“Oh God baby, no more. You’ve worn this lady out,” she pleaded.
“Okay, no more…for now,” he chuckled, then rolled onto his side, threw one arm over her sweaty back and pulled her into him.
“I hope you know what you’ve done,” she murmured.
“What have I done?” he asked, half asleep.
“You’ve unleashed my inner sex demon,” she lazily replied.
“Well then, it was a good day after all,” he laughed.
“Uh huh,” she agreed, snuggling even closer to him.
In seconds both were asleep.
The weekend flew by. Between making plans for the future, but mostly fucking like rabbits, nothing got done. When Lauren returned to work Monday morning Amy Fowler immediately noticed the change in Mark’s mom. She was positively glowing.
“You lucky shit,” she grumbled, a twinge of envy shooting through her.
Over the next four years they kept an outward appearance of just being mother and son. At least in public. Nighttime’s and weekends were spent making the beast with two backs. It had been decided that she would continue to work until her pension from the school district kicked in, which allowed Mark to work his way up the ladder into a management position. At the end of the four years he requested a transfer and was offered the general manager position at a new tire center being built in Idaho. A position he readily accepted. They sold the house and moved a few weeks later.
2003
Mark and Lauren sat in their rockers on the porch sipping cups of hot chocolate. The mornings were starting to turn brisk as fall approached. Soon they would be forced to stay indoors.
“We’ve had a good long run, haven’t we,” she remarked absently, as she watched the leaves fall from the trees.
Turning to look at her, he replied, “It’s not over yet, Mom.”
She glanced his way and said, “Mmmm, I love it when you call me that. Especially when you have that big cock in me.”
His eyebrows shot up and he smiled that brilliant smile she loved so much.
“You know…I wouldn’t complain if you wanted to go inside and ravage me,” she softly said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Really?” he asked.
“Really. Only this time you can’t bend me like a pretzel, I’m not as flexible as I used to be.” With that she sprang from her chair with a youthful vigor that belied her age and headed inside.
Mark was close behind her, his cock already expanding under his pajama bottoms. As they crossed the front room she slipped out of her fluffy robe and let it fall behind her. The soft groan from her son was music to her ears. As for Mark, his cock grew fully hard as he gazed upon his mother’s still firm ass. Damn! Not bad for a seventy-three-year-old woman, he thought, the smile on his face so wide it almost hurt.