Chapter 2 - Well Deserved
[The next morning]
Noah woke up late. He groggily looked at his phone and noted that it was almost 10am. It hardly mattered of course, he wasn't on break and it was warranted given how little sleep he'd had the previous night. The blonde teen shut his eyes for a second and took a deep breath, putting the events of the previous day behind him as a sort of fever dream. Sure, it had been the sexiest experience of his life but it was never going to happen again.
He lifted the phone to his face and replied to a few messages from friends before clicking on his fiancee's messages.
I thought we'd go get some dinner today? That restaurant we went to last time has some slots for tonight.
Oh, just checked and it's VIP groups only...
Are you still asleep? What do you want to do about this?
I'm just going to book it. I think the website still has your card details saved! I can't wait!
The blonde blinked a few times, trying to orient himself first thing in the morning and then typed out a suitable response.
That sounds good babe.
Satisfied, the teen left his phone at the side and headed to take a long, hot shower.
~oOo~
Savannah hummed delightfully as she scrolled through her phone to the sounds of gentle cooking. Her mind was at ease and her body somewhat satiated for the first time in decades. She liked her friend's pictures, sent a few messages and spoke briefly to Kendra, all while Tim finished up their late breakfast.
"Do you want to go get Noah?" She certainly did. Savannah's gamble the day before had paid off unbelievably. Noah was all over her, staring at her tits or ass or lips whenever she was near him and their leap into the unknown after Lisa had left was like the beginning of a rollercoaster of sex and passion, she was sure.
"Sure, honey." Savannah hid the smirk coming to her face and quickly headed upstairs. She momentarily popped into the master bedroom, checking herself out and ensuring she looked good. She was wearing a pair of black tights and an oversized t-shirt. One of Noah's old ones actually, that barely came down to the bottom of her ass. The shoulders were wide and it exposed a lot of her clavicle and her bra straps in a scintillating display which she was sure her son would appreciate.
Tugging the t-shirt down a little to show more skin, Savannah headed out to Noah's room. Yesterday, she'd been here and disappointed with things. Today, she entered without knocking, knowing that he was on that slow descent into the lewd realm of wanting her completely.
"Baby? Are you up? Breakfast is..." Savannah trailed off as she saw his bed was empty. The hiss of the shower and running water caught her attention next and the pale-eyed beauty smiled as she approached the ensuite door.
~oOo~
Noah pulled back from the spray of water as he heard the door click and a familiar voice come through the shower curtain.
"Noah, your dad's made breakfast." Savannah's soft, velvety tone was nice to hear first thing in the morning, even if it did invoke some rather dirty flashbacks.
"Oh, yeah, okay mom." He answered as calmly as he could. She'd never come in when he was showering like this before. The blonde wondered if their fun from the day before had triggered this or if it was his engagement that had rocked her to her core. From behind the curtain, he could only really see Savannah's silhouette and she seemed to be wearing something loose which hid everything except for her busty chest. He waited for her to leave but she lingered and he felt obligated to say something more. "... I'll be down in a minute."
"He was asleep by the way..."
~oOo~
Savannah bit her plump bottom lip excitedly as she stared at Noah's silhouette. He looked so good even as a shadow, it was ridiculous. Tall and lean and hard.
"Asleep?" Noah questioned. He was showing off his side profile to her, given the way the shower was set up and she visibly saw the shadow of his cock jump. He knew what she meant, he just wanted to hear her say it.
"Dead to the world. He didn't hear anything..." Savannah felt her body warm up as she watched her sweet, handsome son's hands slow and his dick stiffen into a thick shadowy rod. "So, we got away with it."
"...right." He sounded disappointed and it made her quiver, her pink nipples hardening and poking through her thin bra. "No reason for us to mention it again then..."
"Nope." She replied, glad he couldn't see her gleefully smirk. "And no excuses now either."
"..." His dick twitched visibly, bouncing up and distracting her for a moment as she tried to choose her words well. He was so close. She could smell it.
"Our silly little mistake. We can put it all behind us and never, ever do anything like that ever again..." The raspy tone she took seemed to do the trick as suddenly the curtain was torn aside to expose her hot, naked son fully. "Oh~!"
"Right..." He began, as if he wasn't showing her all of himself. Savannah wanted to listen to him, she really did, but it was an impossible request. No, her senses were overwhelmed by the smell of fresh soap, shampoo and a man, the sound of water spraying and his voice, the feel of her suddenly constrictive clothes and the sight of his sexy form.
Noah was all angles, his shoulders broad, his arms muscular and his chest hard. His torso was well defined with abs that formed a sort of arrow pointing down at his colossal dick. Fuck, he was so thick. The shaft looked even bigger than before and it jutted out from his crotch obscenely, pointing straight at her stomach as if demanding access to her body. Beyond that, he had strong legs and nice hands, hands that she watched rub his muscles lazily in a hilarious attempt at normality.
"...What do you think?"
"Huh?" She snapped her gaze up finally, realising she'd been staring.
"I asked what you think." He smirked at her and seemingly gave up all pretence to grip his pole and wave it about.
"Oh... well..." She stepped closer. "You're really... It's really nice, baby."
"Thanks. It's a bit of a pain to wash up..." Her stud son began stroking his shaft, rubbing and squeezing it slowly as she watched on. The water was almost completely abandoned and Savannah loved just how depraved he was already being around her.
"You need to though, baby. Your little girlfriend won't like it if your meat is all dirty when she tries to swallow it..." The milf shuddered at the look he gave her at that. A look that told him Lisa was woefully bad at sucking him. A look that said he'd love for a big-titted bitch to throat him properly. "Here, let me try to motivate you a bit."
~oOo~
