It was a lie. Everything had changed since he had filmed her, naked, wet and shining in the shower. He said nothing.
They ate in awkward silence, punctuated by Mom's friendly attempts to engage Quinn. The more she tried, the more sullen he felt. He barely heard most of it.
"So I'm getting lots of new subscribers," Mom said. That snapped Quinn to attention. "If they stay on, you're going to be back to school soon, for sure." She smiled, a smile that only Quinn could tell was faked.
"Mom, please..." Quinn whined.
"I just want to say that all this isn't in vain. You know how hard money has been since we've been on our own. I'm going to be able to pay off my credit card and we're not going to be late with rent for a long time. That's worth a little discomfort, isn't it?" Her smile was brittle.
"Discomfort? That's what you call this?"
"Quinn..." she sighed.
"Seems like all the discomfort is on my end. You're enjoying yourself."
She looked up at him, skewering him with her eyes. He looked away. "I don't appreciate how you're talking to me, Quinn. I'm doing this for us, for your education. Maybe that discomfort is your problem. I work a full time job on top of this and I'm contributing a lot more. You're not going to be able to contribute much if you don't get an education. I'm not hurting you and I'm not hurting myself, do you have a better plan?"
There were a few seconds of silence, and Quinn looked up at her only to look away again. "Babe, we're a team. I know it's been hard for you, but this is my burden to bear," her voice had softened. "You have some issues about how you think about me. No one is making you look at my pictures online. I have needs and desires, but I'm still your mom." Quinn's ears burned. He scowled. "Let's give this a try. It's working out well so far, and my eyes are wide open."
Both of them were silent again, and Mom ate the last of the taco on her plate. She took the plate and stood behind Quinn, rubbing his shoulders. His face grew even hotter. Mom was close enough now for him to smell her, the faint remnants of her perfume mixed with the day's sweat and taco meat. "I just... Mom, I know it's wrong."
"No, you
feel
it's wrong. Like I said, I'm not a nun. I know it's rough for you, but you need to face these hangups." She kissed the top of his head, and his heart pounded. "I love you Babe, and I'm doing this for you." Her hands dug into his shoulders, and he felt her soft breasts pressing against his head.
Quinn tried to regulate his breath. "Ok, Mom," he said, defeated. She ran her hands through his sandy hair. He felt like he was watching a train wreck in slow motion. Mom was right, in a way. She was probably smart and tough enough not to get herself hurt, and as much as it pained him to admit,
he
was the one with the problem. But how could he be ok with this? Really, the worst thing wasn't Mom showing herself off. Quinn didn't like it, but she was virtually anonymous online. His big problem was that he couldn't get her out of his head now. He would be paralyzed with guilt when he looked at her pictures online and jerked off. Even when he tried to think of someone else, it always came back to her. Maybe curvy Diana was too different from her in his fantasies. But then he imagined Trina, his supervisor. She was freckled and tall and gracefully slender, lithe and streamlined, with no curves. But it was impossible to get Mom out of his mind.
"Let's go get a cup of coffee, Sugar Lump," she said. "It will help soothe both of us a little."
—
Mom had on her long, gray coat, despite the mildness of the California winter. It was dark already, and the lights of the oncoming cars streaked past them. "They're bug bombing the rooms. There's no 'after hours' for a hotel, so we're just closing off the whole floor to be discreet. It's not like we get many customers this time of year. All the rooms we found bedbugs in were on that one floor. Hopefully that gets it all." She glanced over at Quinn. "Come on, Babe. Smile." He started when she placed her hand on his leg.
She turned at the light, and Quinn forced a smile, hoping the dark would obfuscate his emotions. How did she do it? He certainly hadn't inherited her smile. "Love you, Mom," he muttered.
Quinn ordered a latte with a bit of sugar and Mom got some abomination full of cinnamon and cream. Even then, he felt a little effete drinking something like this. He shook his head when Mom offered him a drink. They made small talk. Quinn was working on a dresser with a dragon theme. Mom saw a raccoon in the backyard the night before.
But then she hit him out of nowhere. "So I need to ask you another favor, Sugar Lump."
Quinn stared, bug-eyed as Mom told him what she needed.
—
"Now be sure to have your head turned toward me," Mom said. She had fitted Quinn with a headband camera. "Don't answer my questions, remember it's part of the fantasy." Mom had on her old stained apron. Quinn didn't even know she still had that thing.
Quinn knitted his brow. He sat at the kitchen table, not quite believing he was doing this again. "It's really important for you to keep your head still. All you need to do is follow my lead." Mom fussed with her hair, "Do you think I should wear glasses or not?"
