I said as I sat on the lounge next to her. She half closed her eyes.
“That’s because I was so filled with the nastiest kind of lust I couldn’t think straight.”
I reached out and began to gently massage her firm abdomen.
“How do you feel, mom?”
She let her head fall back and sighed.
“Loved, adored. Your father is a damn good lover, but he’s a bit of a mechanic. He seems to go at it like it’s a golf lesson. You, you, you sneaky little boy, seduced me with a combination of power and sensitivity. I suppose it didn’t help that I have fantasized about you from time to time.”
My hand drew large slow circles up and down, stopping just above her cleft and below the edge of her breasts.
“Really mom? And just how long has that been going on?”
She fidgeted.
“I shouldn’t have said anything.”
My finger found her belly button. I toyed.
“That’s ticklish.”
I played more, she smiled.
“How long mom? You didn’t answer.”
I was pressing harder now. She was laughing.
“Stop and I’ll tell you!”
I began to really tickle her now. She was gyrating on the lounge and I had to lean on her to hold her down.
“Noooooo mommy, tell me now!”
“Son, please stop! I’m going to pee!”
I kept my hands tickling her but I moved my mouth up and covered a nipple.
“Do it mom, I dare you!”
“OHHHHFUUUCCKKKK! Shit! OHHHHHH!”
I looked down and watched as her nether lips moved and then the stream started. A long clear arc spattered across the cement for thirty seconds. I was still sucking her nipple. As her stream faded I let her nip slip out of my mouth.
“Do it.”
Was all I said and soon her hand was between her legs. I stopped tickling and just used my mouth and hands on her nipples. Her hand made a slapping sound as she pleasured herself.
“So nasty! So gooood!”
She moaned.
“Cum for me mother, do it!”
“OHHHHHHHHHHH!”
She groaned as her hand buzzed her clit.
I felt her shaking, she was there. Her legs tensed and she gasped.
“OHHHH FFFFUUCCCKKK!”
After a few seconds she relaxed and I took my mouth off her nipple. She was panting.
“Well, I’ve never done that before.”
I smiled.
“It’s good to try new things.”
“MMMMM, but I think that game is for outdoors and not too often. But it was fun.”
I sat on the lounge next to her.
“So when did this ‘thinking about me’ start, mom?”
She blushed a little, and sighed. I didn’t think that was still possible.
“When you were younger, a LOT younger. I caught you masturbating. I stood at your door and watched you stroke that lovely cock of yours till you shot hot cum all over your belly. I caught you a few more times. I felt a little guilty getting off watching my son but I got over it. I was in charge of the events so I thought it was okay.”
I stroked her arm.
“And then we had to work together and you weren’t in charge.”
She pulled her arm away.
“I was mad, raging. I thought your bosses were mocking me. It was too late I couldn’t change bankers. I fought you. But you didn’t yell, you didn’t get angry. You had such fucking confidence. I had to sit back and look. You were good, I was impressed. But I was still wary. Then when you had me over I knew something else. You wanted me. When it was over and done, I knew there was only one way to thank you. I gave myself to my son and I’ve never been happier.”