“John, I’m whipped. I have to go to bed.”
“Me too, mom. Let’s go.”
I lay there with my nice big bulge and watched. Mom climbed off the couch but as she did she spread her legs wide and there it was. The light was perfectly positioned. I could see my mother’s shaved vagina. It was puffed up and very shiny. Mom was horny. As she moved she just barely looked down and then at me and gave the slightest hint of a smile. I did not respond. I got up and followed her. My dick pulsed looking at we walked towards the bedrooms. She made no mention of the tent in my shorts. the dark spot on the back of her tee where her sex had leaked.
“I didn’t realize you were this good at what you do, John. You know how to take charge and you are amazingly confident.”
“Thank you mom.”
“I think, since we are doing business, Miranda might me more appropriate.”
I smiled.
“Of course…Miranda. Is that tee shirt comfortable?”
Mom, tugged at the hem and actually pulled it up, a lot, seeming to look for the label, and baring one side of her firm ass.
“Yes, is it cotton?”
She looked at me over her shoulder as she held the shirt. I smiled and made no remark about the show.
“Yes, I only buy the best.”
We were at her door now. She had her hand on the knob.
“Mother, Miranda, I’d like a hug.”
Just dominant enough, I hope. She was just a little flustered, but recovered.
“Of course John.”
I moved into her open arms. My head rested comfortably oh her shoulder without having to bend down. She stood off a bit but I put my arms around her and pulled her in. She paused then came in. Her hands were just under my arms when we closed. At the last second she moved them so they went around my neck. I slid mine around her waist and clasped them behind her, just at the top of her firm ass. My pinkies extended and just touched the top of her anal cleft. She made no protest. We were nearly face to face. She looked into my eyes.
“You’re strong John, in charge, I like that, I like that a lot.”
Her mouth came close to mine. It was an offer. I didn’t close. I don’t take offers, I take what I want. As we hugged I let my hands drift off, gently over her firm butt. Not a fondle, not a grab, it was a way of telling her, this is going to be mine. She quivered. I let her go and we parted. I noticed she was breathing deeply and her green eyes were clouded. That was it. I left her and went to bed.
CHAPTER 5
The next morning we had a breakfast that was a little odd. She wasn’t going to bring up last night and neither was I. I sent her home with clean clothes, and a mystery.
For the next week I was busy with other clients. I had one meeting with mom, Miranda, in her office on Wednesday. It was brief but I changed my body language. I was close to her, I brushed my hands on her. No place inappropriate but it was more touching than I had ever done. She bristled a little, complained, weakly, once. I ignored her. I called her Miranda most of the time. But when I left I got a little close and reminded her of our weekly meeting Friday night.
“Weekly? We met once.”