NOTE: All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age.
I trudge down the stairs, still sporting a semi even after I pissed to alleviate my morning wood, and I hear music and the sizzling of a hot griddle as I get closer to the kitchen. I smell cinnamon and sage swirling in the morning air as my mother cooks away. "Scar Tissue" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers becomes recognizable as my feet hit the ground floor. My mom's favorite band.
I round the corner to enter the kitchen and I am immediately welcomed by the most breathtaking sight of my life: my mother. Wearing just a bra and underwear, black and lacey, her hips sway to the beat of the Peppers as she hums along, spatula in hand. I notice her hair is up in a big, neat bun. I love seeing her like this. At 34, she's still jovial and carefree. Just like her smile, her bubbliness is infectious.
I do take advantage of the view, though, ogling as her butt jiggles a little with every movement. It's then that I realize, I'm getting harder and harder. I quickly grab a seat at the breakfast nook. I don't need her catching me tenting in my shorts.
"Good morning, Mom." I call out, breaking her out of her morning reverie.
"There he is! Just in the nick of time, breakfast is just about done." She turns a little and I'm granted view of her gorgeous side profile, and a gentle smile.
"Can't wait." I reply with a slight sigh. I'm definitely hungry for something, and food seems to be the only rational solution...unfortunately.
I tear my eyes away for a moment, turning to look out the bay window. Looking out at my late grandparents' farm, I take in the beauty of it as the sun starts cresting over the trees. Memories start flooding in. Nana is in one of her gardens, the vegetable one, weeding around the green beans. I remember in the evenings, rocking on the porch swing with glasses of fresh lemonade, talking about life. I can still hear her sweet laugh.
I look past to where we used to have a chicken coop, seeing the two dozen chickens we cared for strutting around as Pop sprinkled feed for them. He was a gentle giant, always towering over everybody, but he seemed to have a permanent smile on his face. Occasionally, he had a harsh, blunt kind of temper, but I rarely saw it. Apparently, he was less aware of it when my mom and aunt were growing up. It took my aunt moving a few hours north after she graduated and my mom running away at 16 for him to realize that he needed to change to get his family back together. "He really tried," Nana told me once.
All these thoughts swimming in my head were interrupted by the sound of a plate being set in front of me. My hot breakfast snapping me back to the present. I quickly look back and am rewarded with a brief glimpse of my mother bending forward, her lovely cleavage only a couple of feet away, before standing back up and grabbing her own plate.
"Eat up, kiddo! We're leaving in thirty!" she proclaims as she walks away, her butt slowly eating her underwear and exposing more of her cheeks.
I half chuckle at her insistence on calling me 'kiddo,' despite the fact that I'm 18 and a grown man now.
I watch my mother for a few more seconds before finally grabbing my fork and digging in, still trying to ignore my pulsating cock that still
will not go down!
Jesus, do I need to go to the hospital for having just a natural boner lasting more than four hours? Fuck me!
As I chew a piece of French toast, my mother drops into the booth across from me and her bra encased tits bounce a few times. Again, not helping my hard-on.
"How is it?" she asks, a hopeful look on her soft face.
I glance up to meet her eyes, "The best!" I reply, grinning with a cheek-full of delicious breakfast.
She beams, proud of herself, as she grabs her own fork and starts to eat.
Except for the Chili Peppers softly playing in the background, silence looms as we are just enjoying the food and each other's company. I try to be sneaky. Peeking at her here and there, knowing that once she's done, she'll have to make her way upstairs to finish getting dressed for work while I take care of the dishes.
"So..." she breaks the silence, "have you thought about getting into college, or maybe getting into an apprenticeship at all? I mean, graduation will be here before you know it. I'm so excited, but I'm going to miss my little boy when you're gone." She slumps in her seat a little, a pout forming on her face.
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Mahhhm
