«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.

She paused, taking in the sight of her son's obvious arousal. "I understand that, sweetheart," she said softly, stepping closer to him. "But you can handle it until we eat, can't you? I made your favorite." She reached out and gently cupped his exposed groin through his pants.

"Just promise me you won't touch yourself in there while you're sitting at the table," she murmured, her breath warm against his ear as she lightly massaged him through his underwear. "We can find a more appropriate time later...for both of us."

Mom smiled warmly at his request, already finding the thought of being close to him in that way incredibly arousing herself. "Alright," she said quietly, sinking down to her knees on the floor before him and reaching for his belt. She undid it quickly, then lowered his pants and boxers together, revealing his throbbing member already pushing against the fabric of his briefs.

Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at him, wanting nothing more than to take care of this problem right away but knowing they both needed something to eat first. "We can sort this out after we've finished our lunch," she promised softly, gently wrapping her hand around him through the cotton fabric.

Mom hesitated, torn between the urge to pleasure her son and wanting to honor their agreement about eating first. But as his hand found its way up her skirt and began massaging her bare ass through her tights, she gave in. With a sigh of resignation, she lowered herself back onto her knees, straddled him and leaned forward until her breasts were pressed against his chest.

Her fingers worked expertly at freeing him from the restraints of his briefs as she moaned softly into his ear. When he was finally freed, she grasped him firmly in her hand, giving him a few long, slow strokes before burying her face in the crook of his neck and kissing him deeply.

"Mmm...you taste so good," she murmured between kisses, relishing the feel of him growing hard in her hand as she stroked him

Mom arched her back as she continued to stroke him with practiced ease, her free hand finding its way beneath the hem of his shirt and tracing gentle circles on his chest. "Oh, I'd love that," she whispered breathlessly against his neck before leaning in and kissing him once more. "I want to feel every drop."

As they continued to kiss and touch each other, their need growing with every passing moment, it became harder for them to remember why they had stopped in the first place - or even that they were still technically sitting on the kitchen floor instead of having moved to a more comfortable setting. All that mattered was this intense connection between them, the heat emanating from their bodies as they explored each other with reckless abandon.

Mom's breath quickened as her fingers began to move faster on him, stroking him expertly as she leaned forward and buried her face in the crook of his neck once more, sucking gently at the skin there. "God, you feel so good," she moaned, her voice thick with desire. Her other hand reached up to cup one of her own breasts over his shirt, squeezing gently as she arched further into him.

As he neared his climax, she knew they needed to move somewhere more comfortable if they were going to take this any further. "Let's go to my room," she whispered urgently between kisses, helping him stand up and leading him by the hand down the hallway toward their bedroom where they could finally give into their desires fully.