Power shifts from mother to son

She briefly looked at me, cocking her head, then her eyes lit up and she looked around.

“Tell me what I’m going to do.”

“You’re going to order me to strip, take my clothes off and remain totally naked, available for you.”

We smiled at each other. I was looking into my mother’s eyes.

“And?”

She looked around, nervous.

“Tell me Miranda.”

“You’re going to make love to me. I hope.”

“Nooooo say it Miranda.”

She looked around again and whispered.

“My son it going to put his amazing cock in my pussy and fuck me senseless, I hope.”

“What else, Miranda, Mom?”

She was fidgeting now.

“My son is going to put his hard prick in my mouth and let me suck his big dick till I can nourish on his cum.”

She had this really naughty smile on now. She was getting into this. I took her hand and gently massaged her fingers, she sighed.

“How are you, Miranda, mother?”

“You know my son. You’ve made me say nasty things in public, things about forbidden sex. My pussy is gushing right now. My panties are soaked.”

We had paid the check by now so the staff was ignoring us. I got a wicked thought.

“Take them off and show me, mom.”

She started to get up. I held her wrist.

“No, here.”

My mother got a panicked look.

“No, I can’t.”

I smiled at her.

“Yes, you can and you will, or…”

She looked worried. Then she began to shift around. I watched as she bunched her dress up around her waist. I was between her and the rest of the diners, but there was no tablecloth to shield her. She gave me such a look.

“Nobody has ever made me…”

I smiled.

“Shhhhhhh, you know you want to.”

Now she gave a furtive look and her hands went below the table. She quickly sat up, just a little and sat back down. Her dress was back in place. She was fast, I’ll tell you that. Her face was red as her hand came up, holding her Victoria’s Secret hipsters. The gusset was three shades darker. I put out my hand and she went to pass them. I intentionally dropped them in the middle of the table. Our twenty something waiter was walking nearby with a water pitcher. As my mother looked on in shocked silence I called him over.

“Could you fill our water glasses, please?”

His eyes bugged out as he, very slowly, took each glass and filled it, staring at my mother’s soaked panties, lying flat on the table. He finished, looked at me with a grateful face and winked at mom as he left. She was so red.

“I can’t believe you made me do that.”

I just gave her a smug smile.

“How do you feel?”

She leaned into me.

“If you told me to, I’d yank this dress off and fuck you right here.”

“Hmmm l think it’s time to go home.”

I didn’t talk dirty or touch her all the way home. She was ahead of me as we walked in my place. Mom turned towards the stairs.

“No mom, I can’t wait.”

She stopped and looked at me. Her face was a mask of lust. She was waiting for instructions. I locked eyes with her and then looked at the big sectional couch. We were standing behind it. Mom went to move around the front.

“No mother, right here.”

She gave a look that mixed desire with submission. Mom slowly turned, facing the back of the couch. She bent over the back, her dress pulling up to the middle of her thighs. Once her head was resting on the cushions, she spread her legs, and waited, wordlessly.

Please wait…

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