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Subject: {ASSM} Meek Mum (m/F, inc, mon-son, mdom, exhib)
Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2003 19:10:07 -0400
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Meek Mum
By Scorpio00155(c)

When dad died my mother sort of went to pieces for the next six
months, I ended up doing everything around the house on top of my
school work and had it not been for the insurance money I would have
had to find a way to earn money.  As it was we were comfortably off,
though by no means wealthy, even so I had virtually no time to call my
own for the entire period.  Gradually the strain began to tell on me
and it began to show in my schoolwork, my grades started to fall and
it looked as though I would fail my 'A' levels.  Much as I loved my
mother something had to be done about the whole situation and one
fateful Saturday I took matters in hand and confronted mum.

Sitting in the living room facing my mother I could not believe how
much she had let herself go, once a lively, attractive, vivacious
woman, she was now dowdy and dull, her hair was a mess and her face
was pale.  Quietly and with great patience I talked to my mother,
listlessly she listened to what I said yet showed no sign that she
understood.  Slowly I became annoyed and began talking more and more
firmly until at last I lost my temper.

"Damn it mum," I exploded "go and make yourself presentable, do
something with your hair, put on some nice clothes.  Do something
other than mope."

"Yes Paul." she said quietly and got out of her chair.

To say I was surprised at her compliance would be an understatement,
as she left the room I shook my head and wondered just what it was
that had finally got through to her.  Something dad had jokingly said
came back to me, he'd had a few drinks and had confided drunkenly that
'your mother needs a firm hand son', it had meant nothing to me at the
time, but now her reaction to my angry order gave meaning to his
words.  Perhaps if I was firm with my mother instead of kindly she
would respond more favourably, I decided to try it and see what
happened.  Ten minutes later mum returned to the living room, she
looked like a different woman, her hair was neat and tidy, her face
was carefully made up and her clothes were bright and even a little
sexy, all in all a vast improvement.  What I needed to do now was to
put some of the old sparkle back in her eyes and some spring in her
stride, I decided that a walk would be a good start, just getting her
out of the house had been impossible over the past six months.

"We are going for a walk." I said firmly.

"All right Paul." she replied, "Do I need a coat?"

Hiding my surprise I answered her question.

"I don't think so, it seems quite warm out today." I said with a
smile.

Making sure that I had my keys I followed mum out of the house, locked
the door then joined her on the pavement, turning towards the nearby
park I set off, mum moved along at my side.  The sun was bright, the
air fresh with a light little breeze that kept us from getting too
warm, even my mother was finding it hard to be glum on such a bright
day and by the time we reached the park she had a tiny smile on her
lips.  We entered the park and wandered aimlessly around the paths
that criss-crossed it, we saw couples enjoying themselves, kids
playing and dogs running, in other words signs of happiness and they
infected my mother and broke down the barrier of her own self-pity. 
By the time we left the park mum was smiling almost happily and on the
walk home she seemed more alive than she had been for ages.

"I'll do dinner tonight." mum said as we went through our front gate.

I was surprised at the change in her, but overjoyed that she had
finally snapped out of her slump somewhat, I agreed to her offer of
course.  Later that evening, our meal consumed and the washing-up
done, we sat in the living room and mum started talking, it was as
though a floodgate had opened and I let her rattle on for as long as
she wanted, relieved that she had finally let loose her feelings.  An
hour later mum smiled at me and sat back in her chair.

"I've been a right pain in the arse for the past six months haven't
I." She said.

"Well, I wouldn't go that far," I grinned "but you have been very
trying."

"I promise to behave myself from now on," she said "you'll be able to
go out with your friends and have some fun."

I hadn't the heart to tell her that the past six months had cost me
the few friends I'd had and as for girls, well, they were a dream that
I hoped one day to fulfil.  Smiling I agreed with her.

"I'm going to do the washing tomorrow." mum announced "In fact I'm
going to take back all those 'little' jobs that you've been doing and
let you concentrate on your school work and having fun."

"You don't have to do it all mum." I laughed, "Let me help at least a
little."

"Okay." she laughed, "Now, why don't you go off and meet some friends
for some fun."

It was with dread that I heard her words, it meant that I would have
to go out, spend a couple of hours on my own and come home pretending
that I had enjoyed myself.  Something about me must have told my
mother that there was something wrong and now she was back to her old
self it didn't take her long to figure out what that something was.

"I'm sorry Paul," she sighed unhappily "I've ruined your life with my
sulking haven't I."

"Not at all mum," I smiled realising she had worked out the true
situation "if they had been proper friends they would not have left me
in the lurch so to speak.  No, I think I'm better off without them. 
Besides, you are more important to me."

"Thank you Paul." mum smiled "I know, let's go out together, I can
pass myself off as a young woman with the right make-up and I'm sure
we could have fun together."

"Okay," I grinned "you go and doll yourself up and I'll put on
something respectable."

