My mind was now in a whirl. What was she playing at?
‘Dinner is at seven. Please wear something nice,’ she shouted as she went back downstairs.
At the due time I made my way downstairs and found my mother in the kitchen finishing off dinner. To say she was dressed inappropriately for the kitchen was a massive understatement.
She was wearing a shiny tight black leather pencil skirt, a white silk blouse with a bra that pushed her breasts up and out. On her feet were black four inch heels and her legs were encased in black silk stockings.
‘Ah, there you are Henry,’ she declared. ‘Be a good boy and pour the wine will you?’
‘Good boy?’ I thought.
I duly poured a couple of glasses of red wine and sat at the dining table. Mother served the lasagne then sat opposite me, my eyes drawn to her huge breasts.
She caught me looking a couple of times but just smiled, a knowing smile that unsettled me.
I ate half of it as we made small talk but I found I didn’t have much of an appetite possibly due to staring at her breasts and the raging hard on in my black trousers that I had to do something about.
I pushed my plate away, made some excuse of not being hungry, excused myself and went up to my room.
I was lying naked in bed stroking my erect cock thinking about Mother when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I had just enough time to stuff my cock between my thighs when she opened the door and just stood looking at me.
‘Oh good, you are still awake. I just wanted to say goodnight,’ she said as she slowly walked towards the bed.
It was then that I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, she must have removed it before coming upstairs, and her breasts were swaying in her white shiny silk blouse, her nipples erect and pushing against the fabric. I was mesmerized.
She sat down in the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. Her leather skirt creaked and her stockings rasped together.
Mother started to stroke my face. ‘It’s so nice to have you home Henry,’ she said as she tilted my head up towards her face. I thought she was about to kiss me but instead she said softly ‘Open your legs,’
I didn’t move or say anything.
‘Come on, be a good boy for Mummy and open your legs.’
I couldn’t, my cock was harder than ever and it was taking all my strength to keep it locked between my thighs.
My mother started to stroke my bare chest as her lips descended on mine. She kissed me gently at first then started to kiss me harder, forcing her tongue deep between my lips and into my mouth. She took hold of one of my nipples and twisted it causing me to groan into her mouth as my cock flipped from between my thighs and tented the bed sheet.
‘Good boy,’ she said.
With her right hand she grabbed my cock over the sheet and started to stroke it while with her left she unbuttoned three more buttons on her blouse before taking out her left breast. She then pulled the back of my head towards her erect nipple and ordered me to suck it.
My lips opened automatically and closed around the hard nub when I felt her pull down the bed sheet and take hold of my throbbing cock.