“My pleasure,” Mom answered, giggling and giving me one last kiss on the cheek before she crawled down to take my still hard dick in her mouth.
**
I woke the next morning with the sober version of a hangover. My throat was dry and my muscles ached in odd places, including my jaw. Still, a smile spread on my lips as I remembered the events of yesterday. Mom had helped me through the effects of the laced cookie like she promised but we hadn’t stopped there, allowing me the opportunity to prove that I didn’t really need it. She had commented on my “youthful virility” more than once after.
She lay next to me, looking beautiful in the morning light. The bed was a mess, as were some other areas of the house. It had been a very eventful day.
I got up, drank some water and brushed my teeth. Mom woke up as I came back and sat down in the bed next to her.
“Mmm… Good morning,” she greeted drowsily.
“Good morning, Mom,” I answered. “Did you sleep well?”
“Oh yeah. I dreamed some wonderful dreams about you,” she snickered and pulled me in for a kiss. “Mmm…” she moaned into my mouth.
“So what did I do in your dreams?” I asked, feeling cheeky. I put my hand under the sheet and guided it down below her stomach. “Something like this?” I said and slid a digit inside her warm pussy.
“Mmmff!” she groaned. I moved my finger around in her hole, feeling the familiar and inviting warmth of it.
“Mmm… such a naughty boy,” she admonished.
“And you are a dirty woman,” I countered, grinning. “If you expect me to eat you out again I think we are going to have to clean this pussy of yours, Mom.”
“Oh dear,” she gasped dramatically. “Is that any way to talk to your mother?”
“I’m sorry, Mom. I promise I’ll make it up to you,” I said as I led her, naked and smiling, to the shower.
**
14.37 in the afternoon the doorbell rang. Mom released me from her embrace with a frustrated sigh and put on her bathrobe.
“I’ll answer it. Get some clothes on, just in case,” she told me.
I quickly snuck into my room and got dressed while Mom walked out into the hall and opened the door.
“You!” she practically screamed.
“Hey Victoria,” a disdainful voice greeted. “I was just stopping by to ask how your Christmas turned out. I hope it wasn’t too hard with only your son here?” she taunted.
I could imagine Mom’s rage at that comment. She was going to go into a frenzy any second now, which was probably just what Margret wanted. I quickly put on a t-shirt and left my room.
“Actually, it was a very pleasant Christmas,” Mom said in an even tone, stopping me in my tracks. I carefully snuck up to a side window and peeked out from behind the curtain.
“That so?” Margret asked doubtfully.
“Yes. I stopped my son from taking another bite of that disgusting little creation of yours. You put something in them, didn’t you?” Margret fidgeted nervously at the accusation.
“Of course not! I even ate one myself. How could you-”
“The results will be back soon enough, either way,” Mom interrupted her. “You remember my sister Jen, don’t you? She tests all kinds of drugs as part of her job. I expect the findings will be making their way to the police in just a few days.”
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