Family Business: Son comes up with a scheme to help his mother

“About what?”

“About how long I’ve wanted this,” she elaborated.

“How long?” I asked.

“Later,” she replied. “We’ll talk later. Right now I want you to cum inside me.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah!” She grinned. “Can you do that for me Baby? Can you cum inside Mommy?”

Again with the ‘mommy.’ I don’t know what it was but the term made me so horny, did she know that?

“You want me to cum?” I asked, pushing my hips up into her as she descended.

“I need it,” she gasped as I thrust harder.

The legs of the chair screeched on the floor as I hammered up into her. She held either side of my face, her nose against my own, lips touching as she stared into my eyes.

“Oh Jesus,” I sighed as I felt on the edge, closing my eyes for an instant.

“Keep them open,” she ordered. “Look me in the eyes as you cum Baby,” she panted and I wasn’t going to disobey my mother.

Three more thrusts, her vagina squeezing around me and I released.

“Oh Mom,” I gasped as I let loose inside her. She held my head tight as below I lifted my hips with each pulse of semen that shot from me.

“I can feel it Lincoln,” she whispered. “Each time you…” Her words trailed off as her own eyes closed and her body once again shuddered with an impromptu and I think entirely unexpected orgasm.

She wrapped her arms around me and held me to her breast as I emptied completely inside her, the warmth of my cum equal to that of her pussy’s embrace.

*

For twenty minutes we stood kissing, touching under the flow of the shower, only leaving when the hot water ran out.

She towelled my body dry before wrapping it around herself and I followed her out of the bathroom, stopping her when she was half way across the room.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked and she turned to look at me.

“I was going to put on a nightie,” she explained herself.

“I’m your boss now aren’t I?” I smiled and she immediately understood the role-play I was initiating.

“Yes sir,” she diminutively responded, lifting her thumb to her mouth and biting on the nail, playing along perfectly.

“Well I say what you do and don’t wear from now on young lady,” I tried not to smile. “Now, lose the towel.”

More than willing, Mom dropped her hand to the tuck and released, allowing the towel to fall to the floor at her feet. My cock, already hard, twitched and she in turn attempted to stop a smile spreading her lips.

“What now sir?” She whispered and I approached, gently pushing her back onto the bed.

As if reading my mind, Mom spread her legs as she shuffled backwards to give me room on there with her and I climbed between, lowering my mouth to her bald sex. So smooth, not a hair in sight I ridiculously wondered if she ever had any before remembering she worked in a beauty parlour, every treatment free. Why wouldn’t she take up the offer of waxing? I would ask her of course. I would ask her everything. So many question as I’m sure she had of me. They would come. We had forever.

Right then and there I was more interested in tasting her. Using my tongue for good rather than words, but as I kissed her lubed labia, she seemed to have another idea in mind.