Sandy woke the next morning disoriented. Having her son carry her to bed and care for her till she fell into a deep sleep seemed like a dream. Yet there she was safe and comfortable in the PJs he changed her into. The earlier part of the night in Tijuana was a vivid memory. Stripping naked for the police officers. Sucking their cocks and swallowing their cum. Then blowing her own son. Being brought to an orgasm simply by the taste of his cum in her mouth.
Going over the events started to excite her. The part with her son frighten her until she start to remember the rest of the evening. Dressing and washing up. Her son's loving arm gently around her shoulders as if protecting her as he led her from the police station to the car. His hugs and tenderness as he told her, 'I love you mom. I always will no matter what. Now let me take care of you.'. She was no longer frighten but felt warm and safe. Her arousal returned as she remembered his cock softening in her mouth and she having to be pulled away. She didn't know what would happen next. She did know she had to stop thinking about last night or she would soon have her hands between her legs.
Sandy showered and dressed in shorts and a tee shirt. She went to the kitchen to find her son Tim making breakfast.
'Morning sleepy head! I'm making pancakes and bacon. Do you want some coffee?'
'Coffee please. Pancakes and bacon sounds good.'
Tim filled a mug and served it just as she liked it, dark and sweet. They were silent as Tim finished cooking and served. Once seated they both attacked their food as if they hadn't eaten in a week. When they started to get their fill Sandy looked up from her plate.
'Tim, we should talk about last night. I...'
Tim cut her off. 'Yes but not now. Let's have a nice breakfast. Then we can plant the flowers you bought and straighten the yard like you planned to do. Finish up. I'll meet you outside after I clean up.'
Sandy agreed. When outside she couldn't help thinking how mature and loving Tim was acting. It warmed her inside.
Tim cleaned up quickly while going over the instruction the Tijuana officer gave him. 'Don't speak of what happened right away. Treat it as something not as important as your feelings and relationship with your mother. Make her feel safe, wanted and loved when you are together. When you speak of it tell her how you have always felt. Take the blame on yourself. Your mother is a very sexual woman. Don't be afraid to tell her your deepest fantasies.'
The rest of the day mother and son spent enjoying each other's company. That night after showers they ordered take out. Tim opened a bottle of wine for his mom. They sat in the family room eating chatting and drinking. Finally, Sandy again brought up the topic of last night.
'OK mom but I have to go first. First, I want to tell you how sorry I am about what happened.'
'OH Tim NO! It wasn't your fault. I...'
'Mom I thought I was going first. Mom I love you. I always will. For the longest time I've had feeling for you more the just a mother and son. Just being near you makes me happy. Last night I was behind the mirror.' Sandy gasped, knowing he saw everything.
