Her brain hurt.
The fog suddenly lifted and her pathway became obvious so she traced it through internally:
"I will have to explain this to Jack maturely, to promise to work on being more loving and open with Jack but in a purely maternal way. I will encourage him to express himself more freely and not be as uptight as me. I will beg his forgiveness for my past, but also for, (correction) especially for my recent immoral behaviour with him. Finally, I should promise that sexual contact would never, (correction) could never be repeated, even though, I will respect his need for freedom to explore his own sexuality."
Revigorated with her new belief, she now stood tall and asserted, "We should talk, Son."
"I'm so tired, Mom,
"
complained Jack, "and I need to sleep."
She desperately wanted to talk to him, but she understood. Of course, he needed to recuperate first. The future could wait. It would come but now was the time to recover some order of normality.
Jose nodded agreement, released her hold and watched as her son, battered and bruised, turn and step wearily up the stairs.
***
Two whole days had passed since that fateful day. Jack had slept throughout. On the morning of the third day, Jose walked up the stairs carrying a tray of scrambled eggs and coffee. She had ventured this same journey several times over the past 48 hours but had always found him, and left him, sleeping deeply and restfully. "
2 days and nights has to be enough -- he needs to eat too,
" she had justified to herself, eager as she was to see and to speak with her son.
She stopped outside his door and, hearing nothing, lifted one knee to balance the tray then swiftly twisted the handle to Jack's bedroom door with her freed hand. The door swung open and she stepped inside.
Jack had heard his mom moving around the house for the past 2 hours. Had he known how to face her and to put into words his own thoughts about the events of the past week he would have risen and descended the stairs. Now, he was pleased, even relieved, that she had taken the initiative.
Jack was sat upright in his bed, confidently propped against his headboard. He was shirtless, his chest and abdomen exposed, and he refused to care nor cover his masculine frame. He was the man of this house now. His legs were covered by a duvet, but underneath he was naked. His cock was naturally hard, as it always seemed to be whenever he lay naked in bed. Neither did he try to hide the ridge that his cock made in the bedding. He wanted his mom to notice it.
Jose's enormous smile relaxed any apprehension either of them had and Jack returned her greeting with his own as he smelt the breakfast, "Hey Mom. Hmm! Thanks so much."
Jose placed the tray down across his lap, then adjusted it slightly to navigate it away from his erect penis that jutted skyward from under the covers, which were bunched up around his waist. She didn't baulk from the obvious erection and made no comment. She was pleased that he was comfortable with his physical form, and she wanted herself to be able to accept his brazenness: At least she was trying, despite how alien it seemed to her after years of her own sexual repression.
He began to eat ravenously as she stood beside the bed. Still with a mouthful of eggs and munching furiously, he reached for the cup of steaming coffee upon the tray. When he lifted the cup and slurped the hot, bitter fluid noisily, she sat down on the edge of his bed. She just watched, in awe, and in love with this man before her.
"Mom, these eggs are great, the brest you've ever...", he began and she burst into a girlish laugh and reached forward to gently touch his forearm as she giggled like a teenager. "I think you know what's on my mind and, yes, we should talk about it now,
"
finished Jack.
For 2 days, as Jack had slept through his recovery, all Jose could think about was her love for, and her relationship with, Jack. She had swayed from one path to another, from one definite decision to another, before finally making her choice. She had rehearsed her explanation of this new direction all of the previous night. She had even written it out on paper, and now, was struggling to remember what she had decided.
She looked lovingly at her son, who was returning her gaze with apprehension, perhaps fear, written across his face as he waited for her to speak.
She awkwardly began her recital from memory, "Jack, I love you and I don't want to lose you. I'll do anything... you can do anything... so I don't lose you. I know you become excited... heard me when... Is that what you need? I'll do whatever you say. Tell me what..."
"But that's just it, Mom," interjected Jack, "I don't wanna be like Benny... or anyone else that you feel you must degrade yourself for. I wanna love you and I want YOU to freely love me without conditions and without fear... in... every... whatever... way you want...even..."
Tears welled up in her green eyes and Jack stopped talking.
She leaned across and planted a soft, delicate kiss on his cheek, close to his mouth but sufficiently inside the contour of his lips to indicate it meant more than maternal affection.
"Can we, Son?" she asked in a pleading tone. "You mean in secret, love each other as we want?"
Jack simply nodded his head in confirmation and she sank to rest her head on his chest and attempted to envelop her arms around him.
"Hey! Watch it, Mom!" he joked. "You're pushing the tray into my... 'precious'.
"
She laughed again, "hmmm, about that...". She bounced on the mattress and lifted herself as sprightly as a child to kneel astride his covered legs then she tossed aside the breakfast tray. As it clattered to the floor, her slim fingers pinched the edge of the duvet and she slowly pulled it down to reveal his engorged cock. "I didn't finish, did I son?"
