I had just gotten back from my second year at college. As soon as my parents were around, I knew something wasn't right. There was tension in the air and my Mom and Dad were arguing constantly. I didn't say anything at first. I was up early one morning. I sat down to eat some cereal when my Mom came out of her bedroom. She was wearing this low cut bathrobe. I could clearly see her cleavage.
Mom didn't seem to care that she was showing off to me. She came up behind me and began to rub my shoulders. It felt so good what she was doing and I could smell the scent of perfume from the previous day.
"What's going on with you and Dad?" I asked her.
My mother said that their relationship had been going downhill the past year. Mom seemed to think that Dad secretly had another woman he was seeing on the side. I turned around in my chair and my mother's chest was directly in my line of sight. God, I wanted to rip her robe off and take her right there. I tried to be good for the time being.
"I'm so glad you are home now Rob, I need someone to talk to."
My mother might had been in her early forties but she was still hot. Especially because she had big breasts. Her tits were just inches from my face now. I was having a hard time restraining myself.
"You know I am always there for you Mom," I told her.
My Mom threw her arms around my neck and she hugged me. I could feel her nipples pushing against my chest. I couldn't take it any longer. I reached down to the bathrobe belt and I loosened it. I pulled her robe away from her body and I ripped it free. My mother's eyes said it all. She was shocked that she was now naked in front of me. I stood up and pulled off the shorts I was wearing and let them fall to the floor. Mother and son were now naked.
I didn't give my Mom any time to recover. I moved her over to the dining room table, just a few feet away. I lifted her ass up and I planted her on the table.