I woke up in my bed with a rock-hard morning erection. I decided to take a bath, washed myself thoroughly like a good boy, and smiled at my reflection (already imagining what you perverts are thinking, huh?). After finishing my bath, I got dressed in my university uniform, packed my books, and double-checked my homework—everything was perfectly done. Feeling accomplished, I headed downstairs for breakfast.
I headed downstairs to the kitchen, where Mom was already at the stove, humming softly as she cooked. She was wearing nothing but a tiny silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh, the fabric clinging to her full, heavy breasts and round ass. The robe was tied loosely, and every time she moved, it parted just enough to flash the smooth, pink lips of her pussy (glistening slightly, like she'd been touching herself while thinking about me).
I'd seen it a thousand times growing up; she never bothered closing her legs or covering up around the house. Once, when I was younger, I'd asked her why she was always showing me her pussy. She just laughed, ruffled my hair, and said in that sweet, teasing voice:
"Because you literally came out of this pussy, baby~ ♡ It's nothing you haven't seen before… and Mommy loves knowing her big boy still enjoys the view."
She glanced over her shoulder now, catching me staring, and gave me that knowing smile.
Mom: "Morning, sweetheart~ Eggs are almost ready. Come give Mommy a proper good-morning hug first… unless you're too distracted by something else down here~?"
She playfully spread her thighs a little wider as she stirred the pan, letting the robe fall open completely, her wet pink folds on full display.
What do you do, baby~?
I step close and wrap my arms around her from behind, pressing my whole body against hers. My cock (already hard and free from my pants) slides naturally between her warm thighs. I don't push inside; I just let the swollen head glide back and forth along her slick, pink folds while I rest my chin on her shoulder and look into her eyes in the reflection of the kitchen window.
She lets out a soft, breathy moan, stirring the eggs with one hand while the other reaches back to caress my hip.
Mom (whispering): "Mmm, good morning to you too, baby~ Feels like someone woke up needy…"
We rock together slowly, my tip teasing her clit in little circles, coating myself in her wetness. Her breathing gets quicker, matching mine. A few minutes of that delicious friction and we both shiver hard; I spurt thick ropes across her pussy lips and thighs while she trembles and soaks my cock even more.
Mom turns her head, kisses my cheek softly, then grabs a warm washcloth from the sink. She gently wipes us both clean, giving my sensitive tip a playful little squeeze.
Mom: "There we go… all better. Now go sit down, sweetheart. Breakfast will be ready in just a minute~"
I nod, tuck myself back in, and take my usual seat at the table, heart still racing as I watch her finish cooking with that satisfied glow on her face.
Mom finishes plating the eggs and toast, sets mine in front of me with a warm smile, and settles into the chair across the table. The robe has fallen completely open now; she doesn't bother closing it. Her thighs part wide under the table, her freshly-cum-slick pussy still glistening and leaking a little onto the seat.
As we start eating, her bare foot slides up my leg, toes curling gently around my half-hard cock through my pants. She unzips me quietly with her toes (she's done this a hundred times) and wraps her soft sole around my bare shaft, stroking slowly while she takes calm bites of toast with one hand. Her other hand disappears between her legs, two fingers lazily circling her swollen clit.
We lock eyes the whole time, chewing in silence except for our quiet breathing. The footjob is perfect: slow, warm, teasing pressure from heel to toes. Her fingers speed up under the table; I can hear the wet little sounds mixing with the clink of forks.
A few minutes later her eyes flutter, thighs trembling. She bites her lip to stay quiet as she cums, pussy pulsing visibly. The sight sends me over; I spill thick and hot across her foot and ankle while trying not to groan too loud.
She smiles, wipes her fingers on a napkin, then reaches down and cleans my cum from her foot with the same napkin like it's the most normal thing in the world.
Mom (softly, lovingly): "My sweet boy… come home early today, okay? Mommy can't go all day without her favorite man inside her."
I swallow the last bite, nod, and whisper, "Same here, Mom. I'll be back as soon as class ends."
I zip up, sling my bag over my shoulder, steal one last kiss from her cum-glossed lips, and head out the door, already counting the hours until I'm home again.
