“That’s a giant load of cum in you, Mom. I imagine my sperm are fighting over your eggs from our first incestuous fuck. I’m so lucky to have such a hot mother,” I croaked, slowly pulling my fingers out. She closed her legs tight, trapping my fingers in her filled pussy. It was her silent approval.
Backing off, I pulled the sheet down to cover her. Slipping on my robe, I wondered whether this would be my last job since I disobeyed several of Mom’s rules. After returning to my room, I jumped in the shower. I heard Mom’s bedroom door click open and close while washing off the smell of sex.
While drying off, our client’s car left. When I met Mom downstairs, she wore work clothes. She smiled and said, “Let’s work on the garden. It’s a beautiful day.”
She didn’t mention my performance while toiling in the soil, both of us pretending my mother hadn’t just set me up to fuck a woman.
After dinner, she sat by me on the couch and wrapped her arm around me. I did the same, and we stroked each other’s upper arms while watching a comedy. She broke the silence, asking, “How’d it go this morning? Do we need to modify any of the procedures?”
“It was nearly a disaster. It was more difficult than I thought to perform without any foreplay,” I replied.
She showed her dismay, hugging me tightly in consolation.
After languishing in the hug for a minute, I continued, “Caressing her legs didn’t help much. Her skin was tough and leathery from tanning long hours in the sun; not very sexy. I think she was nearly your age, but I bet she looks at least ten years older.”
Mom exclaimed, “Wow! You’re good at guessing ages. She is my age, and I noticed the sun’s effect on her. It’s a shame women don’t realize the damage the sun can do. So you were able to proceed anyway?”
Squeezing and caressing her upper arm, I said, “Yea, I had to visualize smoother skin when I touched her.”
My mom’s hand squeezed mine, shrieking, “You thought of your mother when you were with her?”
“No, Mom. That would be weird, just the feel of your skin. It’s so smooth and soft, and I had to do something, or I wouldn’t have been able to proceed,” I replied. She exhaled and released her hand from mine, allowing me to continue caressing her arm.
“I did put you up to this, and if it helped the process, I can’t complain,” she acquiesced.
“I hope she was happy with the results. I did the best I could,” I cautioned, looking to Mom to gauge her reaction.
She replied, “I told her I didn’t want any details, but she said that you performed well and stayed within our preset boundaries. She thought you were sweet, and your soothing conversation put her at ease. She was quite pleased; I believe our first case was a complete success.”
Thankfully, she changed subjects as I was getting hard, reliving the time spent with our first client. I was glad the woman hadn’t revealed the fantasy we enacted. Relaying too much information to Mom didn’t seem like a great idea. I wondered if the woman had already fucked her son or even had one. If so, he might be in for quite a surprise.
*****
My aunt arrived around noon the next day to help us in the garden. Mom excused herself for an errand, leaving Rachel and me to finish work. It provided the perfect opportunity to leer at my aunt without the threat of Mom catching me. Mom was back in time for dinner. We ate, and Rachel left for home. Mom and I retired to our rooms early after a long day of work.
During breakfast, Mom wore a short, pink nightie. The entire lengths of her luscious thighs were bare. When she shifted, a flash of dark red panties peeked out. After we ate and cleaned up, Mom stopped next to me on her way to her bedroom. She turned to display a perfect view of the backs of her legs. She quietly asked, “Sam, could you do me a favor? Could you see if I have any cellulite on my legs? It happens to many women, and I want to know if there are any signs.”
Before this, I had been stealing looks at her luscious legs. I couldn’t believe my luck that she had permitted me to gawk at her shapely bare legs. Taking my time, I surveyed up and down her smooth, toned legs. Her nightie barely covered her panties, allowing me to see all of her creamy thighs. Rapidly breathing, I stuttered, “No sign of anything, Mom. Your legs are very smooth, fantastic looking, and incredibly sexy.”
“Thank you, Sam. Although, I’m not sure you should be complimenting your mother’s legs in that manner,” she said with a smirk. “I’m just worried cellulite will ruin my appearance. I am getting near that awful age,” she added, referring to her closing in on forty.
“Mom, there’s nothing wrong with your legs, and even if there were, you’re still a beautiful and sexy woman,” I complimented her and blushed, surprised at my bold remark.
She turned to face me and smiled, seeing my flushed state. “Thanks, Sam. Let’s get dressed and do some yard work.”
We met in the garden and worked for a few hours. At three in the afternoon, I asked,” Mom. Is Aunt Rachel coming over to help?”
She hesitated as if making up a story. Finally, she explained, “No, not today. I had to lie and tell her we were busy tonight. I scheduled an appointment with a new client. I met her yesterday and scheduled her for today at four. I hope it’s okay with you.”
Taken aback by her announcement, I hesitated, but not long enough for Mom to continue. I replied, “Sure, Mom; It’s fine. I have to clean up first. I’ll head in and wait for you in my room.”
After my shower, it didn’t take long before a car pulled up. I heard the door and muffled talking while they walked down the hall to Mom’s room. Soon after, I heard a soft knock on my door. I let Mom in and immediately smiled, seeing her dressed in her short, pink nightie. She told me our client was ready and hugged me tightly. I pressed my face against her neck, breathing in her natural scent, which I’d come to love.