I had to push as hard as I could.
She stopped, but didn’t turn.
“If you insist, but I really hope not, that’s my other life.”
That confirmed what I knew.
“Here then, only here will my mother be my lover.”
She nodded but turned and gave me a smile too, then turned back
“I’m going to fuck your ass, you know that, right?”
She sighed again. The omelets slid onto plates and she joined me at the counter.
We ate in silence for few minutes.
“They won’t be home till late Sunday.”
“Then you will stay here tonight.”
She looked up from her plate, smiling a most seductive smile, full of gratitude.
“I’d like that, a lot.”
I had finished my meal and was sipping my coffee.
“What would you like to do today? I don’t think we can do much, you only had that one outfit.”
My mother blushed.
“I have a bag in the car.”
I put my cup down and looked at her hard.
“Miranda Kaufman, you went to your son’s house on the pretense of an evening business meeting with the plan to allow yourself to be seduced and fucked, repeatedly?”
She was whispering.
“It wasn’t a plan.”
“Oh? Well, what was it MRS Kaufman?”
She looked up and we locked eyes.
“It was a fantasy. Spawned by your determination, your skill and your strength to stand up to me. It fucking turned me on and made what few inhibitions I had left disappear. I didn’t know how far you’d take me. But I wanted to be ready. I wanted to be yours.”
We got up and cleaned up. I loved watching her move. A naked woman is an amazing thing to watch. As we finished she came to me, we hugged. My hand moved on her thigh and she opened. I dragged my fingers up the inside of her thigh. My mouth went to her neck as my fingers spread her soaked lips.
“OHHHHHHHHHHH YEEESSSS!”
I gently plowed her crevice with my fingers, flicking her nub at the top. Her legs were quaking.
“Please John, fuck me, fuck your mother, I need you.”
I gently pulled back.
“Later mother, later.”
She looked at me in shock, which faded into a petulant smirk.
“YOU are a horrible son! Making your mother wait for satisfaction.”
I moved close to her.
“When did you know I wanted you, wanted to see you naked, wanted to put my erect penis inside you?”
“The tee shirt. When I saw it I was shocked. You wanted me. But I still wanted to be in charge. I flirted horribly that night and you refused to give in. John, your mother masturbated every night that week, wondering what it would be like to fuck you. I still don’t know, you took me, you fucked me, and I love it. This visit I teased too, but you took command, I love it.”
We cleaned up and mom got her bag. We spent the morning touring around the city, finally having lunch down by the river. She was in a casual dress and I had insisted she wear panties. She pouted and I told her she could only be a wanton slut inside my walls, she giggled. Mom was like a school girl. I’d never seen her so relaxed and free. Our table was just a little bit away from the others. We were on a pier and there was a light breeze, just enough to mask my voice.
“We’re going back to my house after this. What am I going to do?”