«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 blushed deeply at the suggestion, but couldn't help the tiny thrill that ran through her. "O-Okay," she stammered, carefully bending over so he could see her exposed lap. "Just...put your thing in there, and I'll help you feel better."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for him to comply, nervousness and excitement mixing into a heady cocktail of emotions. She couldn't believe they were doing this, but somehow it felt right...it felt good.

"Either...either way works," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Just...put it where you feel most comfortable." The words came out faster than she intended, fueled by the sudden rush of desire coursing through her veins. She wondered what he would choose, and if this was how things were supposed to be between them now.

Her heart raced as she waited for his decision.

Mom swallowed hard, nervousness and excitement knotting her insides. She hadn't expected him to defer the choice to her like this. But now that he had...she couldn't help but feel a thrill of power surging through her veins. It was intoxicating.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at his expectant face and made her decision. "Then...put it in my ass." Her voice came out steady, surprising even herself with the confidence in those words. She didn't know why she'd chosen that, but something inside her demanded that he do it.

Her heart raced as she waited for him to comply, anticipation building in her stomach like a wave about to crash.

Her heart skipped a beat as she waited for his reply, her breath coming in short gasps. A part of her knew this was wrong, but another part didn't care - it felt too good to deny. Mom reached out slowly and cupped one breast through the fabric of her shirt, massaging gently, unconsciously arching her back as she did so.

"Please," she whispered hoarsely. "Do it."

Mom closed her eyes, anticipating the feel of his hardness filling her up...and felt a brief wave of self-consciousness as she realized how that must sound to him. But before she could second-guess herself further, his hands were on her hips, guiding her toward his lap...then slipping beneath her skirt, pushing aside her panties...

With one final press, he was inside her ass, filling her up so perfectly that she let out a moan, rocking back and forth against him as the pleasure coursed through her. She could feel the heat from his body against her skin, their breath mingling together in short gasps as they lost themselves in the sensation.

She reached up to cup his face, feeling the stubble of his beard against her palm as she whispered hoarsely into his ear, "That's it...just like that..." Her voice was low and