Breakfast batter


    The next morning, Matt was lying in bed, eyes closed but awake, not yet ready to get up. The teenager wondered about whether or not the previous night had been a fluke. Why had his sensuous young mother posed in his doorway in a revealing baby doll? After all, she coulde on to any guy in town. Matt thought about what happenedNand what to do next. She had almost seemed to be provoking him, teasing him. He’d been all too aware of her sensuality for the past couple of years.


    He felt her kissing his cheek. “Good morning,” she whispered in his ear, pleased to see he slept in the nude. He opened his eyes to see her, leaning over the bed in a burgundy silk robe, so thin you could see the baby doll beneath. “Morning, Mom. You’re in a good mood!”


    “Well, it’s a beautiful spring weekend, and my handsome honey hasn’t left yet for college!”


    “Okay. Did you go to the mall yesterday?” She’d returned home with a small red shopping bag.


    “Yes, I bought the other lingerie too, just like you told me to do.”


    “Good. Try it on and let me see.”


    “But  but it’s a bra and panties,” she objected.


    “So? It’s nothing different from all the bikinis I’ve seen you in.”


    “Oh, I suppose that’s true. All right. Now?” He nodded.


    She was in a bubbly mood as she returned to her room and put on the matching items. Her bedroom was on the west side of the house, where the morning light was dim and diffused. Excited to be modeling the expensive French set, she entered Matt’s room. “Open the ts so I can see,” he said. She tilted open a louver at hip height and another at chest level. Twin bars of sunlight streamed in, highlighting her purchase.


    In the direct light, Matt began getting hard. She was nothing if not naive, he thought, riveted by the disy. Although the full-cup bra hadce on the sides of the cups, and the panties hadce on the sides, the front of the bra and panties were a sheer dusky burgundy that, unbeknownst to her in her dark room,pletely exposed her breasts and groin in the shafts of light.


    Matt gawked at the sight of her thick licorice-colored nipples and, yes, shaved pussy. A tiny strip of cropped hair just emphasized the nudity of the thick lips beneath it. He couldn’t believe his luck. It had been so easy to persuade her to do his bidding. “Well?” she asked, concerned about his reaction. “Are they okay?”


    Matt’s mouth was dry. “Well, let’s see if they’refortable in a different position. Stand at the foot of the bed facing me.” She willinglyplied, pleased to see how decisive her young man was bing. “Now extend your feet to the sides and reach for the bedposts with your arms. Tuck in your butt.” Dutifully, she spread her legs, toes pointed to the feet of the bed, and opened her arms, proud of her authoritative son. “Pretend it’s one of your yoga postures.” There stood his mother, spreadeagled at the foot of his bed. Janice actually enjoyed the position since she loved yoga so much, but she was unaware of the strain of the taut bra on her thrusting breasts and the panties pressing against her prominent mound. Matt kept her posed for long seconds, thinking how easy it had been.


    “Good, that’ll do.” She rxed her posture. “They’re beautiful and you look great in them.”


    “Thanks, Matthew,” she said, beaming.


    “But you work out so hard, and your body’s so tight that I think you shouldn’t be so conservative. Why don’t you go back to the mall today and buy something else. What do they call bras that are smaller?”


    “Well, there’s half bras and French bikini panties, then there’s quarter or shelf bras. . . even thongs.”


    “What are they?”


    “Umm, they supports the breast from underneath. . . but don’t, ummm, don’t actually c-cover them,” she said, stumbling over her words.


    “Okay. Get a quarter bra and bikini panties, plus a shelf bra and thong. All in ck.”


    She blushed. “But Matthew, how could a mother like me wear a shelf bra and thong? That wouldn’t be right.”


    “Mom, you’re much too hot to act like a prude. Don’t worry, just do it. You’ve got to think younger. Besides, you’ll look great. All the girls wear thongs now. And it’s my treat.”


    “Well, if you say so. Thanks, sweetie! Now, how about my serving your favorite breakfast as a reward?” she offered.


