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I don't care she is my mother, my manhood was rapidly beginning to express it's appreciation for the scenery.
I pressed my legs closer together in an attempt to cover the bulge, and I was satisfied for the moment that my efforts were successful. "The office part wasn't too bad, but putting up with three stuff shirts through dinner and a few drinks was a pain in the ass.
She goes her way and I go mine and we are as compatible as a mother and son can be under the circumstances. Mom had a dinner meeting with some business associates, and I, being the typical young man constantly feeling his need to spread some wild oats, had spent the evening unsuccessfully doing so. I noticed some lights on upstairs so I naturally assumed that Mom had also ended her evening.
When I reached the top of the stairs I could hear her humming softly.
She was trembling as she did so, but she went so far as to grind her butt against my cock once it was properly seated.
She was still holding my hands against her boobs mightily, but she managed to twist her head around and bury her mouth over mine.
One of the main issues for the divorce was that my mom was more successful than my dad, and he was too macho to accept that fact.
I'm sure they had other differences leading up to the separation, but the career status thing was the biggee.
I was massaging her beautiful tits leisurely, and she had worked her hands between our bodies where she found my limp pecker.
"Oh wow," she gasped, "it's full grown, son." "You like? The excitement was too much to be discreet any longer. Her free hand was covering my hand and keeping it in place. I stepped into the tub behind her and straddled her butt as I sat down. "I think I just had a baby orgasm." "Not to worry," I mumbled against her neck. " "Thousands," she whispered as she pressed her back against my cock.