From her son Mike, obviously

Ellen woke up on Saturday morning feeling good. This was her one day of the week to leave the alarm off and sleep in as late as she wanted. It felt so ridiculously pleasant to lay in bed until 9:30, even 10 or 10:30 sometimes, just looking at the sun stream through the window or marveling at how comfortable her sheets and mattress felt on a lazy day. Perhaps it meant she was working too hard, if such a mundane thing could feel so good, but such was life. Everybody had to work for a living unless they were born with a silver spoon in their mouth and could have servants to jerk off onto their food for that delicious cum.

Just after 10, she wandered downstairs in the nude to make coffee. Mike and Andre had been up until late playing video games and she saw a note on table, "Mom, Andre went home. He enjoyed you so much he jerked off so you'd have something for your morning coffee. We were up late so let me sleep in. I jerked off too and our cum is in the fridge. --Mike"

Ellen smiled. She had such a good son, even if she'd prefer he had a job on the weekends, at least he thought of his mother's dietary needs. Cold cum wasn't as good as hot cum, but any cum was better than no cum, so she hurried to the fridge and found a jar with two loads of sperm right in front. She added half to her coffee and the other half to her oatmeal when she made it and enjoyed a quiet morning to herself, naked in the kitchen savoring her spermy oatmeal, doing the Saturday crossword and Sudoku. She liked being naked around the house, and Mike was old enough now that she didn't need to shelter him.

Finally she heard the stairs creak and then Mike stumbled into the kitchen, naked as the day he was born. Apparently he was taking after his mother as he reached his 20s and settled into his adult ways.

"Hey mom," he said sleepily.

"Is it noon already?" she joked.

"Hey, I had a busy week," Mike said playfully, "Did you enjoy the sperm?"

"Oh yes, I've had a lovely lazy morning," she said. Mike came over and leaned down to kiss his mother on the lips. He grabbed her large breast and she slapped his hand away playfully. "What would you like for breakfast?" she asked casually.

He thought about it for a moment then said, "Pancakes!"

"Okay Peter Pan," Ellen said, standing up and letting her boobs jiggle a little bit. "You're so lucky you can eat whatever you want and stay slim."

Mike shrugged and got out his phone to check the social media he'd missed overnight. Ellen started making pancakes from scratch, as the frozen ones never quite tasted right, and the just-add-water ones tasted like cardboard. She didn't mind cooking, unlike some women these days, she actually considered it a bit of a hobby. She added some strawberries and blueberries with his pancakes to balance out his breakfast and Mike didn't complain.

"I was at Carole's and she made me pancakes last week," Mike said, mentioning a girl from university, "She takes the pills to make her lactate, so she provides the milk. Her pancakes taste so good. Ah, but not as good as yours, mom."

Ellen smiled, taking the hint. "I suppose I could ask the doctor about those pills the next time I have a checkup," she said, "Lord knows you provide me with plenty of ingredient for my meals."

"You mean cum," Mike said with a grin, making his mother blush.

She made them both coffee then sat down as he ate his pancakes. He started to jerk off absentmindedly and she knew he was making her some cum for her coffee. He stared at Ellen's breasts and even her cunt as she jerked off, blatantly looking between her legs. She spread her legs a little, leaning back from the table to give him a view of her middle-aged pussy, and told herself this was just to get her cum faster.

"Mmmm you're so sexy, mom," Mike said, stroking his seven inch cock fast. She blushed. "Let me suck on those big nips."

Ellen sighed but leaned in, and Mike suckled on her meaty brown nipples as if he was trying to get milk. That turned him on so much he was groaning soon and she hurriedly got her coffee cup under his cock so he could shoot all of his delicious sperm into it.

"Aaaah damn," he said, "Sorry about that mom, I know you don't like making it too sexual."

She blushed. "It's okay if you need it occasionally," she said to her son, sipping her coffee and letting out a sigh of enjoyment at the taste of Mike's sperm mixed in. Sperm this good was worth whatever humiliation she had to suffer for it.