Bored out of his mind while shopping for clothes with his mother, Jack looked up just in time to catch her reflection in the dressing room mirror. His eyes locked onto the image in front of him. He couldn't look away as he watched his mother's dress slide down.
He watched intently as she tried on lingerie. Maybe too intently.
That's when it happened. Jack was so enthralled with the scene playing out in front of him that he failed to notice his mother's expression in the mirror. Finally, his eyes met hers in the mirror.
Her expression changed to outrage. Covering herself, she leaned around the curtain and harshly whispered, "Oh my God, Jack! What the hell are you doing? I'm your mother for fuck's sake!"
Jack's heart was in his throat. He was busted, and he knew it. There was no point in lying about what he was doing, so he just came out with the truth. "Mom, I'm sorry, but when I saw you in the mirror, I just couldn't look away. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and I know how crazy this sounds, but watching you undress was the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me. Please don't hate me..."
Maybe it was what Jack said to her. Maybe it was the sincerity of how he said it. Maybe it was the passion in his eyes as he stood there, never taking his eyes off of her even in the craziness of the moment. Whatever it was, her heart melted, and her outrage was gone. "Oh Jack, honey, I could never hate you. You are so sweet, and being honest like that took a lot of courage. You are my special little man, but I guess you're not a little boy anymore."
She stepped back into the dressing room, and said "Come in here, and close the curtain behind you." Jack didn't hesitate.
His mother didn't say another word. Words were no longer necessary. Her heart was pounding nearly as hard as his as she pushed him against the rear wall. She took a deep breath followed by a slight pause. This was crazy, and she knew it. Losing herself in the moment, she dropped to her knees. Seconds later, Jack's pants were gone.
She wasted no time taking Jack deep into her throat. He gasped as she skillfully worked his shaft. He would last long at all, but given the situation and the location, that was probably a good thing. His eyes rolled back in his head as he shot his load straight down his mother's throat. She took it all.
Afterwards, both got dressed and hurried out of the dressing booth. Jack still couldn't believe what had just happened. It would be a scene that would play out in his head for years to come.
"Jack, if you're good this week, I'll take you shopping for more clothes next weekend!"
The end.