A reaction of love and joy

It was just the way she looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes. Like the times I was a little kid and brought her a homemade card with flowers for mothers day or when I'd offer to help take care of her when she got sick. It was a reaction of love for her child and joy that he still desired a close relationship with her.

"Oh, Mike, that's such a beautiful idea! It can be our very own special bonding time!" My mom cheered in delight.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT!?!?" My father's roaring voice blasted through the room and I felt myself shrink back in fear as I saw how red his face was getting. Oh fuck. I had never seen him this angry before.

"I SHOULD BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU RIGHT THIS FUCKING-"

*SLAP*

I hardly even noticed my mom move. One second she was at the kitchen counter, then she was suddenly in front of my father wither her arm outstretched. And against all possibility, a handprint redder than his face began taking shape on his cheek. The look of pure hatred had turned into cold shock as he turned to stare wide-eyed at mom. Her once happy face was now holding a disapproving scowl.

Loudly, mom spoke in a stern voice, "No more of this! Whatever it is you have against our son, IT ENDS HERE! Understand? You're always on our son's back about his lack of initiative, and now, when he brings up an amazing idea for our household, you still find a way to be angry! There will be NO MORE OF THIS!"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" My dad snapped back before...

*SLAP*

"NO MORE!" Mom shouted. "Here's what's going to happen. You're going to shut up, move over, and enjoy the meal I happily cooked for you while I spend some personal time with our son. Understood!?"

Any rebuttals my dad had, died in an instance. His red face had lost all color and even I felt afraid. I had never seen mom so angry before. It was absolutely frightening, yet all the more arousing with how she rebuked dad just so she could blow me in peace. Then, just as my mom had ordered, my father got up and moved over to a different seat at the table. His eyes were cast down the whole time as he moved. Hearing mom clear her throat, I glanced up to see her nodding expectantly at the seat my dad just left leaving me confused.

Wha-Oh yeah! I said that she'd blow me at the head of the table. Duh.

Quickly I stood up from my seat and scurried over to take dad's former chair. A leather chair that couldn't have felt more comfortable than it did now. Glancing back up at mom, I felt a renewed sense of calmness as her warm smile returned. Then, as if nothing had happened, she began to set the plates of food down. The first plate, she placed in front of my dad, making him jump a little as it clacked against the table, then the next plate, she set in front of an empty chair, and then the last one she placed gently in front of me. A perfectly cooked omelet, just how I liked it.

"Thanks, mom." I smiled up at her.

"Your welcome sweety." She said back warmly as her face started to blush. Quieting down she continued, "So, I've only given a blowjob a few times... when I was in college. I don't know if I'll be any good. I hope... I hope you won't be disappointed."

I swore I couldn't have gotten any harder until I heard those innocently spoken words leave my mother's lips. I'm sure I had a very large grin on my face at that moment.

Tenderly, I reached out and took one of mom's hands before sweetly talking to her, "It's okay mom. As long as you try to do your best, you'll be fine. There's nothing to worry about."

In the corner of my eye, I could a certain man slowly turning red once again.

"Thank you, sweety. I swear, I'm so lucky to have a such caring son like you."

"And I'm lucky to have such a loving mother like you. Now, for this..." I paused, as an additional naughty idea came to mind that would make this even better than before. "For doing this, my idea was that you could start by taking your dress off. That way you could use it to pad your knees."

"Oh?" Mom let out surprised.

A sudden bang could be heard making us both turn our heads. I could see my dad's face was back to its beet-red color, and he even had some veins bulging around his forehead. His fist was balled around a fork on the table next to his plate, but surprisingly, he didn't say a single word, as he stared intensely at the plate.

Looking back at each other, my mom just shrugged before saying, "Well that makes plenty of sense to me."

Then, with a little less sensuality than I would've liked, my mother reached up and pushed the straps of the dress off her shoulder, letting it slide down her body and onto the floor. And god damn, did my mom have a beautiful pair of tits! It didn't even occur to me that she wasn't wearing a bra... and also no panties! Her bare pussy was on full display. I could feel my mouth water as I took in the naked sight of my mom's curvy body. Everything about her appearance from head to toe is what I imagined a goddess to look like. My sex goddess.

"I hope seeing my old naked body doesn't ruin this special time together," Mom spoke with concern.

"God no, mom. You are absolutely beautiful! Perfect even. Nothing about you could ruin this moment together."

Her blush deepened as she looked down shyly.

"Now, why don't you take that dress and crawl under the table so we can get started," I spoke up.

Still blushing, mom nodded her head before carefully getting down onto her hands and knees. Then, in a way that couldn't have been sexier to watch, she began crawling her way under the table with her sexy ass wiggling behind. For a minute there were just sounds of her moving around and the ruffling of cloth, but before I could ask if she was having any trouble, the feeling of her hands on my legs stopped me. Looking down, I could see my mom's face peeking out from under the table between my legs, her face still blushing but also holding a small amount of excitement.

"Are you ready to give me a blowjob mom?"

An eager nod was all I received.