The next day, Dad went to work as usual, while I lazed around, still lying on Jaxonmar, reading adult novels on my phone. the story made my mind wander and recall last night's events with Mom. Out of curiosity, I peeked at Mom who was cooking in the kitchen. I was a bit disappointed because she was now wearing a short-sleeved, thick-material nightgown, different from last night. I returned to my room.
"Jaxonn… wake up, dear… it's already daytime, come on, wake up for breakfast," Mom said while knocking on the door.
I came out wearing a T-shirt and boxer shorts. It seemed like Mom noticed something bulging in my crotch. I, who was once shy around Mom, now started to feel bold.
After breakfast, Mom tidied up her bedroom and mine, then told me to clear the dining table and wash the dishes. She then went to take a shower to wash off the sweat and remove the odor from her body.
"Jax... Jaxonnn...!!" Mom shouted from inside the bathroom.
"What's wrong, Mom..?" I replied, placing the plates on the rack.
"Please get the towel from Mom's closet, I forgot earlier.."
Without hesitation, I entered Mom's room, took the towel, and brought it to the bathroom to give to Mom. Usually, when someone asks for a towel while bathing, they only open the bathroom door slightly, but my mom didn't. She opened the door wide, allowing me to clearly see her wet body, her hair still black and white with shampoo foam.
"Thank you, dear... do you want to bathe too? Come here, Mom will bathe you," my mom teased, speaking to me like a child.
Faced with that beautiful sight, I immediately got aroused. Without thinking twice, I agreed to my mom's invitation, took off all my clothes, and stepped in.
My mom smiled at me, looking at my erect penis, then showered me with warm water from the showerhead. I just stood there, still unsure of how to react or what to do.
"So you're really a naughty boy, Jax... standing so erect like this," Mom said as she knelt in front of me and lathered my penis with soap.
"Can Mom play with this, like last night?" she looked at me with eyes full of desire.
For some reason, I nodded and just watched Mom play with it.
"Emmghh."
My soft moan mixed with the sound of the shower water as Mom started stroking my slippery penis. An incredible sensation of pleasure spread throughout my body, completely different from what I felt during masturbation.
After a few minutes of stroking my penis, she washed it with water and Aaahh.. she took the tip of my penis into her mouth, sucking it and slowly taking the entire shaft like she was eating ice cream, Sruuullpp.. Sruuullpp... the sound of the tip of my penis hitting the back of my mom's throat made me unable to hold back anymore; I felt like ejaculating, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Aaaaagrhhh..." I moaned as I climaxed. The thick white fluid spilled into my mom's mouth.
"Ellppp.. mmm.. mmmhh, glekk.. ahhh," Mom swallowed it all.
"Sorry, Mom.. Jaxon couldn't hold back anymore." I said weakly.
"Emmm.. eemmh.. yummy, why apologize, dear? It's Mom who teased you," Mom replied, licking her lips, then stood up and hugged me.
"How does it feel, dear..? Do you like it?" my mother whispered in my ear.
"I.. I like it, Mom.." I answered, a bit nervous.
"Next time, don't masturbate alone, dear.. it's not good, since Mom is here." my mother continued, hugging me tightly.
After drying my body and herself, Mom took my hand, leading me to my room. She locked the door and closed the window. I just stood there, stunned, still in shock over everything that had happened.
Then Mom approached me, holding both my arms, then she tiptoed and pressed her cheek against mine.
"Jaxon, my dear... do you want something even more pleasurable?" Mom whispered, making me lose all sense of reality.
I really wanted to say, "Yes," but I couldn't just be passive and give in like this, I thought.
I grabbed Mom's head, looked into her eyes, and kissed her lips. Mom immediately responded to my movement, and now our lips and tongues collided in a wet, needy rhythm, the faint slurping sounds only intensifying the heated mood in my room.
It didn't stop there; I pushed Mom against the wall…
"Aw…! Slowly, dear.." my mother said, which only made me more aroused. My penis stood erect again, and I pressed my body against hers while continuing to kiss her. My right hand began to crawl toward her breasts, gently squeezing them and occasionally twisting her hardened nipples, while my left hand explored other parts of her body, starting from her back, hips, buttocks, and finally touching her vagina, playing with everything around that area.
"Emm.. emmhhhh.. emmhh.. aahhh..." Mom's moans were muffled by my mouth, accompanied by the wetness around her vagina.
Her hands hung around my neck, her eyes closed, her body writhing in pleasure from what I was giving her.
"Where did you learn this, dear? You're already so skilled." my mother whispered, panting, after releasing my kiss.
Before I could answer, my body was pushed by my mother until I fell onto my soft bed.
Mom crawled up onto my body with a face full of passion, pinning me down and kissing my lips again. Now my hips were between her legs, and she gripped my hands above my head. While continuing to kiss my lips, Mom moved her hips up and down, creating a soft, slippery friction between my penis and her vagina.
It felt so good. Even then, I forgot that the one on top of me was my own mother.
Creak...
Tap.. tap..tap...tap
The sound of the front door opening and the sound of footsteps in shoes hitting the ceramic floor changed everything. Panic, nervousness, worry, and fear all mixed together.
Who was that?
Could it be my father coming back to retrieve something he had forgotten?
Or was it someone else...? I wondered.
"Shh..." My mother covered my mouth with her soft hand.
The footsteps echoed around the house and were now getting closer to my room.
My mother and I didn't move a muscle so as not to make any noise. After five seconds, the sound stopped behind my wooden door, then faded away and clicked shut. The front door was closed again. I don't know who was there, but it seemed like they had already left.
If that person was Dad, could he have known what we were doing inside? And if it was someone else, why did they enter someone else's house without permission, and for what purpose? Thinking about it made me lose concentration, and my activities with Mom came to an end.