Devin came awake slowly and stretched with a satisfied moan as he realized it wasn't a dream. He was laying naked in his mother's otherwise empty bed, stinking of sex. He reached under the covers and wrapped his hand around his morning hard on. It was sticky, almost gummy. He swung his legs off the side of the bed and padded over to the bathroom.
He emerged twenty minutes later, freshly showered with fresh breath. He made his way toward the living room in search of his mother.
He found her sitting at the kitchen table nursing from one of her coffee mugs. She was watching the screen of her phone, occasionally flicking her thumb upward. If she knew he was there, she didn't take her attention away from what she was doing. He watched her for a few moments and admired her beauty. Her brown hair was pulled into a high bun, exposing the curve of her neck above the neckline of her satiny peach robe. One bare leg was crossed over the other. He noticed how delicate her bare feet looked and his cock twitched. He walked up and leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of her head.
"Good morning, mom," he said.
"Good morning, honey," she looked up from her phone to reply, "There's a plate of pancakes warming in the oven. You need to keep your strength up." She winked at him.
"Thanks," he replied. He headed over to the oven and opened it up to find a white plate sitting on the top rack. He pulled it out and grabbed the bottle of syrup. He joined his mom at the table and dug in. He didn't realize how hungry he was.
"Any big plans for the day?" Janice asked her son as if she already knew the answer.
Devin swallowed a bite of pancakes, "I was hoping we could... um, you know... " His voice hung in the air as he felt his cheeks flush.
Janice touched his arm and laughed, "It's ok, honey. We just spent the night having sex multiple times. I had your cock in my mouth. You don't have to be embarrassed talking about it."
"Easier said than done," he said before taking another bite, "I'll try, mom. It's going to take some getting used to."
They sat in silence as Devin finished his pancakes. His eyes were fixed on his mother as she absently fingered the lapel of her robe with one hand and scrolled on her phone with the other. At one point, her phone buzzed and she thumbed out a quick message. "Who was that?" he asked.
She looked up at him, "Just Lily. She was wondering if I was up to anything." There was a coy look in her eyes.
Devin thought back to the night last summer when he found her drunk on the sofa after a night out with her friend. It was a weird conversation even accounting for her being drunk, "Are you going to get together with her?"
"I told her we were celebrating your stellar report card this weekend," she replied, "Maybe next weekend."
He finished the last bite and put his plate to the side, "Can I ask you something, mom?"
She looked up from her phone and put a hand on his with a gentle squeeze, "I promised I would do anything you told me to. Answering questions counts."
His cheeks were blazing hot with embarrassment, "Why are we doing this?"
The corners of her lips turned up into a smile, "Because I love you and I want you to succeed."
"I love you, too." he said, "But this..." he let it hang there..
Janice looked into his eyes, seeing the embarrassment and confusion, "That's obviously not the only reason."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Your father and I were not having sex long before we got divorced," she said in a softer voice, "It has been so long since I've felt desirable."
The vulnerability in her tone caused a lump to form in his throat, "You're beautiful, mom. You could have any guy you wanted."
Her smile turned a bit sad, "Thank you, honey. That's very sweet."
"It's true, mom," he said with more intensity than he intended, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You're smart, confident, sexy. You're the total package."
She stroked his arm, "There's a big difference between knowing and believing. The divorce made me feel very bad about myself. I just haven't had the confidence to try and meet anyone new."
Devin wasn't expecting the serious turn of the conversation and his cock deflated. Her sadness gave him clarity and he knew this wasn't the time. "That still seems like a big leap to this."
She wiped the corner of her eye, "It wasn't a decision I made lightly. I tried to ignore it when it dawned on me that you could be interested in me sexually. Once the idea took root, I struggled with it for months over the summer. Honestly, I was struggling with it until I walked through the door last night."
Devin began to feel guilty. He never considered how she might be feeling about having sex with him. He started to feel like he was taking advantage of her, "We don't have to go through with it. I don't want you to do things you don't want to do."
"I love you, honey," she said. Her tone was less sad, "I want to do this. I need to do this. The idea of having sex with you has been consuming me. I've never been so turned on in my life." His mother's shift in tone back to smoldering caused his dick to harden again..
"But you just said you were struggling," he replied.
"I was struggling. Not about wanting to do it but whether I could go through with it," she said. "I was a bundle of nerves before I sucked you off the first time. My nerves this time weren't any better. I was so relieved when you took charge. I needed you to tell me what to do," She was leaning forward in the chair, her robe opened just enough for him to see the inside curve of her breasts. "And you didn't disappoint, honey." She winked at him again.
Devin's cock came to full attention. There was an aura of sensuality that flipped a switch in his head. His guilt was gone as this sexy woman enticed him. He took a firm grip on her hand and pulled her forward. His mother allowed him to pull her closer and he leaned in to kiss her. There was no tentativeness in this kiss. It wasn't a slow build. Their mouths were wide open and their tongues dueled.
Devin held his mother's face in his hands and pulled away, "Take off your robe. I want to see you" He released her as she stood up. Her hands floated down to the belt of the robe and she pulled one end of the silk belt. He watched with increasing anticipation as one loop grew smaller until it disappeared to release the knot. With the belt loose, she reached up to grab the edges of the robe and slowly peeled it back.
Devin was mesmerized as his mother's body came into view. Her deliberate slowness allowed him to burn the image into his mind. This was the first time he saw his mother fully naked and he savored it.
Her robe parted like a movie theater curtain to reveal herself to her son. Her mound came into view first. The first thing he noticed was a neatly trimmed, triangular bush pointing down to her labia. Her hips came into view and he noted they were full but not wide. It was the shape of a mature woman and he felt drool forming in his mouth.
His eyes drifted up to see his mother's completely opened robe revealing her breasts. They weren't like the milf porn actresses. They were mature and full but not big enough to sag much. Her pale nipples were at attention as she shrugged her shoulders and let the robe fall to the floor. He had seen her breasts weeks ago when this all started and he thought they were beautiful then. Now standing in front of him, fully exposed to his hungry eyes, her breasts were stunning. He thought that her body was perfect.
"Turn around," he said. He wanted to see all of her.
