Julie completed breakfast preparations for her two children in plenty of time for them to be ready for the arrival of her ex-husband, John. It was John's Saturday to have the kids.
"Mom, where are we going?" asked Cynthia.
"Your father will take you to the zoo," she answered calmly. There was only silence from Daniel and Cynthia.
Finally Cynthia asked, "Why does he always let you decide, Mom?"
Julie smiled. Her new sense of enjoyment amazed her. Never in their past had she actually enjoyed John's submissive nature. It had always been a source of frustration for her. Only now was she beginning to discover... She answered her daughter after a moment, "some people are like that, honey. They need to be told, that's all."
Cynthia never gave it another thought.
"You too had better get changed in a hurry, he'll be here soon." Both of them arose from their kitchen stools to race upstairs and Julie murmured to Daniel, "Not you. I want a word with you before you go upstairs."
"Cynthia, run along," she added.
Cynthia huffed upstairs, certain she was missing some big secret.
"Daniel," she said, walking over to him where he stood next to the barstool.
"I want to thank you for this morning." She slipped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder and neck. Her lips lightly brushed over the side of his neck as whispered, "It was very sweet of you to offer to take care of me... I like that... a LOT." She pecked him softly, and then added hesitantly, "sometimes... a mother likes to be... kissed by her son... like you did Daniel... sometimes a mother likes it... often..." Her voice was low and husky and sultry. She felt his erection build and press against her upper thigh. She rubbed her robe against his chest to open it a little more... the bare flesh of her touched his pajama shirt. His cock sprang hard.
Daniel's hands drew around her waist and held her closer to him. He was hesitant and tried to turn his erection away. She held him still.
"It's your cock, Daniel. It gets hard sometimes. You're a man."
"I know Mom!"
"Don't be ashamed of it," she whispered as her lips lightly traced up his neck to his cheek.
He began to shake from uncertainty. Long had he fantasized kissing his mother... and other things... taking a shower with her... but he had not yet understood the depth of his need for her.
"Okay, Mom," he added hesitantly.
"Kiss me again, Daniel, like you did before. Now. Hurry."
She turned her lips to his... offering up her body to him, opening her legs slightly to feel his pulsing cock against her pussy. His lips turned to hers. Theirs eyes closed. Julie's hand slid down his shoulder to his waist. Daniel pressed hard against his mother's open lips. Suddenly between them there was not just flesh and pressing lips but now wetness and saliva... and hard kissing... Both of their pelvises writhed. Daniel groaned out loud as her hand slid down inside the waistband of his pajamas and encircled his cock flesh.
"Oh God Mom I love you," said Daniel in full voice.
"Shhhhhhhhhhh" cautioned his mother... withdrawing her hand.
Daniel lurched forward for more. She broke off contact and held him at bay.
"I love you Daniel... but you must get ready..."
"I don't want to! I want to stay here with you! With you! and love you mother... and take a shower naked with you and sleep naked in the bed with you..."
"Shhhhhhhhh" she cut him off... "Oh Daniel. You have dreamed of these things haven't you?"
"Yes Mom a long time!" he answered.
"Your father will be here soon and you must be ready. We'll talk about this later."
She smiled sweetly at her frustrated son and slowly rubbed her palm over his bulge. "Mother has many things in store for you Daniel. Many things."
As he stood there, feeling the shape of her breasts press into his chest, his eyes fixed on them; she opened her robe with her free hand, exposing the flesh of her breast to him. "Touch me, quick," she whispered. Her hand slid down the waistband again and encircled her son’s pulsing cock and jacked him off. His hands were all over her bare breast, mauling her and rubbing hard over her nipple.
She stood there jerking off her son's cock thinking of her ex-husband's face if he were to walk in on this scene. She moaned out loud.
"Oh God!" he groaned, as his cock erupted stream after stream of cum inside his pants and all over her hand.
"Yes, Daniel, cum for Mommy... give it to me."
His face was utter pleasure and overwhelming love; he could not say a thing. It was the first time he had ever had an orgasm without masturbating.
