He just about choked on his steak. “Is that a fact?”
“Honestly, yeah. I mean, yours and his are about the same length, but yours is thicker and that’s what matters. Plus it’s just nicer to look at, if you ask me.”
He just nodded, and it suddenly got very awkward between us again.
“Oh honey, I’m sorry if I made it weird. It’s just… I don’t mean to compare you to your dad, but when I do, you’re always the winner. I guess I’m just so happy to have an enthusiastic lover again, and it’s just so refreshing to feel so wanted again. But from now on, I’m going to do my best to not mention him in that way again, okay?”
“Deal.” He looked off into the distance the way he always did before he started one of his patented rants. “I’m sorry to get uncomfortable, but you probably wouldn’t like hearing about how your great, big tits are much nicer than any of my ex’s, or that you give BJs much better than Michelle, right?”
Backhanded as the compliments were, I completely understood what he was saying. “You’re right, sweetie. From now on, it’s just about us and nobody else.”
The meal went back to normal after that, and he even started rubbing my back while he waited for me to finish my drink so we could head back to our room. Unfortunately, by the time we made it back, it was almost 10 o’clock and Joel’s early sleeping pattern meant he was just about ready to fall asleep after brushing his teeth. Even though we’d had so much fun earlier in the night, I’m ashamed to say I was disappointed to know he wasn’t up for round two. Oh well, there was always tomorrow night.
After I finished brushing my teeth, Joel was in bed in just his boxer shorts, struggling to keep his eyes open. I climbed in beside him wearing my slip, and kissed him goodnight in a very different way to I’d done when he was a child. He kissed me back, and lay down on his back. I put my head on his chest and fell asleep with my arm draped over him. Later on in the night, I woke up lying on my side while Joel was spooning me. His hand was resting on my boob and I felt his hard cock pressing into my arse. Not sure if he was awake and sending me a signal or not, I decided to try signalling him at any rate, letting him know I was definitely keen for some sleepy sex. I moved my hips, grinding against his cock and moaned happily. I grabbed his hand and pressed it firmly into my breast, hoping he’d grab onto me. Of course, he was still asleep, so I was again a little disappointed. It took probably ten minutes for my frustration to die down enough to let me go back to sleep.
The next morning, I knew we had a fair bit of a drive so I decided not to try for some morning sex. Instead, I decided to see to what extent I could still dress sexily. I got changed that morning into a very revealing outfit for a woman my age – denim skirt, a button-up short sleeved shirt with only two buttons done up around my breasts, and no bra. I hadn’t worn anything that deliberately provocative or revealing since my early 30s, so I was a bit nervous about whether I could still pull it off. When he came out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth, Joel did a double-take, exclaiming “Holy shit, Mum! Jesus, I’m one fucking lucky son.”
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