“All because of moi?” she asked, gesturing to herself innocently.
“What can I say? I’ve always been a Momma’s boy,” I shrugged.
“Well, I’m flattered,” she said, taking my hand like a lover and leading me out of the cabin and adding, her words dripping with innuendo, “and tonight Momma’s boy is all mine.”
“Yes, Mommy,” I replied, the horny sons in the porn I read online always calling their Mom Mommy.
“Mommy! I haven’t been called that in like forever,” she said.
“You were just called that like two seconds ago,” I teased.
“Brat,” she said, as we walked to the car, still hand in hand.
“Hey, I’m the good boy,” I argued, my brothers always the ones getting into trouble.
“Maybe you should try being the bad boy once in a while,” she tossed out there, everything she said seeming to imply something sexual… although each one taken individually could be just a coincidence, a preponderance of evidence was beginning to pile up.
Five minutes later we were at the restaurant… my cock hard and likely going to stay that way all night.
We ordered our food and were chatting about the upcoming autumn when she said, “I can’t believe you’re leaving me in a month.”
I knew she’d be going through major empty nest syndrome with my leaving for college added to Dad’s desertion. Trying once again to hint at the naughty idea of incest, “Well, we’ll need to make the most of the time we have left.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” she said, before asking, “Can you do Mommy another favour?”
“Your wish is my command,” I said.
“When I was married to your father it was the opposite way round,” she said.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, never mind.” She was actually blushing!
“You can’t say that, then finish with a never mind,” I protested.
“I just did,” she smirked playfully.
“Brat,” I accused, returning her former word.
“Maybe you’ll have to discipline me,” she said, again with a sly smile and a deeper blush.
“What’s gotten into you?” I asked, remembering that I’d read that line in a couple of stories where it’d led to a naughty sexual innuendo.
“Nothing, since your father left,” she answered, looking frustrated.
“You just need to get back out there,” I said.
“Aaaaaah,” she sighed dramatically.
“What’s wrong?” I wanted to know.
“The thought of dating is exhausting,” she said. “I just someone I already know to give me what I want.”
My hard cock flinched. As the innuendos and hints grew, I was getting more and more confident that she was warming… and blushing… to the idea of incest as much as I was.
I wasn’t sure what to say at this moment. I wanted to offer to be that someone she knows, and I was growing more confident that she was indeed hinting her interest, but I couldn’t bluntly come out and say it.
Thankfully, the waitress came out with warm buns and olive oil, and I didn’t have to respond.
When the waitress left, Mom said, “So back to my favour. Can you rub Mommy’s feet? They’re a bit sore.”
“Of course,” I agreed, as I felt her foot on my leg, surprised she was already sansheels. I moved my hands to her silky-clad foot and began a gentle massage.