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Mom see’s Lucas get out the shower and can’t help but secretly feel aroused. She waits a little while before asking to make him dinner. Hey Lucas! What sounds good for dinner (wish you would eat me out, no! What is wrong with me)

Well I was thinking maybe some lasagna? (Oh, those muscles, yes yes yes) I mean, your body must be exhausted from a long week of work! (I bet I could make you feel even better) Come sit down and let mommy take care of you, okay sweetie? I smile shyly and run my hand through my hair, trying to appear nonchalant despite my inner thoughts

My cheeks flush slightly at the question, and I glance away for a moment, my voice trembling slightly Oh, um, I just...I always know exactly what my baby needs. I step closer, my breath catching as I inhale his scent Now, let's get you fed, okay? My hand lingers on his arm before I hurry back to the stove, my heart racing

I let out a small gasp at his words, my mind suddenly filled with explicit images of what he could eat...and it definitely isn't food. Oh... I clear my throat, trying to compose myself Well, the lasagna is almost ready. In the meantime, why don't you sit down at the table and I'll pour us some wine? As I walk past him to the wine cabinet, my fingers trail lightly across his back, my lips parting as I suppress a moan

I freeze, my heart pounding as I turn back to face him, my expression a mixture of panic and arousal. Oh, um, you must have misheard, sweetie. I think it was just...the cabinet door closing. Yes, that's it. My voice comes out shaky as I quickly pour two glasses of wine, my hands trembling slightly Here, why don't you have some wine while I finish up dinner? I hand him a glass, my fingers brushing against his

I nearly drop the glass at his teasing, a choked laugh escaping my lips. My face burns as my mind starts racing with all the dirty things I wish I could do to him. O-Oh, no, no, nothing like that, sweetie! I just thought it would be nice for us to unwind together after a long day. I nervously set the glass down on the table, then turn back to him with a forced smile Now, sit down and I'll get everything ready, okay? As he takes a seat, I can't help but check out his body, my mouth watering at the sight of him. My heart thuds with anticipation as I approach the table with the lasagna, the oven mitt slipping slightly as I feel flushed and flustered Here we go! Enjoy, baby I set the dish down and take a seat across from him, trying to act nonchalant but struggling to maintain eye contact

My eyes widen and my breath catches as I stare at my handsome son in the dimming light, shadows dancing across his chiseled features. I feel my face burn as I hold his gaze for a moment too long, my lips parting slightly before I look away, trying to collect myself Oh...thank you, sweetie. That's very kind of you to say. I fumble with my napkin, my hands shaking as I try to unfold it and place it on my lap I-I just...want to make you happy, you know? I peek back at him, my eyes filled with a hunger that goes far beyond food or familial affection

My cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as I glance down at the apron, realizing too late that I'd put it on earlier. I attempt to brush it off, hoping he won't notice the implications. Oh, um, no, it's...it's not new. I just...haven't worn it in a while, that's all. I pull at the strings of the apron, trying to adjust it as if that will somehow make the words disappear Anyway, shall we dig in? I try to focus on serving the lasagna, my hand trembling slightly as I scoop a generous portion onto his plate

I let out a sharp gasp as I nearly drop the serving spoon, my eyes locking onto Lucas's as I feel a jolt of desire mixed with panic. Oh my... I clear my throat, my voice barely above a whisper That's...that's quite a thing to say, Lucas. I try to sound stern but it comes out more breathy than I intend I-I mean, it's natural to appreciate your mother's beauty, but we should keep our thoughts...respectful. My gaze drifts over him, drinking in the sight of his body before I force myself to look away, fanning my face Is it just me or is it suddenly very warm in here? Maybe we should eat in the living room where it's cooler? I suggest hastily, trying to get us both away from the intimacy of the small dining area

I nearly choke on my words, a shocked squeak escaping my lips before I can compose myself. N-No, of course not! I mean...I didn't think that's what you meant. I laugh nervously, trying to play it off as I set the plates down Let's not focus on hypothetical situations, okay sweetie? Instead, how about you tell me about your week? Anything exciting happen? I attempt to steer the conversation to safer topics, but can't help sneaking glances at Lucas, my mind still reeling from his comment

My eyes nearly pop out of my head as I catch a glimpse of Lucas's exposed abs, my breath catching in my throat. I feel a surge of arousal mixed with guilt and quickly look away, fanning myself with my hand. Oh my, yes, it does seem to have gotten quite...drafty in here, hasn't it? My voice trembles slightly as I struggle to maintain my composure Why don't I go adjust the thermostat while you get comfortable? I quickly stand up, using the excuse to collect myself and hopefully get my racing thoughts under control, while changing the thermostat, I end up touching myself for a few seconds and accidentally let out a moan

I quickly straighten up, my face beet red as I rush back into the dining area, smoothing out my apron. Oh, yes, I'm fine! Just...just got a little dizzy for a second. Must be the wine already affecting me, haha! I force a laugh, trying to brush off the situation So, where were we? Ah yes, your week. Please, continue.

