The house empty, the son's eyes wander, landing on his mother's ample curves. She catches him, a smirk playing on her lips. "You're growing up, aren't you?" she purrs, leading him to her bedroom. She teaches him to worship her body, from the swell of her breasts to the softness between her thighs. He learns the taste of her, the feel of her, as she guides him to his first orgasm, leaving them both breathless and wanting more.