My Dad died when I was about six and ever since then, I've done my best to make him proud. I'm a straight A student who has never once been in trouble at school. However, I have another responsibility. Being the man of the house, I have to take care of my widowed mother and she takes care of me.
Ever since my eighteenth birthday, my mother would "reward" me for my good grades in a very different way. After I was finished with my homework, she'd check to make sure that it was completed, quiz me with the material to review, and then fall to her knees and suck me off.
Being an only child and a bit anti-social at school, I had assumed that this was completely normal behavior for a mother and son. I made her feel good by doing well in school and helping around the house and she made me feel good by sucking my cock. It was an even trade in my mind.
It was my last week of my senior year of high school when it started to get a bit weirder. I would be headed off to college in the fall and would be away from home for months at a time. My mother voiced her concerns about the lack of a male presence in the house with me away, but I had received a full ride to an Ivy League school and couldn't pass up the opportunity. I would miss the nightly blowjobs, but I was starting to think that my mother might miss them more.
One night as I was cramming for my final exams, I heard the door swing open behind me and soon felt my mother's soft hand on my back. She traced a circle with her nails on my neck and massaged my shoulders gently.
"Are you stressed, baby?" she asked.
"No, I'll be fine. I just need to look over these formulas a view more times," I reassured her.
"OK, well, why don't you take a break for now," she suggested.
"That sounds like a good idea," I agreed, spinning in my chair to face her.
To my shock, my mother had on a red lace teddy, the sexiest outfit I'd ever seen her in. Granted, she was nearing 50 but my mom still looked good. She had a pretty face, accented by her shoulder-length black hair and warm brown eyes. Her ass was nice and round and her tits were about a handful or two in size and still hung high on her chest despite her age. They were on full display in her revealing lingerie and she smiled as my eyes crawled over her hungrily.
"Do you like it, honey?" she asked, turning around so I could get the full view.
I simply nodded, my jaw hanging open.
"Do you want to touch me?" she offered.
Now, I had never laid so much as a finger on my mother, so her proposal took me by surprise.
"Touch you? Where?" I responded finally.
"Wherever you'd like. I figure you're old enough to appreciate a woman's body by now. How about my breasts? I know you've had your eyes on them for a while now."