Chapter 3

It was Sunday morning. I was on my bed with a pillow behind my head playing my handheld video game. I could smell the bacon from the kitchen, so I was getting very hungry. Mom liked to make a nice breakfast on Sundays in contrast to our hurried breakfasts on the other days. It was bacon or sausage, eggs, pancakes, toast and juice. I wished Sundays came more often!

"Breakfast is ready, hon," Mom said, lightly rapping on my door.

"Okay," I said without looking up.

I saved my place in the game then shut it off. When I sat up, Mom had stepped into my room instead of going to tell Evelyn that breakfast was ready. Mom was in her usual Sunday morning attire, a pink floral robe and warm slippers on her feet.

"What's that smell?" she said, breathing in deeply.

"Bacon," I said. I loved how the great smell of bacon went through the whole house.

"No, I mean something else," she said, still sniffing while approaching my bed. "It's kind of musty."

"I'll open the window," I said, hastily. Did Mom smell my sex with Evelyn and Brianna? I needed to remember to open the window after we did it.

"That will help," she said, stopping. "Come on."

I got off the bed and followed Mom.

"What's this?" she asked, veering off to my dresser.

"Mom!" I yelled out anxiously

"What?" she said. It was too late. She had picked up the spray bottle. "Is this the stuff you got in your package?"

"Yeah," I said, watching the bottle closely. "Careful."

"Why? What is it?"

"Nothing." I so wanted Mom to put it down. I didn't want one drop of the precious fluid wasted.

"Nothing?" Mom questioned.

"It's sort of like a perfume."

"Oh, yeah?" Mom squirted the bottle into the air.

I took an apprehensive breath in then exhaled loudly. Everything was okay.

"It smells nice," Mom said, inhaling deeply.

"Yeah," I said.

"Very nice," she said. "Mmmmm."

The last sound was like a moan. I watched in alarm as Mom's face changed into a big smile. Mom put the bottle back and stepped toward me.

"You sure are growing up, Edward," she said, continuing to approach.

I stepped backwards.

"I bet you have all kinds of thoughts in your head," she said. "Adult thoughts."

"Mom?" I said, retreating until the back of my legs were against my bed. She stood in front of me and looked at me with a big smile.

What was going on? Was my mom affected by the spray? Could it be? My mom?

She loosened the tie on her robe then dramatically opened it. She was completely naked underneath and as much as I wanted to turn my eyes away, my instincts were to stare at her boobs. They were so much bigger than Evelyn's or Brianna's.

"Touch them," she said, perceiving what I was looking at.

"Mom?" I said, fearfully.

"Touch them," she said. "I want you to touch my tits."

I slowly put my hands out. She grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands so that I held her full breasts.

"Squeeze them. Play with them," she said while dropping her robe to the floor.

I couldn't deny that Mom's tits weren't fascinating. Since Mom was 38, her boobs sagged unlike Evelyn's firm tits but I was still intrigued by them.

"I knew you'd like them," Mom said, grabbing my dick through my pants.

Why did I have to get hard? Why? This was my mom!

"Let's see what you have," she said.

She pushed my pants and underwear down. My erect dick sprang out.

"Very nice, Edward," she said before dropping to her knees.

She took my dick into her mouth.

"Ohhh!" I groaned. I couldn't help it.

Mentally I didn't want to be here, but physically I was already too turned on to try to do anything about it. I watched Mom skillfully use her mouth on my dick. I didn't want to watch yet I had to watch. Once again, the physical overpowered the mental.