She lowered her mouth to his cock and extended her tongue to lap gently at the ridged skin behind the head. Jack's deep moans confirmed his desire and his acceptance. Jose wanted this to last and, for the first time that she could remember, she wanted to give pleasure to a man willingly.
The fingers of Jose's left hand encircled his strong shaft at the base and she gently angled it back towards her face. When pointing straight up, skyward, it merely enhanced his already impressive length. She kissed the tip in admiration then lowered her tongue to the root and slowly traced the veins of her son's cock up along the shaft to the very tip.
Jack's cock twitched in anticipation and the single eyelet squinted open releasing a droplet of moisture, which Jose lapped up quickly. She was amazed how sweetly it tasted, instead of the bitter saltiness she had expected. Her mouth opened and she allowed the head to slip inside. Jack felt the sudden warmth and wetness of her mouth and he called out, "Oh Mom, yes, please suck my cock."
Without taking it deeper she simply drew breath through his fleshy pole, creating a suction akin to drawing the thickest of milkshakes through the narrowest of straws. Maintaining her motionless suction on his cock head, she gently scraped her long nails along his wrinkled ball-sack making Jack's cock jerk and twitch in reflex inside her enclosed lips.
Jack had the urge to push, to speed his cock's journey deeper into her mouth, and his mind was filled with his mental images of the gagging sessions his mother had conceded to Benny. Jack's pelvis began to tremble as he tried to contain his lunge.
Jose felt it and she released the suction from his cock and whispered, "Please, Son, just relax." She wanted this moment to be completely different from every other sexual act she had ever experienced. Never before had she willingly given anyone oral love and she realised she loved doing so with her son because she loved him absolutely and completely.
She resumed by licking her saliva from his cock as he relaxed again with his back arched against the headboard. Jack groaned as she returned to the fleshy lump of skin behind the head of his hard cock, flicking the tip of her tongue as firmly, and as quickly, as she could; she imagined it was her own clit and she gave it the attention she herself would have enjoyed. Her teeth opened and she took the fleshy lump between them to begin a gentle nibble on his 'clit'.
Then, her tongue began to descend his cock, tracing the veins on his shaft down to the root. As she reached his testicles, she steadily returned up to the head, depositing fresh saliva as she went, before licking down again to begin a repeat of the pleasure.
With his shaft now bathed in her oral lubricant, she positioned the head of his cock to her pursed lips then gently enveloped the head into her mouth before sliding down, gradually consuming his length.
For the first time, Jack dared to open his eyes, and he looked down on his mom's full lips gliding slowly down his shaft, which was now half-buried deep in her mouth as he wondered how much more she would take of him.
Jose was also curious as to why she had not yet begun to gag, but she felt no revulsion. She continued without concern and began to feel Jack's cock head hit the soft pallet beyond the back of her mouth, and yet still she descended, inching her lips down a stretch at a time.
After several moments, she felt the tickle of pubes upon her lip and she opened her eyes to check she was almost there. She continued to feel comfortable consuming his long cock, bigger than she could ever have imagined, within her throat. She relaxed, then the head passed her larynx and for the first time she knew she could take all of him, and so she pushed the final inch to the base.
With her mouth and throat full of her son's cock, and not feeling any compulsion to gag, she held her pose then tentatively extended her tongue, pushing it out between her stretched lips, beneath his shaft to lap several times at his testicle sack.
Jack's mouth flew wide and a groan rose from deep within his chest. It spurred Jose to echo his sounds as she hummed deep from her throat sending vibrations into Jack's cock. His balls retracted tightly up within their sack and the flesh embedded within her throat assumed a life of its own as it began to move, like a serpent awakening. Such movement, at first, surprised Jose but she controlled that first flicker of a gag as his cock began an uncontrollable tremble inside her throat.
Jack's breathing quickened and his short rasping pants reminded her that she also needed to breathe. Her tongue retreated, she tightened the pressure of her lips and increased her suction, before allowing her neck muscles to drag her lips up the strong flesh embedded in her mouth. Only when her lips touched the ridge of the head, did she slurp a deep breath then descend again, sliding effortlessly down his shaft.
Jack could not believe that this was possible: He had ogled at the porn pros perform deep blowjobs on huge cocks but never had he imagined that a real person could replicate it, nor that he would ever experience it.
During the 2 days of his lifeless sleep, his mother had pilfered his laptop to research his browser's porn history. His large collection of deepthroat blowjob videos confirmed his personal fetish and she had honed those skills, with help from the fruit basket, while thinking about her son masturbating to the same clips.
Jose was now relaxed and eager to continue Jack's new discovery of bliss. She continued the slow, sliding journey down, and the gradual, suctioned climb up her son's cock, all performed in near slow, rhythmical motion. Unlike every other experience she had ever had, she did not want this one to end.
