I inwardly chuckled at how easy it was to expose my feelings to a woman that couldn’t talk back with their face covered. I wished it was that simple to tell Mom my true feelings. Reluctantly, I rose and left for my room.
After showering and resting for an hour, I dressed and went downstairs, where Mom was preparing lunch. Mom didn’t wait until evening to question me on my encounter, asking, “How’d it go this morning? You were in there longer than normal. Did you have any problems?”
“No, everything went fine. Thanks for asking. Other than being younger than our previous clients, I thought it went well,” I commented while waiting for any expression from her that might give me a clue.
“It was hard to tell her age because of her perfect complexion, but I’d say she was in her twenties. She was pleased with our arrangement and even gave us a hefty bonus. She didn’t provide a reason. Do you know why?”
I could see, from her questioning look, she wanted more information. I decided against telling her that maybe it was because our fuck was intense, and I made her cum twice before filling her. “No idea. Maybe she liked that we were discreet and protective of her privacy.”
Her eyes were deep in thought, probably mulling over the fact the woman had been completely covered, showing little of her body. Her expression switched into understanding when she echoed, “Yes, you’re right. She was a secretive young lady.”
Satisfied with our discussion, she changed topics while we finished lunch. She informed me Rachel was coming over later to go with us to see a short film at the theater and then out to eat. I had fully recovered by the time Rachel showed up, and I had the age-old problem of shifting my prick to avoid detection. After dinner, my aunt headed home. Shortly after, I excused myself to retire to my room. I was exhausted from the full day of activities. While I climbed the stairs, Mom said, “Rest up, Sam. We have two appointments tomorrow.”
I turned to reply, unsure of how to ask her how far apart my sessions would be when she spoke to ease my anxiety. “Don’t worry, Sam. One is for ten tomorrow morning, and the other can’t make it until eight at night. Plenty of time for you to recover.”
Seeing my look of relief, she smiled and left. I wondered how many women she and Sharon had interviewed. I didn’t complain, enjoying the best summer job ever. Sleep was good that night as I relived the time spent with Snow White. That was the first instance I hadn’t thought of Mom when I climaxed. I thought maybe I was getting over my infatuation with my sexy mother.
*****
Those thoughts quickly dissipated, my prick staying hard through breakfast. Mom paraded around cloaked in another new nightie. Black in color, her hemline ended at mid-thigh. It was a heavier material, but I could tell she was braless, her nipples pushing out the top. I tried to figure out the significance of her attire. Her tits sticking out was the most obvious sign. She usually gave more of a clue when she fetched me for our client; I’d have to wait.
After I helped clean the kitchen, I retreated to my room to wait for our next client. I left my door ajar, allowing Mom to enter without knocking first. I sat on the edge of my bed, thinking about my time with Snow White. My prick rose out of the gap in my robe, exposing my fat, circumcised head. A drop of precum oozed from the slit. I firmly gripped my bulbous head and twisted it like I was opening a doorknob, coating it with my juices. I released it, and the cool air felt good, attempting to dry my wet tip.
Lost in thought, I didn’t hear Mom come up the stairs or enter my room. Jolted back to reality from Mom’s voice, I heard her say, “Sweetie, I have another concern …”
She stopped suddenly, staring at my hard prick proudly standing straight up out of my robe. The large helmeted head was filled with blood and still shiny with my slick juices. I stammered, “Sorry, Mom. I should have been more careful.”
Still staring at my large, wet head, she murmured, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that. I didn’t realize it was so b…” She abruptly stopped, realizing she was commenting on her son’s big prick.
Seeing her face turn red and flustered, I frantically searched for a way to help her. I blurted out the first thing I could think of that started with a ‘B’ and exclaimed, “Beautiful? You did have something to do with its creation, so of course, you’d think that.” I smiled, trying to ease the tension while closing my robe to hide my erection.
In her uneasiness, she had folded her arms across her stomach, causing her nightie to pull tighter against her body. Her taut, engorged nipples pressed against the thin material. Her pointy teats held my attention while she strolled over to me for our ritual hug. Standing up, I hugged her tightly. She pressed close to me, attempting to make contact with the hard cock she had seen.
Bathing my ear with her hot breath, Mom whispered, “I’m afraid as I get older that I’m getting a lot less sexy. I’d like your opinion on another one of my concerns.”
She guided my hands to the backs of her thighs under her nightie. She moved our joined hands upward, and when they landed on her bare cheeks, she asked, “Honey, do you think I’m losing my ass? I know older women tend to get a flat ass. I’m worried that I’m heading in that direction.”
She released her hands while I cupped and gently squeezed her firm globes of flesh. I couldn’t believe my luck; my hands held Mom’s firm buns. My fingers spread out, dipping into the deep crevice between her cheeks, squeezing while advancing.
Mom’s soft breasts filled and pressed into me when she sucked in a deep breath of air. My hard prick, trapped between our bodies, throbbed in agreement with my delight. Knowing her pussy was inches away, I contemplated exploring further, seeking her prize. As quick as the thought entered, Mom removed my hands off her buns, asking, “What do you think? Am I too far gone?”.