I shrugged, thinking of pounding her ass in the airplane bathroom a couple of hours ago, “Well if your dear son would allow you to wear panties…”
“Fucker,” she said, playfully.
“Mother-fucker,” I corrected.
“Yes,” she smiled, “you are one dirty Mother-fucker.”
“Fuck Mom, now you’ve made me hard again,” I pointed out what was literally pointing out.
She gave my point a quick squeeze and said, “Maybe we should return to the madness.”
“Can you resist Ellie?” I asked.
“For a little while,” she said, although her look told me she wasn’t convinced.
“Let’s play it by ear, Mom,” I said, squeezing her hand.
“Ok,” she agreed.
“Ellie will be busy tomorrow with her task,” I reminded her.
“Which she will achieve, no doubt,” Mom predicted.
“Is she that good?” I asked, our hotel now in sight.
“She doesn’t take no for an answer,” Mom replied.
“Yet you resisted her,” I pointed out, trying to build her resilience against the powerful temptress.
“It was because of you,” Mom said, adding, “I was pregnant, I desperately wanted to have a child and my mother wolf instincts kicked in. I would have killed someone if necessary to protect you… even Ellie!”
“Well, I thank you profusely for that protection, loba mía,” I laughed.
“Well, you have been thanking me rather thoroughly lately,” she teased.
As we returned to the hotel I said, “Welcome to the jungle.”
Mom quoted Guns and Roses, which only convinced me one more time how cool she was, “We’ve got fun and games.”
“You’re perfect, Mom,” I complimented, meaning it.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” Mom smiled.
I texted Miranda and learned our ‘room’ was a suite on the top floor…the penthouse. As usual I was in awe of my life. We went to the elevator and as soon as the door closed, Mom and I were kissing like two horny teenagers.
Once we reached our floor, Mom broke our kiss and said, her face flushed with a hunger I had only seen in her eyes a couple of times, “Promise me you’ll fuck me tonight.”
“That is a promise I think I can keep, Mom,” I replied.
“Fuck, do I want you inside me right now,” she said.
My phone buzzed just as we got out of the elevator and Miranda told me she’d left us a cardkey at the front desk and that she and Ellie were in the bar having a drink. “The key is at the front desk.”
“Well, that figures,” Mom replied.
The elevator doors began to close and I hit the open button. “Thinking of submitting to Ellie has you on the brink, doesn’t it?” I asked.
“Just the thought has my cunt gushing,” Mom admitted.
I pulled her back into the elevator and waited until the doors closed, removed my shirt and tossed it onto the overhead camera and hit the Stop button. The elevator came to an abrupt halt and froze in place.
Mom smiled playfully, “You naughty boy. What are you going to make me do?”
Not wasting time, knowing we probably had only a couple of minutes, I ordered, “Get my cock out, slut.”
She obeyed, correcting me, “Mommy-slut.”
My finger still on the stop button, I watched her eagerly take my cock into her mouth, which had last been inside her ass on the plane, and bob up and down like a porn star.