She had for the first time in years, felt happier and satisfied. She felt as if it was a new dawn. Not much had changed, but she was excited to see what the day brought. On a typical Saturday, Jacinda would workout, walk the dogs in the yard, meet up with some friends for brunch, watch a movie or read, play and practice some piano lessons. But today, with no house-help, she realized she would have to spend time cooking, doing laundry, cleaning up around the house and just regular chores. Chores she would enjoy doing as an OCD, upright girl in her younger days. But over the years she had lost the habit of.
As Jacinda finished her lemon tea, she began sipping her coffee when she heard the crank of Hunter’s door opening. She could hear his footsteps on the floor above, as his hard, heavy steps fell on each step. He emerged, messy hair, still no shirt on for the young man, just as last night. He was sporting a different pair of shorts. “He looks so charming” thought Jacinda. Hunter walked towards Jacinda, she was smiling. She couldn’t take her eyes off her 18 year old son. His eyes, similar to hers, although stark black and deep. His hair, dark brown, in a messy fray, his wide shoulders, broad hips, lean belly, chiseled chest, toned legs. She couldn’t stop admiring him. “Did I really birth this handsome hunk of a man?” She thought to herself. She couldn’t stop smiling as he approached and walked in close to her, now standing to her right, while she’s seated on the dining chair.
Hunter didn’t smile, he looked down at her. As she was smiling and watched as his mom’s eyes darted from his face, slowly gliding down to his waist. And just as she was about to say Good Morning, she gulped and noticed the huge tent in his shorts, now just inches away from her right ear. She could smell the musky scent of his groin. “Did he even wash his privates after last night?” She thought. She looked at the tent caused by his morning wood and remained speechless. This was awkward. This was awkward, because she hadn’t been this close to a penis before. And this penis was her own son’s, just a few inches away from her face. There was an awkward silence for about half a minute. The longest 30 seconds of Jacinda’s life. Hunter seemed comfortable but didn’t know what he wanted, he was still half asleep. To Jacinda’s relief, he broke the tension in the air with a smile, looking directly into her eyes.
Hunter: Good Morning Mom.
Jacinda: Good morning, Hunter.
Did you sleep well?
Hunter: Did you sleep well?
(They almost spoke in unison and chuckled at the coincidence of them both asking the same question)
Hunter: Yes, I did.
Jacinda: I did too. I made some extra coffee for you, it’s in the kitchen.
Hunter: Oh, thanks Ma. I was wondering what we’d do now that the maid isn’t here.
Jacinda: Hey it was your idea. Do you regret it already?
Hunter: No, not at all. But it is nice to have someone bring you things, isn’t it?
Jacinda: (laughing out loud, as her gorgeous lips open up, neck pins back, head up high facing the ceiling) Hahahahaha yes, it is…
Hunter looked into his mother’s mouth admiring her perfect pearly white teeth as she laughed. He also noticed her tongue. The same tongue he had briefly tasted last night. He looked down at her shirt, it was a cool white shirt. He couldn’t see her breasts or cleavage at all. Jacinda, got up from her chair, still chuckling, walking towards the kitchen.
Jacinda: Have a seat, I’ll go get you your coffee.
As she was walking away, Hunter noticed her hips swaying, the shirt was long enough to cover her butt and he wondered if she was wearing any pants that morning.
Hunter: Mom, wait…
Jacinda, stopped in her tracks. And before she could turn back to face her son. Hunter was already close behind her. He moved her hair off her right shoulder, placing it along the front of her left shoulder. He pulled at the helm of her shirt’s neckline, pulling it down off her right shoulder, exposing the entire right side of her neck, shoulders, collarbone, back, down to her right forearm. Her breasts were still modestly covered under the print. Jacinda stood there like a mannequin. Hunter just observed her shoulders. He could see the side of his mother’s face staring blankly towards the entrance of the kitchen. Her eyes were open, the mouth closed. No expression on her face.
Hunter was beyond overjoyed to learn that his mom had followed his instructions and was not wearing her bra. He was smiling ear to ear. He gently ran his fingers along her back, close to but not on the light pink hue that remained from the impression of her bra straps. The stress on her skin from her bra straps was slowly wearing off.
