"N-n-no...," John stuttered, surprised at his answer. "No! Not at all, mom."
Kathy looked at him strangely. "You...didn't mind seeing my...your own mother's...pussy?" she asked slowly.
John blushed a little. "No," he said, a little more confident this time. "I actually think you're pretty hot, mom."
Kathy continued to look at him, one eyebrow raised, and John could feel his cock growing despite his will. His mom must've seen it, too. "I can see that," she smiled, setting the plate down on the table in front of John. One hand strayed down to his crotch and gave his hardening cock a playful squeeze, before she kissed him lightly on the forehead and saunted back to the stove, her ass swaying as she walked.
John sat there for a few minutes, just watching his mother. What the hell had just happened? Had his own mother just squeezed his dick? By the time he was coming out of his own thoughts, his sisters, Kelly and Stephanie were coming downstairs for their own breakfasts. Both girls were dressed in their normal school uniforms (all three children went to the same Catholic high school, St. Andrew's): a plaid kilt and white blouse. |