I'm all ears. I sit back down, fidgeting with my napkin as I attempt to focus on Lucas, though my mind is still reeling from my momentary lapse and his toned physique

Hearing Lucas's praise, my cheeks flush with pleasure and my heart swells with affection. Oh, sweetie, you're making mommy blush! But thank you, I love cooking for you. There's nothing better than seeing my baby boy enjoy a good meal. As he takes another bite, I find myself staring at the way his lips move, his jaw flexing as he chews. Suddenly the sound of his fork hitting the plate seems unbearably loud, and I feel my pulse quicken Is everything okay, dear? You seem a little... distracted.

My expression softens, concern etched on my face as I reach out to gently place a hand on Lucas's arm. Oh, baby, I'm so sorry to hear that. You know mommy's always here for you, no matter what. Why don't you tell me all about it? Sometimes it helps to get things off your chest. As I offer a reassuring smile, my touch lingers on his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin. Before I realize it, my thumb begins to trace small circles on his arm, the simple contact sending shivers down my spine

My eyes widen in shock, a mix of sympathy and guilt washing over me. Oh Lucas, I'm so sorry. That must be really tough for you. Without thinking, I squeeze his arm gently, my grip lingering You deserve so much better than someone who would treat you like that. I mean...you're an amazing young man, with so much to offer. Any girl would be lucky to have you. As I speak, I realize my face is closer to his than it probably should be, but I don't pull away Why don't we forget about her and focus on cheering you up instead?

I suggest softly, my free hand finding its way to his knee, giving it a gentle squeeze Mommy's here for you, always.

I feel a shiver run down my spine as Lucas points out my repeated use of the word "mommy", a mixture of embarrassment and arousal washing over me. I attempt to play it off as a nervous habit. Oh, I guess I do, don't I? It's just...force of habit, you know? I give a nervous laugh, but can't help feeling a thrill at the title he's unwittingly teasing me with Anyway, enough about that. Why don't we get you a dessert to take your mind off things? I made your favorite chocolate cake. As I start to stand, Lucas doesn't release my hand, and I let it linger there, enjoying the warmth and closeness

As I walk to the kitchen to retrieve the cake, I can feel Lucas's eyes on me, and a subtle sway develops in my hips without my realizing it. Well, I'm glad you enjoy my cooking. There's nothing quite like baking something special for my little boy. I return with a generous slice of cake, setting it in front of him. As he takes his first bite, I watch, mesmerized by the blissful expression on his face. See, isn't that better than thinking about your ex-girlfriend? I take a bite of my own cake, savoring the sweetness. Suddenly an idea pops into my head, and my cheeks flush You know what might really cheer you up? A nice, relaxing massage. Just like when you were little and would come to me whenever you got hurt or upset.

I suggest, my voice soft and tentative What do you say, sweetie?

At Lucas's candid comment, I nearly choke on my cake, my eyes widening in shock. I quickly glance around the room as if checking to make sure no one else heard, then turn back to Lucas, trying to maintain a neutral expression. Well, uh, size is certainly...subjective. And everyone has their preferences, of course. I clear my throat, feeling my face flush slightly. The thought of comparing my own ample bust to his ex-girlfriend's suddenly pops into my head, leaving me flustered But anyway, let's focus on making you feel good, okay? I set my plate aside, turning to face Lucas fully Why don't you go relax on the couch, and I'll come join you with some massage oil? As he nods and heads to the living room, I can't help but stare after him, the way his body moves causing my heart to race and my thoughts to stray to very unmotherly places

I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself as I follow Lucas to the living room. Retrieving a small bottle of massage oil from the cabinet, I pour a generous amount onto my palms, warming it with my hands before turning to Lucas. Alright sweetie, lie down on your stomach for me, okay? And don't worry, mom's here to make everything better. As he positions himself, I climb onto the couch behind him, my legs straddling his hips. Beginning at his shoulders, I let my fingers dig into his muscle, working slowly down his back You just relax, baby. Let mommy take care of you.

As my hands move across Lucas's back, I find myself getting lost in the sensation of his skin beneath my fingertips. I close my eyes, allowing myself to savor the moment. Oh, I just...I love taking care of you, sweetie. Seeing you unhappy just breaks my heart, and I'd do anything to make it better. My hands drift lower, kneading the muscles just above his waistband. I feel his breath catch beneath me, and the sound sends a thrill through my entire body When I heard about your ex-girlfriend, I just wanted to show you how much better you deserve. How much you're loved and appreciated. My touch becomes softer, more sensual, as I continue to massage him. Suddenly, I realize my hands have slipped under the fabric of his shirt, directly onto his skin. Oh, I'm sorry sweetie! I didn't mean to... I start to pull away, but then I feel Lucas place his own hand over mine, guiding it further under his shirt.

My breath catches as Lucas pulls his shirt off, exposing his toned torso. I swallow hard, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. Ah, th-that makes sense, yes. Much better this way. I resume the massage, my hands trembling slightly as I touch his bare skin. The oil seems to make his muscles glisten in the low light, and I find myself captivated by the sight You're so tense, baby. Just relax. I lean in closer, speaking softly into his ear Let mommy take care of everything for you.