Note to the reader: this story is posted in the Mature category where I think it belongs. However, it does reprise some graphic mother-son incest from previous chapters that were posted in the Incest Taboo category. If you don't like to read stories with that theme, you might want to skip this one.
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I cooked some bacon and scrambled up some eggs for myself, which I downed with some hot coffee. I was feeling good, and wandered into the living room where I fired up the TV. I found a Saturday Night Live on the DVR that had been recorded the past week. I watched that from beginning to end, skipping the commercials. After that, I scanned the channel guide and found a South Park rerun that was just starting, so I watched that too.
When South Park was over, I got my laptop from my car where I had left it overnight. I checked my email - nothing of interest. To pass the time, I played a few games of FreeCell solitaire.
I was looking for other things to occupy my mind, but the events of the last couple of hours kept intruding into in my thoughts. I decided not to fight them and soon brought to mind the vision of my mother's red lips sucking on the head of my cock. The image of Lorraine at the foot of the bed with her robe untied. The session of tease and deny. The feeling of my mother's hair tickling my balls. Coming in my mother's mouth and seeing some of the spunk escaping down my cock.
It had been a couple of hours, at least, since my mother had brought me off. I hadn't been home for even twenty-four hours yet, and had had two massive releases, but the images that had invaded my thoughts were causing blood to rush to my cock again. And with a young man's resilience, I soon felt ready to take on all comers, so to speak.
I wandered back upstairs to see what was happening there. My mother and Lorraine had retired to the big bed in my mother's bedroom. My mother had put her sexy nightie back on, and Lorraine was under the top sheet, wearing nothing that I could see. My mother was sitting up with her feet flat on the bed and her legs bent and slightly apart. Her short nightie did nothing to hide her pretty pussy which was peeking out from between her legs and she did nothing to keep her treasure from my sight.
When I looked in, I said, "Is anyone up for some tea and toast?" "That would be lovely," my mother replied, so I returned to the kitchen, toasted eight slices of bread and poured some hot water over tea bags in a pot. I assembled cups, plates, sugar, butter, apricot jam, knives, napkins and the teapot and toast on a tray, and brought it all upstairs. In my mother's room, I placed the tray on a table on my mother's side and sat down on a chair. I was still in just my boxers, and my cock was making a noticeable bulge down one leg, since it had never gone completely back down.
My mother spread butter and jam on a couple of pieces of toast and passed them on a plate with a cup of tea to Lorraine. Lorraine sat up to hold these items on her lap, and when the sheet fell off her, I could see that, in fact, she was wearing nothing. She was leaning back on the headboard. I had already had several good long looks at Lorraine's breasts, but again the sight of those bulging, teardrop-shaped teats capped with amazing long and thick, dark red nipples, caused my cock to jump.