"I don't care," Quinn gritted his teeth.
"Come on, Babe. The glasses make me look more 'motherly' don't they?"
He winced at the word, but nodded.
She checked on the chicken in the oven. "This is more complicated than I expected." She sighed. The table was set with silverware and a couple of glasses of wine.
Quinn gulped. A list of opinions and advice filled his head. It killed him inside, but he knew Mom needed to make the best video she could. "You're the most important thing here, Mom." His blush reached down to his chest. "The rest is details. It's not like guys think you're really cooking dinner for them."
She approached him and placed her hand on his cheek. He squirmed, uncomfortably hard. "Sweet, but I guess you're right," she kissed his cheek. "So just start rolling right when I come in, ok Babe?" He nodded. Mom clapped her hands in excitement and left the kitchen.
Quinn waited a minute, taking deep breaths to calm the storm inside him. Mom entering the room destroyed any hope of peace. She came into the kitchen, with her glasses and the old apron. The thing was, the apron was the only thing she was wearing. Quinn started the camera.
"Well, hello, Sugar Lump," Mom said. Quinn burned.
She walked into the kitchen, her tits swinging back and forth under the apron. A couple of times one of them almost popped out and Quinn held his breath. Her leg and thick thigh turned toward him as she approached the oven. "Oh, you're a hungry boy, aren't you? Well, it looks like dinner is just about ready." When she turned away the apron did nothing to cover her ass. She bent down, giving an unobstructed view of her pendulous tits from the side. She put on her oven mitts and took the chicken out of the oven. "Oh, no, Babe. Don't get up. You've been such a good boy. I want to spoil you a little bit." She cut a few pieces of the steaming chicken and approached the table with it.
To Quinn's surprise, instead of sitting across from him, she pulled the chair right next to him. Her hand touched Quinn's back and he did his best to hold the camera steady. Mom was grinning ear to ear. It seemed so natural, even more than when she really tried. It was like she enjoyed this. "Such a handsome boy," she cooed. She smoothed his hair back. "Now let Momma get you some chicken." She cut a piece and brought it up to him.
The maddening pull between humiliation and explosive desire froze Quinn in place. The only thing that motivated him was keeping Mom happy. After all, he was here to take care of her. He obediently opened his mouth. "Good boy," Mom said. She placed her hand on his leg as she fed him. The chicken was juicy and delicious. Mom was a great cook and any guy would be lucky to have her. Quinn felt he never would find a woman as good as her.
"All you need right now is some of your Momma's home cooking." She started to maneuver her body inside the apron, subtly pulling her left tit out. Her hand moved up to Quinn's lap, and bumped against his boner. There was a microscopic shift in Mom's expression, and Quinn couldn't tell what was going through her head. It wasn't embarrassment.
Unbidden, his eyes moved down to her exposed breast. There was her pink blushing nipple, the areola hard and large. "You make Momma feel so pretty, Sugar Lump. She loves how you look at her. Here comes another bite." Like a baby, Quinn opened his mouth for her. He chewed and swallowed, Mom rubbing his leg the whole time.
"Oops," Mom said, looking down at her exposed boob. "Momma's coming out of her apron. Babe," she covered herself in mock embarrassment. "You're staring. You just can't get enough of Momma's boobies, can you?" She looked him in the eye a moment and grinned. "Well I know it's ok with
you.
I just feel a little improper, that's all." A bead of sweat ran down Quinn's cheek. His cock was hard, wetting the inside of his underwear with precum.
"Babe, stop staring," she admonished, beaming. "You're getting so worked up. Look, if Momma lets you look at her boobies, will you settle down and eat?" She reached behind her for her apron strings. Quinn's heart pounded so hard he could feel it in his ears. When Mom let go, the front of her apron dropped down. It felt like slow motion to Quinn, and his eyes were wide with alarm and lust in equal measure. Now her tits were completely exposed. Her nipples were blushing pink against her fair skin. The areola and nipple were both big, and her boobs hung the way a woman's breasts did after she had kids. She shimmied, and her tits wagged back and forth on her chest like udders.
"Sweetie, there's not much to see. I don't know why you want to look at your old Momma's boobies." She paused and giggled, "Well, that's very nice to say, but I'm sure the girls at school look a lot better. Their boobies are young and firm." Mom had taken her hands off Quinn and was rubbing her tits, circling her erect nipples. "Babe, don't take this the wrong way, but Momma is getting a little excited. Go ahead, look all you want."
