With the coffee pot full and plenty of scrambled eggs and bacon to go around I headed back up the stairs. I could hear the shower running in the master bathroom and could only assume that Chuck had gotten tired of hitting the snooze button and thus made his way out of bed. I stopped at my son’s bedroom door and knocked loudly.”Wake up Jake! Breakfast is ready honey.” I yelled. Normally this worked, but as it was a Monday, I couldn’t lie to myself by saying I hadn’t had my doubts. With a sigh I knocked loudly once again, repeating my honest claim even louder. No answer. “That boy..” I mumbled, shaking my head and opening the door.
What I saw I can honestly share with you was the beginning of a terribly dark fantasy that I would not have ever imagined myself considering. There lay my son on his back, sprawled blanket-less across his bed, his cheek against his pillow, in a deep slumber. I gasped softly, a little embarrassed to the noteworthy fact that he was naked. Now I knew he slept in the nude, but I hadn’t witnessed him in this particular… light. You see, to his left lay a magazine, and I hardly need to specify its type. His right hand lay limply against his inner thigh and he was sporting what I’ll tell you was the most impressive morning hard-on I had ever seen. ‘God!’ I thought to myself shamefully ‘It must be at least ten inches long! And so.. thick…’ My heart was pounding in my chest and I swallowed hard as I stared at my own son’s erection with an expression that must have conveyed shameful longing. And those abs! I felt so hot, and for the first time in a very long while I was genuinely horny. I could feel the moisture between my legs. I’ve always been a wet girl, and I knew if I’d stayed any longer it would be trickling down my legs.
Jake stirred suddenly, and in a panic I quickly backed out of his bedroom, closing the door quietly and clearing my throat. I knocked once more, even louder than before, and despite having just been flustered, yelled purposefully “Jake! you wake up right now! you have school!”
An exaggerated yawn followed by my sons tired voice finally responded “I’m up, I’m up! You don’t have to yell!”
“Easy for you to say” I said, “That was three times I had to knock. Now get a move on! Good morning dear” As Chuck had just passed by me, dressed in his work attire and making his way toward the kitchen,
“Morning” he responded groggily, he never was much of a talker before he had his coffee. I followed him down and took my seat across the table. Chuck already had his nose buried in a newspaper and was taking the occasional sip of black coffee as I heard the upstairs shower turn on.
“That kid of ours had better start getting into the habit going to bed earlier. You’d think he would have gotten it out of his system during the summer” I explained conversationally
“Well give the kid a break Sharon, it’s his last year, lord knows with his grades we don’t have much to worry about” he responded
“True enough” I said with something of a smile. Ten minutes passed uneventfully and then Jake came barging into the kitchen, his hair still wet, in a pair of shorts and a white T-shirt. I found it difficult not to stare the bulge at his crotch, but made sure not to let my gaze linger in one spot for too long. ‘What in the hell is wrong with me!’ I thought..
“Mmmm smells awesome mom” he said, sitting between chuck and I and immediately digging into his breakfast.
“Well I need to hit the road, I doubt I’ll be home before ten tonight since it’s quarter end. Be good kid” declared Chuck as he stood up, walking across to me and leaning in to give me my customary kiss, which I returned systematically.
“Sure dad, have a good one” said Jake with a mouth full of egg.
“Bye bye dear, I’ll leave something in the fridge for you to eat when you come home. Have a good day.” I said warmly, Chuck smiled and turned for the door, leaving like always for another day of work. I turned to my son, smiling in defeat at his relentless appetite and saying “You’re going to eat me out of house and home with that appetite”. I’d said it without thinking about the dirty double meaning that it might have implied were my son in the same frame of mind as I was. I’d have liked nothing more than for him to eat me out at this point.. ‘Ugh! Stop it Sharon!’ I scolded myself mentally.