He then gently ran his fingers from her back, upwards to her shoulders. Getting closer, Jacinda could now feel his breath on her shoulders. He was holding her left arm with his left hand and his right hand now firmly grasped her shoulder. Hunter gently placed his lips on his mother’s shoulder, right on the spot where he could still see a light pink hue caused by the bra straps. He kissed, and kissed more. At this moment, she closed her eyes, as she could feel his morning wood, now probing along her lower back, just above her tail bone. He didn’t intend to touch her with his dick, but his penis was massive and he had a raging morning boner.
Jacinda felt a gentle push and Hunter let her go. She stumbled a step forward, before feeling a cool breeze on her lower back. Where she felt her son’s raging morning wood a second ago. Looking back, she noticed Hunter had let go of her arm and shoulders after kissing it, but raised her shirt from the back.
Jacinda: Hunter….what are you doing honey? Let me go get you your coffee…
Hunter: Oh yeah, sorry mom. I was just checking to see what you were wearing. The shirt is kinda long and I didn’t know if you were wearing any pants.
Jacinda: Oh Hunter… hahaha no need to apologize honey. You know your mom well enough, do you think I’ll go around the house not wearing any pants?
Hunter: I don’t know Mom, maybe you should. (He winked at her as he said that)
Jacinda: (Smiling, rolled her eyes) Oh quit it, you! You’re too much…
Hunter: Am I now? I don’t think I’m too much at all. I’m just enough. Just enough for you, my beautiful, gorgeous, sexy mom.
Jacinda looked down, blushing, shy and smiled ear to ear. She hadn’t heard such compliments in a long time. Nobody had ever called her sexy. Not even her husband. Jacinda, was enjoying this new found attention from a handsome, hot young man.
Hunter: Hey Mom. I noticed, you aren’t wearing a bra today.
Jacinda: Yeah, well… someone wanted it that way.
Hunter: And did that someone want something more?
Jacinda: (Now breathing heavier) I don’t know….I….I….I don’t know what he wants.
Hunter: Well, we talked about it, didn’t we….
Jacinda: Oh yeah. But Hunter, listen can we please..
Hunter walked up to her, put his finger on her lips, so as to shut his mom up. He didn’t let her finish her sentence. Jacinda, went quiet. She was about to protest, or maybe try to have a conversation with her son. But Hunter was in no mood. He made his mother shut up by a simple gesture of putting his two fingers on her lips and hissing “Shhshshhhshh” He turned her around again, so she was facing the entrance of the kitchen once more. Got close to her ears and whispered again.
Hunter: There’s no escaping the punishment for lies. Now go get me that coffee mommy.
Hunter lightly tapped his mother’s right butt, gesturing to her to hurry up and get his coffee. He took a seat on the dining chair.
Jacinda hurried into the kitchen and could feel the sexual tension in her rise again. This is the most horny she had felt in over 15 years. She put her arms on the counter as the coffee machine ground beans for a fresh brew. Putting her weight on her arms, she raised herself on her toes, widened her hips, spread her legs and put one hand down to her pussy. Wearing the same short shorts, she had an orgasm in last night. She could feel the spot getting damp again. Twice in 10 hours, she was turned on, by the mere touch of her teenage son. And he was learning the art of taking control faster than she had imagined.
She did want to have a conversation with him. But her heart, mind and body were at constant odds with each other. She didn’t know what she wanted. Hunter on the other hand, was enjoying this new found control over his mother. She was becoming more and more lenient with him. She was getting more and more relaxed around his antiques. She didn’t protest much, and if she did, he was able to get his way.
Jacinda brought the coffee back to the dining table. Her shirt, still off her shoulder, almost like an asymmetric cold shoulder top. They both sat in silence, sipping their coffees. Hunter was still sporting his morning wood.
Jacinda: Hunter, listen. I love you. You’re my son. And I just wanted to talk to you, after last night.
Hunter: Talk about what mom?
Jacinda: Ugh, you know, Hunter. What you did was very wrong. You were getting way ahead of your boundaries with your own mother. It’s very sinful. And not okay. It’s not how a son behaves with his mother.
Hunter: But Mom, you asked to help you with the moisturizer. And you said it was my call to help you how I wanted.
Jacinda: And that’s how you wanted to help me? By ripping my clothes off? (Jacinda tried to keep a straight face, but was smiling on the inside and just the thought of getting her clothes ripped was turning her on again. She could feel her vaginal walls pulse and generate more fluids down her inner canals)
Hunter: Well, there were obstacles and I wanted to make sure I got the moisturizer right where it needed to be. And look, it already looks better today.
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