    “Pancakes? Sounds good. I’ll be right down.”


    When Matt walked into the kitchen and sat, wearing a robe and pajama bottoms, arge bowl of fresh batter stood on the table,dle resting in it. Janice loved to cook. Standing at the counter in her silk robe, loosely belted, she was actually humming. “Mother, remember when I was a kid and we’d have food fights?”


    “I sure do. Like the time I had made the cookie dough but it was too loose and stringy.” She walked over to the table where he sat to get the bowl. “I thought I left adle in this,” she said, puzzled.


    “You did.” Matt raised therge spoon from hisp and flicked it at her, sttering her entire front with batter. Janice was stunned, her face covered with goo, watching the creamy mess slide down her breasts and stomach. It reminded her of. . . .


    “You horrible person!” she shrieked as they both broke intoughter. She straddled his chair, the stretched belt of her robe came undone, her strong thighs squeezing his. Giggling, she jumped on hisp, unaware of her groin resting on his. With her hands, Janice gathered up some batter off her breasts and, stillughing, smeared it on his smiling face. “You are so bad!” sheughed.N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    “That was fun!” heughed, wiping the goo off his cheeks. “But that’s enough horsing around!” he said in a deep voice of mock solemnity, wagging his pointer finger, coated with batter.


    Without thinking, she lunged for his finger and took it in her mouth, mping her teeth around the base. She eyed him, her eyes sparkling mischievously as if she might bite him. “Waste not, want not,” he intoned in the same stern voice. She removed her teeth from the finger, closed her thick lips around it and slowly backed away, sucking off the thick batter. His cock twitched. Her hot mouth felt unbelievable.


    “Mmmm, pretty good stuff, if I say so myself!” She had no idea her lips were covered with the stuff, looking like a sheen of fresh cum. She smiled at him.


    “That felt great but it was beginner’s luck.”


    “Ha!” sheughed throatily, “luck had nothing to do with it!” She was proud of her oral skills.


    He wiped the other cheek with his middle finger and held it up, joined to his pointer finger. “Then do it again, but do it to both fingersNif you can.”


    She hesitated, then, spurred by his taunt, leaned forward and, so caught up in the moment that she was nave to the implications, deep-throated his fingers. But this time, she sucked them off with the addition of her tongue, fluttering the undersides, hips squirming on hisp. “Ooohhh!” he said, his cock twitching against her damp panties, taken off guard by the way she sucked his fingers in until they disappeared. Suddenly crimson with shame at the crude symbolism of what she’d done, she broke off and stood, shocked and dismayed at her behavior, but undeniably aroused.


    “Clean your robe before the silk is ruined,” Matt said, his voice hoarse from arousal, his cock twitching.


    “Good idea.” She went to the sink and began running water, d to be busy in order to put that scandalous moment behind them. But it was toote; she’d already inspired her son.


    “No, Mother. You’ve got to take it off to do a proper job.”


    “Oh. . . okay.” She shrugged the robe off her shoulders and began rinsing the spots, her ass as clear as day beneath the burgundy gauze of the panties. While she concentrated at the sink, he ced the bowl of batter in the microwave. At the other end of the kitchen, she was oblivious, leaning over the sink, legs spread for bnce and focused on her washing. She didn’t notice when he used the microwave.


    Matt removed the steaming batter, quietly walked behind her, yanked open the waist of her panties, and poured adle of the warm mix down her rear. She stiffened at the shock, but to his surprise didn’t yell or move. Instead, she moaned as he watched the glop course down her crack and pool in the bottom of the panties. The shock of his prank was ameliorated by how good the hot mix felt. He pushed and rubbed on the panties, his middle finger over the crack of her ass, so the batter prated her ass cheeks. Her head hanging, she said, “You are such a joker,” in a rasping voice, turning around and raising her arm to yfully p him. But Matt saw the moveing and grabbed her wrist, lowering it to her side and holding the other wrist as well. “I thought you said enough horsing around?” she asked, her full, greasy lips in a pout.