«Go eat son» Mom stood near the door, beckoning her son to the kitchen

"No need to worry about that," Mom smiled reassuringly. "You focus on your lunch." She knew it was strange for him to still be living at home, but with everything that had happened...she wanted him close by until they could figure out what to do next. And maybe part of the reason she invited him back was because she missed her little boy so much and just wanted some extra time together.

Mom gave her son a meaningful look as he explained his discomfort, understanding all too well how such feelings could be distracting. "Alright then," she said softly, reaching out to gently touch his cheek with the back of her fingers. "Why don't we eat in here together? You can sit on my lap and...and let me help you feel better." Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of having him so close again, but she couldn't deny that part of her was excited too.

Her breath hitched as she waited for his reply.

Mom's face turned bright red at his suggestive remark but she couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. "Alright," she said quietly, sitting down on the bed and spreading out a comfortable blanket. She patted it next to her invitingly. "You can come here and take a look." Her heart raced as she thought about his reaction, wondered how he'd respond to seeing her bare body.

Slowly, tentatively, she lowered her cotton shorts and panties, revealing herself to him fully. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling exposed but also incredibly vulnerable and open in this intimate moment with her son.

Her son's command was unexpected but not unwelcome. Mom moved closer to him and took a seat on her knees in front of him, their bodies close enough that he could feel the heat emanating from hers. She looked down at where his erection tented his shorts, unsure of what he wanted her to do but willing to obey.

"Is there something you'd like me to do?" she whispered, her breath fanning across his skin.

Her son's command made her heart beat faster as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue hesitantly, waiting to see what he would do next. She felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness course through her veins, unsure where this was leading but trusting him enough to follow his lead.

Mom closed her eyes and tensed as she felt his erection press against the soft flesh of her neck. She could taste him on her tongue, a salty tang that made her feel even more connected to him in this intimate moment. As he started to thrust gently, his hips moving against her throat, she opened her mouth wider to accommodate him and tried not to make any noise as she struggled to breathe around him. It felt strange and intense at the same time, filling her up in a way she never imagined possible. Her body arched forward automatically, seeking more contact with his hardness.

She wanted him, needed him deeper inside her, but knew that this was as far as they could go for now. With each thrust, their bond grew stronger; each exhale seemed to mingle with the other's breath in a rhythm only they shared. She couldn't remember ever feeling so connected to

Mom nodded shyly, her cheeks flushed with excitement and pleasure as she watched him withdraw his throbbing length from her mouth. "I... I don't know," she stammered, feeling a flush spread across her chest. "But I liked it." The admission seemed to break some invisible barrier between them, making the air in the room feel charged with an electricity that neither of them could ignore anymore.

"Do you want me...?" She trailed off, nervously reaching down between their bodies to touch his erection through his shorts again. His skin felt hot and smooth under her fingertips, making her heart race even faster as she wondered what else might happen next.

Her heart racing, she stood up and arched her back, exposing herself to him in an invitation he couldn't ignore. "Please," she whispered, looking into his eyes. "I want your penis inside me." The words felt foreign on her lips but also oddly right. She reached down between their bodies, undoing his shorts and freeing his erection from its confines. As he stepped closer, she wrapped her hand around him and guided him toward her waiting entrance.

Their skin slick with sweat, they moved together slowly at first, each uncertain of what would happen next. But as they grew bolder, their rhythm became faster and deeper, a mutual exploration of desire and need that transcended their relationship as mother and son. Her breath came in short gasps as she felt him thrust inside her, filling her up in ways she never thought possible. It was exquisite agony,