paula looked away and pushed the plate toward Jeff. "Here's your breakfast, baby." She wouldn't meet his gaze and Jeff knew that she was regretting her actions of the night before. His heart sank. He knew she'd felt the same passion and heat that had coursed through his veins. That was real, this was only pretending.
"Talk to me, Mom," Jeff pleaded. "Last night was amazing, better than anything I could have imagined. I know you felt it too."
