I woke up with the sun hitting my face. I was still lying on the sofa naked, stiff as a board. That's when last night's sex with mom hit me. It was like remembering a forgotten dream. Was it really a dream?
I looked around the house. The pizza was gone. Everything was clean, like someone tried to cover up a murder. I looked for my mom but she was nowhere to be found, not even in her bedroom. I knew she was going to regret this and take everything from me: my freedom to be naked, masturbate wherever I want, and fucking her.
I took a shower and put on some clothes. I started to make breakfast and coffee. While sipping my coffee, I heard mom enter the main door. She entered the kitchen and looked at me. She was sweating like she has been out jogging.
"Where have you been, mom?" I asked.
"I had to take a morning walk to clear my mind. We need to talk. What happened last night shouldn't have happened!"
"I know the things I did to you last night were bad. I was so stupid! I became so horny showing my naked body to you. I played with your feelings, mom. You haven't had any physical relationship since dad passed away and I used that to my benefit."
"You haven't done anything wrong. If I just had some..."
"I should've controlled myself. I can't even look you in the eye any more."
"Can you let me speak, son?"
"Sorry mom, but I need some time to recover from this. If you weren't my mom, I would've stripped you naked right here and fucked you like a wild dog. But I'd rather be a good son to my mom. I made you some breakfast. I will be in my room today." With that said, I left the kitchen. My mom was shocked to hear this. Yes, last night was fucking amazing but if I ever let her talk like this, the situation would've been the opposite. She should feel sorry for me and find a way to make me happy again. The last thing I said should give her a right hint for what I really wanted.
The day went on as I played games in my room. It didn't bother me at all.
Meanwhile, my mom was in the kitchen, confused. I already passed on eating dinner with her. It was getting late and I could smell the dinner cooking.
"Baby, come downstairs! Dinner's ready." I remained quiet, hoping she'd get the hint. "If you don't come downstairs now, I'll punish you!"
I paused for a moment. "Yeah, alright, alright, I will come down in a minute."
I went down after ten minutes. She sat there by the dining table. I didn't say anything, didn't even look at her. I sat down and started to serve myself.
"Why are you doing this?" she shouted. It startled me.