"I won't," she grinned, "I want people to think you've got yourself a
sexy dolly bird."

"I've already got that," I laughed "any improvement on that will make
people think you are a right nympho."

"Well that can't hurt your image." She laughed as she flounced from
the room.

I was happy to see mum back to normal, rude, crude and so much fun to
be with, nevertheless it would have been nice if I could have gone out
with a girlfriend, I might have stood a chance of some fun at the end
of the evening, but I would make the most of things.  Making my way to
my bedroom I took off my jeans and tee shirt, looking in my wardrobe
at the meagre collection of clothes I tried to make up my mind what to
wear, school uniform was definitely out and the rest of my clothes
were jeans and tee shirts with one exception.  That exception was a
pair of leather trousers, I had bought them and so far hadn't worn
them, at the same time I'd got the trousers I'd bought a pair of
cowboy style boots and a black silk type shirt, I changed into this
outfit and grabbed my leather bomber jacket.  Going back to the living
room I waited for my mother to join me, it was long wait, but when she
finally appeared half an hour later the wait was well worth it.

"Whee-hoo," I whistled appreciatively "you look fantastic."

Fantastic indeed, whatever she had done with her make-up had taken
years off her, she'd done up her hair in a style that had it draped to
one side of her face and it took a few more years away, to top it all
off she had changed into a dress that gave a new meaning to the word
'mini'.  The dress was cut both low and high, so low as to show off a
hell of a cleavage, so high as to reveal that she was wearing
stockings not tights and that was while she was standing, what a sight
it had to be when she sat.  Had I not known it was my mother I could
almost have believed that she was a girl of near my own age, not just
a girl, but a beautiful, sexy girl and to my surprise I found myself
feeling horny.  Mum blushed at my words and it only made her seem all
the more fanciable, my fingers twitched with an urge to handle her.

"Thank you." mum blushed deep crimson "Do you like it."

"Well it's not a banana in my pocket." I joked.

Mum laughed and looked me over, something in her eyes told me that she
liked what she saw, there was a twinkle deep in her eyes that I had
often seen when my father was alive, it usually meant that they took
an early night.  Shaking myself mentally for my thoughts I asked the
burning question.

"So where are we going?"

"Where would lads of your age normally take their bits of stuff?" she
asked.

"Pointers Disco" I grinned "if they thought they were going to get
lucky that night, but I don't think you'd want to go there."

"And why not may I ask?" she grinned, "I may not be a spring chicken,
but I can keep up with you youngsters.  Or are you afraid that someone
from school will see you with your mother."

"Mum," I laughed "no-one from school would recognise you in that
get-up if they had a photo of you in their hands.  It's just that, oh
hell, why not if that's what you want."

"I think so." she grinned.

How the hell could I tell her that you only took a date to Pointers if
she was a sure bet, you went there to show her off, to let the lads
drool and to show them how hot she was.  There wasn't a lot of dancing
done, most of the time was spent groping your date, snogging and
winking meaningfully at your mates, so far I had never taken a girl
there although I had gone there alone and had seen some of the antics,
the more daring the 'show' the greater the prestige was the rule.  Mum
had to know this and taking a deep breath I tried to put my thoughts
into words, she smiled and nodded and I could see that she understood
what I was getting at, but it seemed that she didn't mind one bit.

"Let's see what happens shall we." mum grinned "And I don't suppose it
would be a good idea to call me 'mum', use my name."

"Okay Candy," I grinned "but don't say I didn't warn you."

"I can hear them now," mum laughed "'there goes Paul with randy Candy,
the lucky bugger', they'll be green."

"You are incorrigible." I laughed "Come on, let's go if we are going."

So we went, the disco wasn't far from the house so we walked, the
night air was cool and my mother wandered along with her small coat
draped over her arm.

"The cold will make my nipples perk up," she explained with a saucy
laugh "it will make them think you've been getting me going."

I was quickly learning that my mother had a dirty mind, it was the
first time I'd seen this side of her although she had always laughed
and joked about the topic of sex this was something different, almost
flirtatious.  Grinning at my own thoughts I took her arm in mine and
led the way to the disco, as we drew near the place, mum took my arm
and put it around her waist just below the level of her boobs. 
Putting her arm around me she let me take her into the disco, we were
barely through the door when I felt eyes turning our way, to one side
of the entrance I saw a group of boys from my school, I knew them only
by sight, but they had a reputation with the girls.  Now their eyes
were bulging as they stared at me and my mother, but of course they
didn't know it was my mother, they thought that I had brought a hot
little number and they were determined to poach her.  No sooner had I
gone to the bar for some drinks than they moved in on her, from the
bar I watched them chatting her up and grinned, as I returned with the
drinks I heard part of their conversation.

"If you come along with us we can show you a better time than that
jerk." one of them said cockily.