I push open the bedroom door and call out, "Mom, I'm home!"
Her voice floats from the bed, warm and eager: "Ah, perfect timing, baby~ Come sit with Mommy."
She's perched on the edge of the mattress in just a loose tank top and nothing else, a pile of freshly washed clothes beside her. Her thighs fall open the moment she sees me, that familiar glistening pink already waiting.
I drop my bag, crawl onto the bed, and slide right up between her legs. Two fingers sink easily into her soaked pussy; she's dripping so much it coats my hand instantly. I start pumping slow and deep while she keeps folding a pair of my boxers like nothing's happening.
Mom (breathless but casual): "Sweetheart… be a good boy and hand Mommy those panties on top—the black lace ones. They're still soaked from this morning~"
She nods toward the pile. I grab them with my free hand and immediately bury my face in the crotch, inhaling her musky scent while my fingers curl inside her, stroking that spot that makes her thighs tremble.
Mom keeps folding, humming softly, occasionally pressing the damp panties harder against my nose with one hand while the other steadies the laundry. My cock's out now, stroking fast in my fist, slick with precum.
A few minutes of that perfect rhythm (wet sounds of my fingers plunging, her soft moans muffled against the panties over my face) and we both shatter together. She clamps around my fingers, soaking the sheets beneath her; I spurt hard across her thigh and the clean clothes she hasn't folded yet.
Mom giggles, kisses my forehead, and whispers, "Such a good boy for Mommy… I'm going to take a quick bath now. You look worn out—go ahead and nap, baby. We'll play more when I'm all clean and fresh for you~"
She pads off to the bathroom, hips swaying, leaving me sprawled on her bed surrounded by the smell of her cum and warm laundry, already drifting into a satisfied sleep.
When I slowly wake up, Mom is already straddling me, completely naked, her warm, soft body pressed against mine. She's gliding her dripping pussy up and down my bare cock (never letting me slip inside), just slow, loving strokes that mix my dried cum from earlier with her fresh slick. The head of my cock keeps nudging her swollen clit, making her shiver every time.
She looks down at me with those sleepy, adoring eyes and smiles.
Mom (whispering): "There's my sweet boy… Mommy missed you even in her dreams."
I reach up and cup her face. She leans down, our lips meeting soft and slow at first, then deeper. Our mouths open, tongues sliding together, sharing warm saliva while she keeps that gentle rhythm between my legs (up, down, up, down), coating me completely in both of us.
The kiss turns hungry but still tender, little moans vibrating between our lips. Her heavy breasts drag across my chest, nipples hard. Minutes pass like that (just kissing, grinding, breathing each other in) until we both tense at the same moment. She gasps into my mouth as her pussy flutters and gushes over my cock; I throb hard and spill another thick load between her folds, painting her lips and belly white.
Mom breaks the kiss just long enough to press the softest kiss to my forehead.
Mom (sleepy, loving): "Good night, my perfect sweetheart… Mommy's got you."
She collapses onto my chest, arms wrapping tight around me, one thigh draped possessively over mine. I hug her close like she's my teddy bear (warm, naked, sticky, and all mine). Within seconds our breathing slows, hearts beating together, and we drift off tangled up in each other, the whole room smelling like us.
Morning light spills through the curtains as I stir awake. Mom's already sitting up beside me, her naked body glowing in the soft sun, hair a little messy from sleep. She leans over, kisses my cheek, and whispers:
Mom: "Good morning, my love~ Stay in bed a little longer. Mommy's going to make us a nice big breakfast. You go take a slow shower and wake up properly, okay?"
I nod, still half-dreamy, and watch her slide out of bed. She doesn't bother putting anything on; just pads barefoot toward the kitchen, hips swaying, the curve of her ass and the faint shine of last night's dried cum on her thighs making me smile.
I stretch, finally climb out of bed, and head to the bathroom. The warm water feels perfect running over my skin, washing away the sticky sweetness of everything we did. I take my time, knowing Mom's downstairs cooking naked just for me, humming happily, already excited for when I come down and we start the new day the same way we ended the last: close, loving, and completely ours.