Going with it

John sat frozen, the taste of bacon and eggs still on his tongue. His father was suddenly gone, and in his place sat a nearly naked Cory Chase, apparently his new swap-mother, sitting where he had been, long blonde hair perfectly styled, glasses perched just so on her nose, blouse open to reveal the full, firm swell of her breasts. She was giving him that unmistakable sexy gaze he’d seen in countless videos. as she finished her cereal. As John's eyes wandered up and down her milf body, she slid fluidly off the chair and got on her knees. With a practiced motion, she pulled his pants quickly open and down to his ankles, along with his underwear, then grasped his rock hard dick.

“Mmm, such a good son, getting nice and hard for his swap-mom,” she murmured, her voice low and husky, just like she sounded in his favorite porn scenes, the ones where the mother figure teases her son before giving him what he always wanted. “It's good to be wanted.” She didn’t waste time, her mouth closing around his cock, sucking on the head before plunging him her warm and wet mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he managed to gasp, letting out a strangled groan as she began to bob her head slowly at first, then faster. There was a wet slurping noise as she went down his length, then a distinct, satisfying gluck every time she took him into her throat to the root, before she pulled back up, drawing her tongue long his root as she let out a satisfied "mmmm" before she did it again, each time a bit deeper.

John glanced across the table, suddenly self conscious as it occurred to him he was receiving head right in front of his mother... that is, his original mother, and from her (former) husband, no less. She just ate her salad, taking bites between sips from her coffee cup, completely unfazed at the sounds or the sight of the top of a blonde head going up and down above his waist. There was no way she could not hear the wet schlick of her mouth running up and down his shaft, the occasional soft moan escaping Cory’s lips as she thrust his length in and out of her mouth, the choking noise as at the bottom of each stroke.

"Are you going to class today?" his mother asked nonchalantly without looking away from her food as Cory continued to go down on John's dick and he somehow managed not to cum in her mouth. "I know you don't have to finish college if you don't want to, but I really hope you will."

John blinked and groaned, trying to process two impossible things at once. The mother he knew would’ve flipped out the second he even hinted at dropping out of college. She’d have lectured him about how important it was, as she had done to him and his sister for years. He tried to put together a cogent response, but the sensation of Cory's mouth stroking up and down his dick prevented him from managing it. And then, as soon as he thought about wanting to reply, she popped him out of her mouth, shimmied forward a bit, and took his dick between her breasts. He noted idly that they felt different than his ex-girlfriend's, and figured that must be the implants he knew Cory had. She gently thrust her chest up and down, keeping him stimulated, but not so much he couldn't think. "What... AHH... what do you mean? I can't just not finish college," he managed to stutter out.

"If that's what you want, then of course you could," she replied as if discussing the weather, still not glancing at Cory, whose head was now mostly above the table. "I hope you won't, but what you want is the most important thing."

"That's crazy," John managed to say, struck by the irony of saying it as his former-father-turned-porn-star continued to give him a gentle boob job, perfectly calibrated to keep him excited but not take him to orgasm. "Isn't it?" he asked, unsure what else to say.

Cory leaned back in and took him in her mouth again, perfectly sensing he didn't know what else to say in the moment. She took him deep, her nose pressing into his pubic hair as she swallowed his entire length with practiced ease, giving off the hottest gagging sounds and humming around him as she got his dick all the way inside, her face buried in his pubes.

“Oh god… I’m gonna..!” John moaned loudly, grabbing the back of her head and grunting as he thrust himself at Cory face, his dick vibrating within her tight throat as he shot pulse after pulse of splooge directly into her waiting stomach.

As he came, his gaze flickered between the face in his crotch, eagerly taking in his spasming dick and tilted slightly back so he could see his favorite porn start gazing up at him lovingly as he shot her full of his cum, and his mother across the table, sipping coffee, poking at her the last of her salad, and not reacting in the slightest. She finished her salad and gathered her dishes as he came, walking the long way around the table, conveniently never happening to look in their direction, as if completely oblivious to the fact that her son was getting a full-blown blow job right under her nose, in plain view if only she looked their way. John half-watched her leave the room via the far door without a glance back at him, offhandedly wishing him a good day at school as the last pulses of cum shot into her former-husband's gullet.

John collapsed backward into the chair, panting heavily, eyes wide, still trying to process what had just happened. Cory pulled john's pants back up, sat back on her chair, legs neatly crossed, breasts slightly heaving from exertion, licking her lips. She looked completely composed, as if she hadn’t just taken the entire length of his dick deep into her throat and all his cum directly into her stomach.

“That was… wow,” John breathed, still catching his breath, once again admiring Cory's mostly naked body.

“Hope that was everything you wanted," Cory said smiling at him. "I need to get going for work,” she said casually, already standing up and resetting her shirt, this time buttoning it up properly, though still bra-less, and still clad below only in her shear which panties, now clearly wet. “You want some time to think, so I’d better get going if I don't want to be any later.”

"Your... Work?" John manged to say, mostly coherently. "What... what do you... do?"

"Wow, that must have been the best blowjob ever if you can't even remember where your swap-mom works," she joked, ruffling his hair affectionately, something neither her former male self nor his mother had ever done before. "Come on, we even had a party to celebrate me making foreman... well, I guess forewoman now... just a few months back."

"Construction? You still... I mean won't they... notice? Care about... um... this?" he spluttered.

"John! Are you implying a woman can't run a construction sight?" she asked, looking a touch hurt.

"No it's just... I mean, you weren't... until just now... and won't they be... confused?" he tried again.

"What's to be confused about?" she asked quizzically as she gathered a shopping bag to put her wallet, phone, and keys in, completely nonchalant in her blouse and shear panties which lacked the pockets her pants would have had "You wanted a milf swap-mom to fuck instead of a boring old father. So that's what you got."

Cory turned and walked toward the front door as if nothing had happened. “You should probably get ready for school too, if you want to go,” she said, not even glancing at his erection beginning to tent his pants again, or seeming to even consider finding a bottom to cover her wet panties. "Caitlin, I'll be a bit late. I have to stop off and do some shopping after work," she yelled back into the house as she left. The door clicked hut behind her.