For the first week after the incident with May, Mom and I sort of tiptoed around one another in the household.
We never mentioned what had happened to one another and our awkward family dinners with Dad only got more, well, awkward. Luckily, Dad was more interested in a new business opportunity in Bermuda than with what was going on in our household so we knew it was pretty much between us to resolve.
It was true Mom had been acting very weird, almost as if she knew something she didn't want me to know. Whenever I tried to approach her she was abrupt and gave me short answers to any question I asked her.
Whenever I broached the topic of 'the incident', she simply pretended that she didn't know what I was talking about and left the room.
The following Wednesday morning, I was eating breakfast cereal at the table with Mom. Dad had left for work at 7 and I had about thirty minutes left before I had to catch the bus to school. Mom was in her robe, reading the newspaper.
She had tied her silk robe a little loose and I could see about half of each of her concentric breasts.
I looked up at her from my cereal as she studied the entertainment section.
"Did it taste good Mom?"
She looked up at me "What's that dear?".
"Did it taste good?"
She gave me a queer look. "Did what taste good?"
I smiled. "My cum."
Her jaw dropped, but she tried to play it off. "What do you mean, honey?" She asked innocently.
"I saw May spit my cum into your mouth."
"Are you sure?" She asked suspiciously. "I mean, her back was to you and you were quite far from the doorway."
I didn't know what to say. "May said you did."
"I wouldn't believe everything May says." My Mom replied, folding the paper lengthwise.
"So... So you didn't?"
"Oh course not!" She said. "That's weird, don't you think? A mother swallowing her own son's cum? I mean, just because I helped you get laid doesn't mean I'm going to take on a mouthful of your sperm."
I didn't know what to think. My eyes dropped with disappointment. I thought for sure May had swapped my cum with Mom.
"Look at you!" Mom said. "All upset because your Mommy didn't swallow your load are you?"
I didn't respond. Instead, I went back to eating my cereal.
"Oh honey," Mom said eventually, "Of course I swallowed your cum and it was very nice."
My cock started to grow in my pants. "Really Mom?"
"Yes, and remember on a few nights ago, when I fell asleep on the couch in my robe and my boob slid out?"
I turned red. I had tried not to look.
"Well, I wasn't sleeping," she giggled. "How you grew up to be such a good boy with your pervert father in the house, I'll never know."
"Well, Mom... I, I really wanted too, but.."
"You're scared." She said, reaching out and touching my forearm where it rested on the table. "Well, I understand that honey, but I want you to know that any time you'd like to see my boobs or touch my pussy or play with it, or do anything at all, I'm here for you all the time, ok?"
"Really Mom?" I asked excitedly. "I can really touch your pussy and see you nude whenever I want?"
Mom's luscious lips curled into a smile and she nodded. "Of course. I mean, your dad isn't using it, so why shouldn't you? Besides, I do enough around here and I'm sick of being stuck with only the second biggest dick in the house!"
Mom was certainly not short of surprises. "Are you serious Mom?"
"Of course, but now you've got to get to school, you're almost late." She said, ushering me from the table. "Now go brush your teeth, I might be your future penis holder, but I'm still your Mother, at least until you go to university next year."
I jumped up to get going. "Oh, one more thing Mom..."
"What is it son?" She asked.
"Am I really bigger than dad?"
"Well," she said thoughtfully, "You're about the same width, but I think yours is longer by at least three inches. But don't tell him I told you though. While he's Mr. Cocky Businessman at work, at home he's very of sensitive about it." She started collecting the dishes off the table as I scrambled upstairs to brush my teeth.
"Now don't miss the bus, because I am not driving you today." She called after me. "I've got a waxing at 9:30 and I don't want to be late!"
At school I was completely preoccupied with the conversation my Mom and I had at breakfast. Was she really serious about letting me strip and fondle her whenever I wanted? I had to stay at my desk all day so that my hard cock didn't show in my pants.
When the bell rang I hurried home as fast as I could. When I entered the house, I saw Mom in the kitchen preparing chicken batter for dinner. "Your dad called and said he had to travel to North Carolina this evening for an emergency meeting with a client tomorrow, so it looks like it's just you and me kid." She smiled, wiping some excess batter from her fingers onto the flowery apron that hung around her neck.
I put down my school bag.
"Mom," I said, nervously, "About our conversation this morning..."