She called out to her husband, “I’m in the study reading, Sweetie. I guess I must have been reading aloud. Go back to sleep. I’ll be up in a bit.”
I started to say something, and she looked back at me giving me the death stare. She stopped me cold.
Tony went back up to bed. She had just lied to him. I guess she’d have to. I mean, she’s not dressed appropriately and she’s entertaining her daughter’s husband. Seriously. How would that look? And then the realization came to me, and I knew opportunity was knocking at my door.
She was still standing at the door keeping an ear out for her husband, making sure she heard him march upstairs, when I came up behind her and hugged her. She was startled and fought me off.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She asked in an angry raised whisper.
I took my shirt off, and she looked terrified.
“Put your shirt back on,” she ordered in a hushed tone.
I didn’t. In fact, I unzipped my shorts and in one swift motion removed my shorts and boxers. I stood naked in a pool of clothes.
She was shocked, but I noticed she couldn’t take her eyes off my cock.
“Put your clothes back on and get the hell out of my house,” she demanded.
I closed the gap between us and stood face to face staring her straight on. “Look here, Mom,” I said menacingly, “You just lied to Dad, and I’m wondering what he’d say if he walked in and caught you dressed in that short see thru entertaining your naked son-in-law. You see, my bet is he wouldn’t be all too pleased. I’ve already all but lost my wife, so I have nothing to lose. You, however, you have everything to lose.”
The realization set in. I could see it in her eyes.
“Now, I see you can’t take your eyes off my cock, and I’m thinking you could use a good fuck.”
She closed her eyes and leaned against the door.
“I can smell your pussy, and I have a feeling you were in here reading your smut novel wishing you were the female character getting fucked by the hero in the book.” I turned and took a seat on the couch. My dick had grown to its full size and was standing at attention. I sat against the arm rest, one leg on the couch and one on the floor fully exposing my cock and balls. I started massaging my cock running my hand up and down the shaft.
“Come on Mom, bring your sweet ass over here. Let me smell you. Let me taste you. Let me fuck you,” I taunted.
She opened her eyes and her gaze went straight to my cock. She had a look of disbelief, shock and anger, and that look intensified as our eyes met and it hit her… I was sitting in her home, on her couch with a shit-eating grin on my face. Her rage overpowered her and she charged at me calling me every fucking name in the book.
I sensed her anger and intuitively anticipated her move. I quickly stood up grabbing her arms and twisting her around bringing her semi-covered ass against my cock.
She urged me to let her go, again calling me every name. Her defiance and bravado brought a smile to my face. I liked Linda’s spicy side. I leaned in and spoke in her ear telling her to calm down and to behave or she was going to wake her husband up.