By morning, Jake and his mother both found themselves in uncharted water. Though Chelsea was still his mother just as she had been for several years, she was also something more. Maternal as the woman was by nature, she was also a woman. Jake saw this with every glance.
They were famished from the night's workout and sat together at the kitchen counter devouring sesame bagels with cream cheese. Chelsea lounged in nothing but her short and black robe while Jake wore only boxers. They eyed each other happily like candy ready for the taking. Leaning against each other like it was just an ordinary morning, the couple sipped their coffee from warm mugs.
"I'm a little surprised you're helping me with everything," Jake commented. "I just want you to know it means a lot."
"I'm always here for you," his mother said warmly. "Even if my parenting style is a bit unorthodox, I'll give it everything I have."
"Unorthodox is putting it lightly," he laughed. "I really can't imagine any of my friends' moms doing anything remotely close to last night just for the sake of good parenting."
Chelsea shrugged. "They parent their way, and I'll do it mine. Who's to say one is better than the other? All I can do is love the shit out of you whether you like it or not."
He thought about it a moment and kissed the side of her head. "I prefer your way."
Sitting comfortably in the arms of someone special was refreshing for Chelsea. It had been a long time since she had felt appreciated, and it was hard to remember the last time her husband had even taken the time to join her for coffee. But today was different. She felt like a woman being appreciated by her man.
Jake followed his mother into the living room where she laid across the couch on her back and parted her legs. He could feel his cock growing inside his boxers, and Chelsea eyed the erection with a smile. With open legs, Chelsea's pussy was fully on display and could rival any of the seven wonders. Jake wanted that beauty as badly as he had ever wanted anything in his entire life.
Chelsea moved one hand in delicate circles around her folds while using the other to beckon her son closer. "Get on your knees and lean your cheek on my thigh," she instructed. "Watch my body get excited, and I want you to stroke yourself. Practice staying on the edge but don't cum."
Resting his face against her tender thigh, Jake was mesmerized by the spectacle. He could smell the womanly scent and feel its warmth radiating from her body. With every motion, her pussy grew slick and shined from the wetness. He listened to the sloppy sound of wet fingers sliding their way across the smooth surface and knew his mouth was watering. He took out his cock and jerked it aggressively.
"Not so fast," she warmed without faltering her own rhythm. "Learn to make the most of the moment. Don't be in such a rush to get to the finish line." Reluctantly, he slowed his pace. "That's a good boy," Chelsea said praising his effort. "I need you to learn some self-control so you handle being inside of me."
"You want me inside of you?" He asked while watching a clear stream run out of her opening before pooling over her puckered asshole.
"Mommy wants that more than anything, my darling. That big cock of yours is going to fill me up so well, and I'm looking forward to it more than you know. Keep watching, baby," she said rubbing her hand faster across her clit. "I want you to see how wet I get thinking about you."
Even at a slower pace, Jake was already about to explode. He had to release his grip time and again to keep from going over the edge, and Chelsea praised him each time he recognized his limit. Being so close to his desire was torture. He greedily whipped out his tongue and licked the natural lubricant from asshole all the way up to its source. She came uncontrollably squirting over her son's mouth and across his cheek as she screamed in ecstasy.
"Give me your cock," she demanded and placed it at the edge of her soaking slit. "Look where you are." She pressed it to her opening.
