“Why do you let him do all that stuff? I know about the women at the club too.”
Mom laughed again.
“You must have been living in that damn storeroom. Your dad and I have a huge sex drive. Mine, like yours got channeled into work. But I knew there’d be trouble if I cut him back, so we reached an agreement. He has to tell me about everyone. He did, except for your sister. I know your sister initiated it so I’m not as mad as I could be. But now, I’m mad a whole lot less.”
She ran her hands over my body, lazily exploring me.
“John, your sister is, well, a slut. Have you and her…?”
I hugged my mother.
“She tried, I refused.”
“Why?”
I moved a little and began to climb on top of my mother. She smiled and spread her long lean legs wide as I moved between them.
“Because there is only one woman in my family I ever wanted to make love to.”
She gasped and our mouths met.
As we breathlessly kissed we shifted until my cock was poised at her soaked entrance. I felt the head spreading her lips. I pulled my face away, just enough to talk.
“May I make love to my mother?”
She looked at me, her face a picture of lust.
“Always, anytime, you never have to ask, just take me.”
My eyes stayed locked with hers as I slid myself into her. It wasn’t like the first time, this was so much more intense. We both gasped as we both felt my hard cock fill her molten depth.
For an hour I loved my mom. We change positions. I’d go slow and then fast. The head of my penis explored every inch of her pussy. She came many times. The bed was a ruin. Finally, on top of her, eye to eye, I climaxed deep inside my mother. I rolled off, we cuddled and passed out.
I didn’t wake up to a blowjob. This was better, the smell of bacon and coffee. The bed was empty. I got up to piss. Latent steam still rolled gently out of the bathroom as I went in to pee. I showered, my body was a mess. A wonderful mess, but a mess none the less. I dried and headed for the kitchen.
Mom was bustling around the huge kitchen. The bacon was on a plate on the table and she was working on omelets. I just sat and watched her tall athletic frame move around, serving me. She was completely naked. She finally noticed me.
“About time you got up. I was famished, something about a night of loving that made me hungry.”
I got up and moved to her. She was at the range. I gently pulled her back and turned her to me. She smelled of body wash and breakfast.
“We can’t fuck, breakfast will burn.”
I took two handfuls of her hair and just kissed her, deep long and hard. She groaned and our tongues touched. I released her. She was panting as she turned back to the stove.
“I think I just came. I never knew how hot it would be to let someone, you, take charge.”
I poured coffee and went back to my stool on the island.
“So, you’re not feeling guilty?”
She gently shook her head from side to side.
“You will be coming back to see your son?”
She shook again.
“To have him take you, again?”
Her head bobbed up and down.
“Here? In my house?”
She nodded yes, and sighed.
“In your office?”