Chapter 7

Five days later, I smelled bacon as soon as I left my room. When I got to the dining room, there was a big pile of bacon already on a plate at my place at our table.

“Good morning!” Mom said as I sat down. “Great timing.”

“Good morning to you too.” I picked up a piece of bacon. “A hot breakfast?”

“And juice.”

The layout in Grandma’s house (now my mom’s house) was that the kitchen was a U with an island in the middle. The arm of the U closest to me was high relative to the dining table, and the side of the arm closest to me was a bar with bar stools that Mom and I normally ate at. I couldn’t see Mom cooking from where I sat.

I was chomping bacon when Mom came to the table holding a glass of orange juice in front of her. She was wearing a red and white checked apron that came down to her knees.

Mom bent far forward as she put the glass on the table in front of me. As she did, she gave me a good look down her apron at her bare tits. I sucked in my breath in surprise.

Mom stood up with a twinkle in her eye. “I know. When was the last time I made you a hot breakfast? I decided to spoil you on your last morning at home.”

Mom turned and returned to the kitchen. When she did, I could tell she was only wearing a red thong under the apron. Mom swished her ass back and forth as she walked away from me in red high heels.

I was stunned. Other than the time Mom had helped me wash my car, she had done nothing remotely provocative outside of a bedroom. The rules had been very clear - no funny stuff around the house. If I looked at her too long, that brought a sharp reprimand. But now she was sashaying her almost-bare ass naked in front of me.

The other thing that surprised me was how fine Mom’s ass looked. I had seen her ass lots of times. Felt it, kissed it, and had even fucked it. But I’d never gotten a good look at it from a decent distance.

I heard clop, clop, clop as Mom came out of the kitchen, holding a glass of water. This time, I admired her big tits bouncing around inside the apron. Mom gave me a shit-eating grin as she walked towards me. Again, she bent far forward as she set the glass on the table. Once she stood up, she asked, “Eggs and toast to go with the bacon?”

“Sounds great.”

“Wonderful.” Mom turned and took a few steps towards the kitchen and then stopped. She twisted to look back at me without turning around. “I aim to serve up all your favorites today.”

Wow! What a loaded statement that was.

I ate bacon and sipped orange juice as I watched Mom cook. I could see her head and her shoulders. How much of her bust I could see depended on what she was doing. All that skin showing was hot. I never caught Mom’s eye - I think she was avoiding looking at me. I just sat in my chair and admired my beautiful, sexy mother. I couldn’t think of any other time when Mom had cooked while I sat at the dining table.

Mom came out of the kitchen with a frying pan. She came over to the table, tilted the frying pan, and pushed scrambled eggs onto my plate. She stood up and asked, “How do they look?”

“Perfect, Mom. Just as I like them.”

“Good. I’ll go get the toast.”

Mom walked away, giving me another long look at her fine ass. I was in no hurry to eat. I was enjoying being catered to and, of course, the show.

Mom came back with two English muffins on a small plate. She set the plate on the far side of my other plate, giving me a great side view of her tits as they dangled down. When Mom stood up, she asked, “How do they look?”

Did she mean the English muffins or her tits? Or both?

“They look great, Mom. I can’t wait to pop one in my mouth.”

Mom gave me a big smile. “Wonderful. I want you to enjoy them.” She looked over at my juice glass. “Let me get you some more juice.”

Mom turned and walked towards the kitchen. I asked, “Are you going to join me for breakfast?”

“Oh no. I ate already.”

Mom went to the refrigerator and returned with a pitcher of orange juice. She bent way over to pick up my glass, filled it, and bent way over to set it back down. Then she retreated to the kitchen and watched me eat from there.

When I finished one English muffin and moved the second one to my main plate, Mom came out to get the small plate the muffins were on. As she walked, I moved the small plate further to my left so Mom would have to reach even further for it. When Mom got to the table, she rolled her eyes at me before bending way over the table to reach the small plate. I took the opportunity to squeeze her ass with my right hand. When Mom stood up, she gave me a disapproving look that had no conviction to it. “You’re such a bad boy.”

“I am. And mothers love their bad boys.”

Mom smiled. She ruffled my hair and said, “They do.” Mom returned to the kitchen.

I ate slowly, enjoying good home cooking for the last time until Thanksgiving. My college was five hours away; close enough that I could drive home for a holiday or an emergency, far enough that I wouldn’t drive home for a weekend. Mom had encouraged me to pick a school that distance away.

