“Your father hated going down on me,” she revealed.
“He always insisted on making it clear he was in charge.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“I haven’t been licked in two decades,” she exposed, the jury now back in their box and demanding to know why I wasn’t in mine.
“Well that’s doubly ridiculous,” I said.
“I know,” she nodded. “I’m not going to lie, Cameron, I became rather self-conscious about my taste and smell because of your father’s endless refusals.”
“I’m sure you must smell and taste amazing,” I said, hoping I would get a chance to smell it up close and taste it for myself.
“I know I do,” she said, licking her lips suggestively, and one more time pressing her foot against my hard cock.
Again we were interrupted as the food arrived. Mom deliberately and slowly circled her toes around the shaft of my cock before moving her foot away.
Intent clear.
We ate in relative silence.
Me wondering how to move this from innuendo to reality.
Mom pondering how she could cross the line from Mom to Mommy.
When the waitress came back to ask if we wanted dessert Mom responded, “No, we’ll have dessert back at the lake.”
The entire time she was answering the waitress she was looking at me… her eyes speaking volumes.
Unless I was completely misreading her… dessert was going to be her proving to me that her pussy tasted as good as she claimed.
I agreed, deciding to be as blunt as she was, wanting her to know unequivocally I was game, “Yes, I know exactly what I’m craving: something sweet and exotic.”
“Just the bill please, ma’am,” Mom requested, her eyes still locked on mine.
Ten minutes later we were back at the cabin… not one word spoken between the two of us until we’d arrived and she spoke just one word as she parked the car: “Hungry?”
“I definitely would love some dessert,” I replied.
We got out of the car, she took my hand and tugged, and I followed.
To my surprise she didn’t lead me to the cabin, but towards the beach… the sun going down and a slight cool breeze letting us know day was quickly turning into night.
I followed, thinking maybe I’d misread this… although how could I have?
She walked a couple hundred yards to the left and then into a group of big rocks that would give us some privacy.
My cock led the way, pointing straight ahead at her ass as I followed my Mom.
She led me between some rocks as I asked, “How do you know about this area?”
“I noticed it earlier,” she answered, turning to look at me.
“So is this where we’re having dessert?” I asked slyly, opening the door for her to offer me some homemade pie.
“You promised to do anything for Mommy, right?” she asked, moving to a large rock and leaning back against it.
“Yes, Mommy,” I agreed. “I’ll do anything to make you happy.”
Mom lifted up her dress to both reveal two more surprises: she was wearing only a garter belt and stockings, having gone commando when she left to dine with her son, and she said the words I’d dreamt of both waking and sleeping a plethora of times in my bed at night, “Come eat your Mommy, my baby.”
I repeated my parrot phrase one more time, as I walked over to my beautiful mother and her completely shaved pussy, “Anything for you, Mommy.”