He’d had some time to think about everything and he’d realized that he had no right to be mad at her.
He felt lust for this beautiful woman wash away the vestiges of the hurt he’d felt at her betrayel. She was his mother, he loved her, and after all – she was willing to give him some pussy.
“John, I wanted to tell you …”
“I’m sorry!” he interrupted her. “You don’t have to explain.”
She looked at him as if surprised that he was so willing to forgive her so easily.
“I know about Mark now and I’m alright with it.” He looked down for a moment to try to gather his thoughts, “I was surprised when I heard and I got mad but I know that you are as much his mother as you are mine and … there isn’t any reason you can’t … love both of us.”
“Of course!” she cried, “I love all of you!”
“I mean … he could die over there!” he said emphatically. “I understand!”
She put her hands over her mouth and sniffed back a tear.
“Let’s pretend it never happened, okay?”
She nodded and put on a smoldering sexy look – shifting effortlessly from mother to seductress.
“You were always such a good boy,” she said, “I think you deserve a reward.”
He pulled open the door for her and waved her into his room.
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“Do you like it?” she asked in a sultry voice, holding her arms out and modeling the camisole for him. “I got it in Chicago before I had you … and it still fits! Isn’t that wonderful?”
“I’m sure it wouldn’t be so wonderful without you in it,” he offered.
“Well,” she brushed her hair back over her shoulder with a finger then proceeded to run the finger down her neck and over her beautiful generous cleavage, “It is a little tight in some places but thats okay,” she continued the caress along the line of her navel until she reached the dark patch between her legs, “because I never seem to be able to keep it on for very long anyway.”
“Uhhhhhhhhh,” was the best he could manage as all of the blood drained from his brain and engorged his penis.
She brazenly looked at his stiff cock as it twitched in his boxers and stiffened along his leg.
“Is that for me?”
“Uhhhhhhhhhh.”
“No?” She asked and put her hands on her wide hips making her tits swell in the tight top. “Your brother would’ve had me down on my knees by now if he was here.”
“Bitch!” He laughed.
She cocked her head and glared at him.
“It’s not going to go down by itself,” he told her.
“Ha!” she laughed, “I knew you’d come ’round sooner or later!”
“What would you like me to do about it?” she purred.
He put one hand on the back of her head, twisting his fingers in her long soft curly hair, and pushed her down so that she was forced to drop down in front of him.
Her legs spread wide on either side of his and she rested her ass on her heals so that her cleavage strained the limits of the camisole and she was eye to eye with his pecker.
He pointed it at her lips so that she had to lean back precariously to avoid being hit in the face with it.
“I see!” she laughed.
She stuck out her tongue and ran the tip of it from the base of his balls to the base of his dickhead, then down the top of his shaft to his pelvis, her hair tickling his thighs.