Duh, it's like you don't know me at all.

You awake with a start, your phone chirping away on the nightstand. You turn to silence it as the details of the dream fade swiftly from your memory. You decide you better get moving before your mother has a chance to come wake you. Rolling out of bed, you grope around in the early-morning gloom till you find some suitable clothes to wear. As you exit your room you see your mother was already ascending the stairs to come get you. Your eyes lock with hers for a moment through the banister and you can just make out the straps of her red silk nightie in the dark of the corridor. She looks up at you and smiles a little.

"Good, you're awake. Looks like you're starting to take this punishment seriously." You want to try to keep her happy for now so you try to answer as diplomatically as possible.

"Morning mommy. I told you I'm sorry, I just want you to be happy. I'll stop obsessing over Chris." Her slight smile widens as she seems pleased with your answer though it's mostly a lie.

"Good morning to you too sweetie. I'm glad to see you're finally getting over this childish nonsense." She smirks at you playfully. You're hurt by her reaction but you know it's Chris's doing and try to grin through the pain. Your mother continues in a more cheerful tone, clearly genuinely happy to think you've changed. "I still want my house cleaned. I'm happy you can admit you're in the wrong but you still gotta pay the price for your actions." Lawyer mom comes out. It's strange to hear her giving you her usual punishment lecture in such a clearly unjust situation. "I'm going to get ready for work, get yourself some breakfast and start working on the kitchen, I'm meeting a coworker for coffee." With that, she descends the stairs again, leaving you along on the landing. You head down as well and catch sight of her luxurious raven black hair flowing around her shoulders as she disappears around the corner. She wears it up most of the time and you love it when you get to see it set free like this.

You head to the kitchen, make some cereal, and drink a glass of OJ. Afterword you begin tidying the house again before moving on to the heavier tasks. You grab another rag and the furniture polish and head into the kitchen again to start clearing the cabinets. You've already finished a few by the time you hear your mother's sexy heels clicking on the tile in the entryway as she approaches the kitchen. You look up as she appears in the doorway and your jaw goes slack. She always dresses very well and obviously takes a lot of pride in her appearance as it probably helps her maintain a certain air when addressing juries in her job, but today she's dressed to kill. On her feet she wears six inch black heels that come to a sharp point with little straps that accentuate her sexy ankles. Sheer stockings cover her smooth, tanned legs, disappearing under a tight, pencil skirt that hugs her curvy hips in all the right places. She's wearing a black shirt with slightly rolled sleeves for an aggressive, modern look. Its tight around her massive breasts, barely containing them to level just decent enough for work. A little subtle but skillfully applied makeup, a small silver bracelet, her usual pencil bun, and sexy black framed glasses bring the entire ensemble together.

"Guess my first question is answered." She says, looking at your slack-jawed expression. You shake your head a little and take on an apologetic tone.

"Sorry you just look really pretty today." You blush a little, embarrassed by how casually your mother is teasing you given your recent revelations that she knows how attractive you've always found her.

"Well thanks, I have a meeting with some higher ups today and wanted to look my best." She looks at your work so far. "You're doing a great job sweetie!" Her smile and approval make your heart flutter still, despite the **** she's given you over the past few days and the crazy brainwashing drama. "I left some laundry outside my door. Please get it done while you're cleaning today and leave it sorted neatly in the laundry room. I didn't get a chance to do it yesterday."

"Alright mom." You sigh inwardly at yet another task piled on, but at least she seems happy with you. You need time to think all this through and your mother being angry with you, however unreasonable her ire may be, doesn't seem like it would be a help. She walks over to you and gives you a light squeeze and a kiss on the cheek that makes your heart flutter once more.

"So you later sweetie, just a couple more days of this and you'll be all done and can get back to summer fun, ok?"

"Yeah mom. Have a good day at work." You reply lovingly as she releases you and turns to leave. You hear the door open and close and return to polishing the kitchen cabinets. Once that and the kitchen floor are finally done, you check the time. It's getting close to noon. You head to your mother's bedroom door and find the laundry basket where she said she left it. You pick it up and carry it down to the basement to sort.

As you reach the bottom of the stairs you set the basket down and start digging through it. You find your mothers skirts and separate lights and darks before putting the first load in the washer. As you return to seperate more clothes for the next load you notice a sultry red bra and panty set amongst her other delicates. It catches your eye for some reason and you pick up the bra, running your fingers along the little lace details, imagining your mother's beautiful bust adorned with the deep crimson undergarment. You catch a faint whiff of your mother's perfume on the forbidden article and bring it to your nose, inhaling deeply. The scent fills your nostrils and your cock springs to attention in your pants. You hold the bra in one hand and bend to retrieve the sexy bikini panties that go with it. They feel smooth to the touch with fine lace details that match the bra in your other hand. You see a light stain on the gusset and your cock twitches.

You don't know if its more rebellion against the stress of Chris's possession of your mother that's driving you onward or if you simply are an irredeemably disgusting pervert but right now you don't care. You're so horny and the scent of your mother's perfume is driving you mad with lust. You've loved this smell more than any other since you were a child. You dive in deep. The bittersweet aroma of your mother's juices mingles with the same heavenly fragrance that clings to her lacey bra. The combination sends your brain into overdrive as conflicting signals of ecstasy and perverse shame cause your eyes to roll back in your skull. You cock feels painfully erect in your tight jeans. You have to release the pressure.

You breath air untainted by forbidden odors again as you fumble with your belt and fly, still clutching your mother's unmentionables. You awkwardly fish out your dick and the smooth material of the silky red panties brushes against the head sending a shiver all the way down your body. You lift the bra to your nose once more and inhale the sweet scent as you rub the panties over the head of your prick. The feelings of pleasure are incredible, like little shocks radiating down your legs, making your knees go weak. You wrap them around your shaft as you begin stroking wildly, **** to cum. The lace rubs against the sensitive skin of your dick as you imagine what your mother's pussy feels like in them. You let out a groan into the bra still clutched to your face. Right as you approach the edge you hear your mother's voice shrieking from behind you at the base of the stairs.