Finally, I ate the last piece of bacon, and my plate was empty. I started to stand up to take the dishes to the sink, but Mom said, “Sit down. I’ll clear the table.” Mom came over and grabbed my plate and my water glass. “Finish your juice.” Mom set the dishes next to the sink as I slowly sipped my orange juice. When she came back, I handed her the empty glass. Mom walked back into the kitchen and turned on the water.

Mom normally put the dishes straight into the dishwasher unless they had a lot of food on them, in which case she’d rinse them quickly before sticking them in. I soon realized that Mom was taking her time rinsing the few dishes from breakfast. I eventually got up and walked over to behind Mom. I reached around her, slid my hands under her apron, brought them up to her big boobs, and squeezed as I kissed the back of her neck.

Mom stopped rinsing the dishes. She stood there, slightly bent over the sink as I continued enjoying her tits. After a few moments, she asked in a slightly amused tone, “What are you doing?”

“Turning on the dishwasher.”

Mom laughed and then she pushed her ass backward until she made contact with my cock. “Keep it up. You’re doing a good job.”

I continued squeezing Mom’s big tits and playing with her nipples as I ground my cock into her ass. For the first time, I had no idea what Mom would let me do. It felt odd. I committed to myself that whatever she’d let me do, I’d do.

I thought about taking the apron off Mom, but it was hot making out with her while it was on. But the thong needed to go. Everything I wanted to do with her involved no thong.

I let go of Mom’s tits. I took a half-step back and grabbed her thong. I slowly pulled it down. As I did, Mom swung her butt from side to side. She said in the same slightly amused tone, “What are you doing, Jacob?”

I knelt as I pulled Mom’s thong down. They were down to her feet now. Mom stepped out of it.

I said, “I thought I’d have a little dessert.” I kissed Mom’s firm, ripe ass. I squeezed one cheek as I kissed the other. Mom leaned on her arms in front of the sink, letting me do what I wanted.

After a dozen kisses, I stood back up. I untied the back of her apron and then moved my hands under her apron to once again cup her big tits while I pressed my hard cock into the crack of her ass. I said, “Now, where were we?”

“Where were we indeed.”

I kissed along Mom’s shoulders as we resumed our other activities. This was so hot. I wanted Mom again. Yes, we had fucked and fucked last night, but she was so damn sexy that I had to have her again. “Now for something more flavorful for dessert.”

I spun Mom around, so she was facing me in front of the counter. I lifted her up and set her on the counter. I lifted her right leg and set her right foot on the counter close to the wall. Mom turned as I did so she was facing down the counter. She grabbed the edge of the counter with her left hand and leaned back. I pushed her left foot off the counter, spreading her legs wide. I bent forward and brought my mouth to her pussy. No resistance from Mom, only cooperation. I flipped up the apron to expose her pussy, and then I parted her pussy lips with my tongue, getting a taste of her nectar. I had grown over the summer to love her taste. Mom let out a deep “Ah”. I took a long lick of her pussy. Mom was about as wet as she ever got. She let out two more Ah’s. As I licked, I moved my right arm along the counter. I slipped it under her leg, providing it with a little support. Once my arm was fully extended, I got down to the job of eating Mom out.

Mom ran the fingers of her right hand through my hair. “I told you I was going to serve you all your favorites. Isn’t this one of your favorites?”

I stopped licking to say, “It is Mom. This is my favorite dessert.”

Mom moved her right hand back to support herself as she pushed her pussy into my face. I knew what she wanted now. She had taught me exactly how she wanted her pussy eaten. I hit all the right spots in exactly the right order. At one point, I couldn’t resist getting yet one more feel of her tits, sliding my right hand up under the apron for a big squeeze. As much as I loved squeezing Mom’s tits, I couldn’t hold the position and pulled my hand back down.

For once, Mom didn’t talk dirty. All she said was “Ah” as I licked and sucked. She wasn’t Mommy this time; she was herself. We weren’t role-playing this time; this was for real.

I kept doing all I could to please Mom. She lay there and took it for a while, but eventually brought her right hand back to my head. She ran her hand over and around my head, sometimes guiding me but mostly showing her desire. I slipped one finger inside her pussy. Her hand moved more quickly. I slowly worked my finger in and out of her. Mom lay further back, so she was leaning on her elbows. A glance revealed that her eyes were closed. She looked so hot in that apron - so domestic and yet so sexual.

I switched to sliding two fingers into and out of Mom’s pussy as I focused my tongue on Mom’s clit. I knew she was close now. Only a few more moments...