When I reached the kitchen I started a pot of coffee and made some pancakes for Chuck, but not enough for Jake, as I had a different plan for my sexy little man. I was flattered that I didn’t have to wake him up early to ensure he’d beat his father down to the kitchen. When breakfast was done I placed a plate of food and a cup of coffee at Chucks end of the table beside the newspaper, then took a seat at my end. I reached down and stroked my pussy gently. I was already dripping wet. “Mmmmm..” I moaned softly to myself with my eyes closed, thinking about that huge cock I’d seen the morning previous.
Jake made his way down to the kitchen in a pair of shorts. Apparently he hadn’t decided on a shirt yet because his gorgeous body was on display. That or he was actually teasing me… which would be adorable. I couldn’t help but stare at his abs as he walked in. He paused as he entered, staring at me all done up for a moment, then said “M..morning mom.. So what’s for breakfast?”
“Sit down Jake.” I said flatly, pointing to his chair beside me as I heard the upstairs shower in the master bedroom turn on. Jake obeyed me nervously, taking his seat and looking to me confused and without a meal before him. I spoke very softly “Mommy wants to have a talk with you…”, referring to myself as such for the first time since Jake was 9 or 10.
“Um.. alright… what’s wrong mom… did I do something?” he stammered, staring into my dark brown eyes. I stared back into his intensely, silently savoring the gravity of what I was going to do.
Finally I said “No love… but you’re going to do something. You’ve always been the best son a mother could ask for… Part of me feels terrible about this, but I need you to do something for me.”
He simply stared at me, his expression now showing concern.
I brushed my hand against the table while holding his gaze, sweeping my fork onto the floor. It landed beside my foot. I inconspicuously nudged it with my heel so it slid right beneath my chair and said in a sweet, innocent tone “Oops… I dropped my fork… would you mind getting that for me son…?”
I saw Jake swallow hard, but he nodded slowly and bent down, tossing the tablecloth over his head and crawling under the table. This was a new tablecloth I’d bought the week previous, and I really liked it. It was like one of those fancy restaurant tablecloths you see in the movies that nearly hits the floor and needs to drape over your lap. I smiled to myself evilly, but nervously, and parted my legs slowly, just enough to allow my pussy lips to part a little. My robe fell open completely at the bottom, displaying a tight, clean shaved, soaked, and glistening vagina to my only son… this was the moment of truth, but I was still very confident after the day before. I heard a thud, his head must have hit the top of the table when he’d noticed my wet entrance. I said, shakily “I-I think it’s under my chair dear… you’ll have to move a bit closer.” Then widening my legs a bit more as an invitation.
“R-right..” stuttered Jake, crawling toward me. I felt his shoulder brush against my shin and I reached under the table, brushing my slender fingers through his thick hair to the back of his head.
“Eat your breakfast, baby” I said in a motherly command as I now very gently pulled him toward me until I felt his mouth sink in between my lower lips. I groaned as Jake stuffed his tongue into me, moving it up and down between my slit and twirling about my clit with experience I had not expected. “Mmmm… That’s a good boy…”
Just then I heard Chuck heading down the stairs, and Jake backed away in what I assumed was panic. I held strong to his head, pulling his face back into my cunt and moaned “Finish eating your breakfast like a good son, mommy will handle this.”
“Morning dear” Said Chuck as he entered, sitting routinely in his seat across from his wife, completely unaware that their son was three feet in front of him with his tongue dancing between his mothers legs.
I smiled sweetly and sighed “Mmmm… Morning honey… sleep good?” I asked, my juices flowing freely down Jake’s chin as he fucked me gently with his tongue.