**Everyone in this story is 18 or older**
I wake up the next morning alone in bed wondering if all of this was some kind of depraved dream. Am I just back at my apartment? I rub my eyes and see that I am indeed in my mother's room. My pants and shirt are not on the floor by the bed where I put them. I smell bacon and pancakes being cooked and hear my mom softly singing to herself. Maybe this all really was a dream? My own mother couldn't have really sucked me off last night.
"Steven," my mother says opening the door wearing only panties and an apron. "Breakfast will be ready soon. I washed your clothes also, honey."
"Uhm, okay, thanks," I say and she sets my clean clothes down on her dresser. "I put chocolate chips in the pancakes because I know they're your favorite."
"Thank you so much, mom,"
She walks away and as she turns around I see her perfect ass that is completely devouring her small thong. Her legs are slender and her exposed back is exciting me. I can't help but imagine seeing her from this angle and fucking her from behind. I put my clothes on and head to the table. My mother is already sitting there with a plate in front of her and a cup of coffee in hand. Her legs are crossed and the robe is hanging over her shoulders so her breasts are exposed. She sees me, smiles, and gets up.
"Good morning, babe," She says and then kisses me on the lips passionately. "Let's eat, okay?"
My mother sits back down at her seat and I sit at the empty seat that has a full plate in front of it. Breakfast is a normal breakfast. We aren't being overly flirty or sexual. I talk about how I'm coming along in my computer science major. She talks about how things are going at the insurance company she's employed at. I explain coding to her and she listens even though she doesn't understand. She tries her best and asks questions still. She explains her job to me which is a bit easier to understand because we all have to have insurance. This breakfast feels normal. It proves to me that sexual things can happen between us and it doesn't have to ruin the dynamic. She's still my mother and I'm still her son. Even though I came in her mouth only a few hours ago. I still feel weird about looking at her breasts. She clearly has no problem with me looking but I don't want to be creepy. I keep looking down and then averting my eyes.
"You can stare at them all you want, Steven," my mother says opening her robe even more. "It's all for you. I'm all for you, honey."
I can't even respond. I just blush and look down at my meal. We're both finished so she gets up and walks towards me. I scoot the chair back to stand up as well but before I can, she sits down on my lap facing me. Both her legs are hanging off mine and I'm face to face with her breasts. She puts her hand under my chin, guiding me to look up at her. She's absolutely gorgeous. Even in the morning with no makeup on. She's a natural beauty in every way. She smiles at me and then leans forward and kisses me on the lips again. She kisses my chin and cheek. She moves down to my neck and I'm shocked to feel her hand grab my dick through my pants. She moves back to my face and licks me from my chin to the top of my upper lip. She's looking at me in such a sultry way. She grabs my hands and places them on her ass. She kisses me passionately again and looks me in the eyes.
"Mom," I say muffled because her lips are pressed into mine. "Can I.....return the favor?"
"You want to?" She asks leaning back and her eyes light up. "You want to eat your mother's pussy?"
"More than anything."
"I didn't want to ask because usually, guys don't want to do that. They require I suck them off but they never want to reciprocate."
"Who doesn't like going down on a woman?"
"Men I've been with seem to think it's gross."
"Well, you haven't been with me yet,"
I grip her tight and stand up. She giggles and grabs onto me as I carry her to the bed. I gently place my mother on her bed. She lays back and her rope spreads open fully on both sides of her. I get on top of her and kiss her. It's like our tongues are attacking each other. We run out of breath from kissing so we separate. She's panting loudly and looking up at me. I've dreamed of this day for so long. I've always wondered what my mother's plump lips would feel like. What the inside of her mouth would taste like. There's no one else I've ever wanted but her. No other woman has shown me live the way she has. The taboo is just the cherry on top. The fact that I know exactly how my mother's mouth feels wrapped around my cock is so dirty.
