Oblivious consequences

"So.. did you enjoy our day today..," His mother asked while eating her cake. She smiled warmly, interested to know his answer. She made a note to lean closer, pushing her chest up against the kitchen table. No doubt just wanting to hear, but for poor old Jack, all he could see was her tit-flesh on display.

Failing to look his mother in her eyes, Jack, darted his gaze up from her milf-tits. Schooling his expression, he smiled, " What can I say mom? You sure outdid yourself." He wasn't sure what he meant by that answer, but if he truely asked himself, he knew he was talking about her body.

"Really!?" Came her excited squeal. She made to stand up, just catching herself short when her robe came undone. She looked down, but didn't try to fix it. Soon, she was caught up in happiness.

Jacks eyes bulged. Right then, a piece of cake fell into her tits. That too, with her none the wiser!

Stop dancing mom! You're making it worse!

Sugary goodness, all but supplanted itself in the contours of her bust. He knew that sweetness was just tickling her nipples. Oh, the envy.

Damn mom. Stop, will you!?

Jack could only watch on. He didn't want to ruin her happiness. But he needed to say something. Anything. By god, what was this atmosphere....

"Umm- mom...," Jack tried to get her attention. He could see that the cake was deeply entrenched by now. Sighing, he chalked this one up to a loss. Licking his own lips, gaze roving back over, Jack felt a little envious of that cake.

"Well. You don't know how happy that makes mommy feel sweetie. You know, I just love spoiling my little man." A slender hand came to rest on her ample bossum, parting her silk robe further. A weird look flittered across her face as she felt a unusual wetness.

"Hmm? What's this...." She said somewhat absentmindedly. Seems even she would notice some things.

Jack made a mental note to explore this later on.

Pushing her ample mounds upwards, she finally noticed.

Cake now squished beyond recognition, was soon fingered into her mouth. She did it with such practiced motions. Her tongue flicked out like it was working a cock. Her unbothered ministrations was too match for Jack to bear. A groan of pleasure, along with a burst of cum coated the walls of his newly bought pants. If known, what would his mother think just now?

"Oh, do you want some too?" She asked innocently, not minding in the least that the front of her robe was open. She must've heard his 'complaint'.

"No-! I'm full, thanks mom." Jack knew he was just shy of whipping out his cock. He never felt so horny in his life. He needed to leave. Only thing was, his wet pants were stopping him.

"You sure?" She asked again, assuming he was just being polite. A brief headshake from him shut the matter down. Her face drooped a little hearing this.

It didn't take long for her to clean herself up and gather the dishes. Still, she didn't re-tie her robe. From time, hints of nipple and thong showed itself. Jack waited in agonizing pain for his pants to dry, all while supporting another boner.