Chapter 4

"Aren't you saving that for breakfast?" I asked, watching as she sipped her mimosa while cooking.

"I'll just have another then, maybe six," she said simply with a shrug. "I'm allowed. Actually, sweetie, would you get another bottle of bubbly ready, please?"

"Gotta admit, I love day drinking with you, mom!" I laughed as I retrieved another bottle from the chiller.

"You think I'm fun now, you oughta see me when I'm wasted," she quipped, smiling back at me and winking while giving her ass a wiggle. "I develop a speech impediment, I forget how to say 'no', just like that little whore Gina. So I've gotta be around people I trust before getting shit-faced."

What she was implying was obvious. She wanted to trust me.

"Should we get shit-faced today, mom?" I asked. "It's Sunday, and the last day of our special weekend."

She kept making food, but she was obviously thinking my suggestion through. "That might be fun, Aaron. You sure you're ready to watch mommy cut loose?"

"I can't think of anything I'd rather see, to be honest," I said honestly. "I mean, she just gets more and more amazing with every moment so far this weekend."

"Goodness," she said, fanning herself at the praise. "Keep building me up like that and I'll fall short before long, baby. I don't want to disappoint you."

I stepped up behind her, nestling into her body, my hard cock between her ass cheeks as I wrapped my arms around her waist. Mom closed her eyes and pushed back into me, her hand coming up to caress my cheek. Her eyes were closed.

"Mom," I said quietly but honestly. "You have never disappointed me, and you won't ever in a million years. Never doubt that."

"I never will, Aaron," she replied in the softest of voices, her eyes still closed as she nuzzled her cheek to mine. "Ever, my love…"

She tilted her head up and we kissed lovingly for some moments before she needed to return her attention to the food, and I went back to setting up the little table outside. There was a small canopy over the table, and the bugs were starting to come out, so I put up the netting anyway, even if our neighbours couldn't see us.

Plates, cutlery, coffee, mimosas… I'd even placed an arrangement of flowers in the center of the table. I returned into the living room and retrieved the TV trays, which I would use as a staging area for our food once it was ready. I was looking forward to treating mom like a lady first thing in the morning.

"Oh, my goodness, darling," mom said as she opened the screen door and came out, pausing as she saw the effort I'd gone to. "For little old me?"

"Who else would deserve this?" I asked, feeling proud when I saw her reaction and how impressed she was. "Just let me know when the food is ready and then you get to sit while I bring it all out."

"I came out to tell you that it was, actually," she stated.

"In that case…" I began, coming over and taking her hand. I led her through the netting and then pulled out her chair, gesturing for her to sit.

"What, you're not going to say 'milady', as you sit me down?" she teased while she eased onto her chair.

"Sure, just let me pack on forty pounds of flub, grow a bad beard, wear a fedora and carry a cheap katana on my back first," I snorted, making her giggle.

"I get that reference," she laughed as I slid her in. "I have a friend who teaches high school and she sees her idiot teen boys try that look out. Thank you, baby. Is it too slutty to give you a kiss to thank you?"

I shook my head and leaned in. Mom put one of her hands on the back of my neck and kissed me, deeply. We held it for some seconds, and mom even pushed her tongue into my mouth. She ended the kiss and I went inside to get the food. After two trips, I had it all set up for us on the trays, easily accessible next to the table. Once I was sitting, mom held up her champagne glass, toasting me with her mimosa.

"To my lovely boy, and to the sexiest mom-son weekend ever," she announced.

"To the most wonderful mom to ever live," I replied, clinking my glass against hers. We both drained our glasses and mom made another mimosa for each of us while I portioned out the food.

"We might as well kill this bottle," she said, pouring liberally. "If we intend to get fucked up today, no sense in holding back. And I made the breakfast extra greasy and yummy to help with that."

"I see that," I replied with a grin, noticing how wonderfully bad for me breakfast looked. "While I clean up all this, it'll be your job to get all the booze ready, okay?"

"Deal," mom said before digging into her breakfast with gusto. "Truth or dare, baby?"

I paused to think. "Dare."

She smiled at me slyly and then sat back in her chair, holding up her champagne glass and then starting to tip it.

"Oops," she said, smirking. "I dare you to come and lick the mimosa off mommy's tits," she said as the fizzing liquid hit her skin and began trickling down.

I stood and came around the table. Mom was still set into it, but she stayed leaning back, exposing her large breasts to me. I knelt next to her and began licking and sucking on her tits readily, not holding back. Mom was clearly daring me to treat her tits the ways I treated the tits of other girls, not some gentle suckling. This wasn't mom-son bonding. This was sexual foreplay tit stuff.

Mom groaned and craned her neck back, her hand resting gently on the back of my head, her fingers in my hair. She leaned in to me slightly, allowing me easier access to her farther breast, and I lapped and sucked on that one hungrily too. Mom was squirming in her chair, but she kept her legs closed.

"I think some might've trickled down onto my stomach, Aaron," she breathed.

I moved down, lapping at her smooth skin, until I reached just above her mound. I couldn't go lower because of her legs being closed. More than that, mom hadn't invited me to. I knew that. I finished and then sat up straight, sighing and nodding, happy with my work.

"Mmmm, good boy," she cooed, stroking my cheek. "Has a girl ever licked champagne off your chest before, honey?"

"Well no," I admitted, blushing slightly. "I might've let a girl snort a line off my abs at a party, though."

Mom raised an eyebrow for a moment and turned her head slightly as she assessed me. Another sly smile. "But you've never done that yourself, I can tell. You were just at a party and being accommodating. Was she your date?"

"No," I replied, shaking my head. "I was going stag at that party, and I'd just fucked her. I was just letting her have some fun."

"So considerate," she said, caressing my cheek again. "I guess mommy'll have to be the one who licks champagne off that sexy chest of yours."

We dug into our food again, and mom kept filling our mimosas up. We only got three glasses each, but they were gone quickly, by the time we'd finished breakfast. Mom pushed her chair back and stretched out a little, basking in the sun that filtered through the netting. I looked at her lovely body, some of which was still a little sticky and shiny from my tongue lapping up the fizzy mimosa she'd poured on herself.

"Mmmmmm…" she sighed happily, stretching her arms over her head, which thrust her tits up for my benefit. "Greasy breakfasts are the best, but I'll gonna need about thirty hard-earned orgasms to work all those calories off."