I asked her if she wanted to watch a DVD later.
“What do you want to watch, son?”
“You choose.”
“Thanks, hun, I like a man who lets me have what I want,” Mum replied, with a wink.
“I always aim to please.”
“That’s advice for life there, James. Give the women what they want and you shall receive the rewards.” She walked to me and gave me a hug.
“I’ll make dinner,” I offered.
“Thank you, son, you do give the women what they want.”
“And my reward?”
She leaned her head in and gave me a kiss on the lips. She withdrew slowly. I looked into her beautiful eyes, which seemed to be glazed over.
“Dinner better be good! I’m going to get dressed” Mum said as she went back inside.
I lay dinner on the table in front of mum, and lit a candle. The light illuminated her face, making her look like incredibly sexy. She stared intently at the oysters I had prepared.
“Mmm, looks good, almost as good as you, James.”
I blushed slightly. I had made an effort to look good, putting on her favourite shirt of mine.
“Thanks mum, and I must say you look great as well.”
She did. The casual but pretty dark blue skirt she wore accentuated her best bits and made her look slimmer. The makeup she wore was spot-on, not slutty, bringing attention to her lips and eyes. She looked ravishing.
“It would be great if other people said that,” Mum said, staring off into the distance.
“Mum, you could have anyone, all my friends say how much they want to be with you.” The constant comments of how they would fuck the shit out of my mother were getting annoying.
“Ha, you should bring them over some time. It’s been too long,” she said, sounding forlorn.
We ate dinner mostly in silence, with mum regularly complimenting me on my cooking. When we finished, mum leaned back in her chair. She stared at me.
“What,” I asked with a smile.
“I was just thinking about how, recently, you’ve turned into a great man. You’re smart, kind, and have a great body. It’s such a difference from the fifteen year old kid who wanked constantly.” She laughed at my embarrassed face.
“Not constantly!”
“Yes, all the time. You have no idea how many times I have caught you looking at porn. Are you still into lesbian threesomes?” She laughed again.
“Thanks for ruining this, mum,” I said in a slightly annoyed tone.
“Oh it’s not ruined, lighten up. Come on, let’s go and watch the film.” She said getting up. I joined her.
“And for the record, yes I am,” I muttered. Mum laughed and rested her head on my shoulder.
I lay across the couch, and mum lay in front of me. I draped my hand over her stomach and caressed her softly. A slight moan escaped her lips. Her ass pushed against my legs. I didn’t know the film, it was some romantic comedy. I wasn’t really concentrating on the film, just on getting mum to make some slight sounds, while her ass slowly rubbing against my legs. About halfway through the film, I fell asleep.
In my dream, I was getting a blowjob. It felt amazing. But it wasn’t April using her mouth, it was mum. Damn, could she suck a dick! She was dragging her tongue up and down the length of my dick, sucking my balls into her mouth, and gagging as she took the whole cock down her throat. I reached out and started pushing her head up and down. This was a good dream. I felt like I was getting close.