Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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Forty-two year-old Judy was sitting at her kitchen table, sipping on her morning coffee and scrolling through her phone. She noted the time and glanced up towards the ceiling, hoping that her son was getting ready for school. She shook her head, already anticipating having to go up and get his butt into gear. It IS a cute butt, though, she thought with a wry grin.
Just then, the 18-year-old entered the kitchen and just his Chiefs t-shirt and ratty gray gym shorts. "Honey," the pretty brunette called out, frustration in her voice. "You're supposed to be dressed for school by now."
The handsome teen, finally growing out of his baby weight and putting on some muscle thanks to sports, shuffled his way to the refrigerator and grabbed the bottle of orange juice. Judy couldn't help but notice the bulge in his shorts and shook her head again. She was used to seeing her son in an aroused state by now. Since he had hit puberty, the boy was practically a walking erection.
The mother knew that it was to be expected at his age, and frankly, she didn't mind the view. She had only caught a brief glimpse of his hard penis once, when she had accidentally barged into his room and found him masturbating. He had been sitting at his computer with earbuds in, and hadn't noticed her in the doorway. Or so she had thought. She had watched him casually fist his engorged member for just a couple moments before leaving and shutting the door behind her. She hadn't gotten a great view of his cock, but from what she could tell, it was at least as large as her ex-husband's. As he approached the kitchen table with the OJ, prominent tent in his shorts, she wondered for the hundredth time just how big his dick really was...
As the lethargic teen slumped into the chair across the table from his mother, she sighed. "Cal, sweetie," she began, trying to maintain her composure. "You're going to miss the bus again if you don't get a move on. And I really don't feel like driving you again today."
Cal (named after his father's favorite baseball player, Cal Ripken Jr.) had already received three speeding tickets in the two years since he started driving. The generally good, but impulsive young man was now forced to suffer the rank indignity of riding the school bus with all of the freshmen and sophomores who couldn't yet drive.
The tussle-haired boy took a gulp from the bottle, sighed, and gave her a slight frown. "I don't feel so good, Mom," he replied unconvincingly.
"Huh uh. No way you're pulling that today, bucko." Judy shook her head yet again, then grabbed her pack of Marlboro Light 100s and her Bic lighter. She extracted a cigarette and quickly lit it, taking a long drag and inhaling deeply to help calm herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Cal squirming in his seat as she blew out an elegant plume of smoke towards the ceiling.
Her son had never been bothered by her smoking, as long as there was adequate ventilation. But she had noticed that he was constantly sneaking glances while she enjoyed a cigarette since he had started maturing. She was thankful for his acceptance of her dirty habit, and frankly, flattered by his increased attention over the past year or so.
"Listen. You've only got about..." The woman glanced at her phone. "Twenty minutes till the bus gets here. So you've got until I finish my cigarette, then I need you to haul ass upstairs and get ready for school! Got it, mister?"
Cal begrudgingly nodded as he watched his attractive, young-looking mother suck on the filter of her long, all-white cigarette. As she exhaled another cloud just over the boy's head, she saw him try to inhale some of her smoke. Then he dropped his right hand into his lap, holding the OJ with his left.
"So, do you have any quizzes or tests first hour?" Judy asked, her heart rate increasing. She stood up, adjusted her robe, and stalked over to the coffee maker to refill her cup.
The teen just shook his head and replied, "Nope. Nothing important." While the woman's back was turned, he quickly leaned back, pulled out his thick 7" erection over the waistband of his boxers and shorts, then settled back in, all within three seconds.
When Judy returned and sat with her luke-warm brew, she grabbed her half-spent cigarette from the small ashtray. After checking the time on her phone again, she noticed that the boy's upper arm was subtly moving up and down as she took an unconsciously seductive drag on her all-white Marlboro. Her eyes widened in recognition as she inhaled the smoke deep into her ample chest.