"I doubt that," mum replied with a wry grin "Paul makes me feel so hot
that my cunt burns.  Why should I go with boys when I have a real man,
I do whatever he wants, any time, any place."

The emphasise she had put on the word 'man' left them in no doubt that
I had something they didn't, the gorgeous bird in front of them for
one thing, defeated and spotting my return they retreated into the
crowd.

"'Real man' indeed." I laughed, "They will be watching for a show to
match your words, boy will they be disappointed."

"You heard then." she grinned.

"Just a part of it." I answered with a smile "Look around Candy, this
lot is nothing to what that mob will be expecting to see after that
crack about time and place."

"And I suppose that if they don't see it you'll get ribbed." mum
grinned.

"Putting it mildly, yes." I sighed as I thought of the comments I'd be
hearing on Monday morning.

"So let's not disappoint them," mum laughed, "let's give them a show
to make their toes curl."

It was a tempting idea, but the sort of thing she was talking about
was not the sort of thing mothers and sons did together and I said so.

"But tonight I'm not your mother." she laughed in reply "I'm a sexy
baggage you control completely, at least that's how it's supposed to
seem, so let's act the part."

"Okay," I grinned after a moment of thought "let's act it.  So drink
up and let's 'dance'."

We drank up and put the glasses down on the nearest table, putting my
arm around my mother's waist I steered her towards the centre of
action, the dance floor, as we walked I saw the mob from my school
watching us.  Grinning at my mother I let my hand slide up a little
until it was cupping her boob, she glanced at me, glanced across the
room where the mob were and looked back at me.  She laughed and
wriggled her boob against my hand, out of the corner of my eye I saw
the mob staring at us wide eyed, their eyes followed us as we started
dancing to the slow beat Pointers always played.  With my mother
pressed close to me I felt strangely excited, mentally chiding myself
I took a deep breath in an effort to still my rising excitement.

"The mob's watching." mum whispered in my ear as she pretended to
nuzzle it "How about sliding your hands down to my bum."

Without replying I did as she asked, the feel of her dress sliding
against the palms of my hands adding to the excitement I had been
trying to still, then my hands were on her buttocks, she pushed her
backside against my hands and I grinned at her.  Still 'nuzzling' my
ears my mother watched the mob as we danced, she laughed quietly in my
ear.

"We're getting them Paul," she whispered laughingly "a little more and
they'll wet themselves.  Give my bum a squeeze when I say now."

A few seconds later she whispered 'now' and I gave her backside a good
squeeze.

"Mmm," she murmured, "you should have seen their faces.  Slip your
hands under my dress, quickly, while your back is to them."

It felt strange sliding my hands onto her skimpy panties, strange and
nice, as we turned mum sighed then giggled, daring a glance over her
shoulder I saw the mob watching us goggled eyed.  I knew we were
getting to them and I knew how to blow their minds, there was no way
to warn my mother of it, but I decided to do it anyway and hoped she'd
get the idea.  Slipping my hands into her panties I stroked her naked
backside, her flesh felt warm and soft under my hands, despite the
fact that I was supposed to be fooling the mob from my school I felt a
tingle of excitement as my hands slid over her skin.

"Mmm, that's it," mum whispered in my ear "you've almost got them.  It
just needs something more and they'll cum in their pants."

Inside me something woke, it was a daring I never knew that I had,
thrilling at the thoughts that blossomed in my mind I turned my head
so that I was looking in my mother's eyes and leant my head towards
her as though to kiss her.

"Hitch your dress enough to show off your panties." I whispered with
my lips almost on hers.

"You'd better make it really look as though we're kissing while I do
it." She whispered back.

Our lips could not have been closer together without touching, gently
I closed that minute gap, mum seemed to melt against me, she wriggled
and I felt the hem of her dress rise on my wrists.  Parting our lips I
whispered to her to lift it a bit more, she wriggle again and I felt
the material rise again.

"That's fine." I breathed, "I'm going to..."

"Don't tell me, just do it." She murmured, "My reaction will be more
natural that way."

"Okay." I grinned.

I turned us so that her back was to the boys from my school, from
under hooded eyelids I saw them gape at the sight of my mother's
panties with my hands inside them, suppressing a grin I pulled one of
my hands free and slid it to the gusset of the panties.  With a finger
I pushed the damp material to one side, which revealed my mother's
pussy lips to anyone in the right position to see, the mob scrambled
to get a better view as I slipped a finger along her slit.  The moist
warmth of her pussy sent a thrill through me and my touches made my
mother gasp.

"Should I stop?" I whispered.

"No," she breathed "I can see them in the mirror, one of them has wet
himself already."

"Let's finish them then." I said.

Sliding my finger back along her slit I let it slip into her hole to
the knuckle, my mother gasped and shuddered; over her shoulder I saw
the mob cum in their pants at the sight and decided that enough was
enough.  Removing my finger I let my mother's dress slide back into
place, put my arm around her waist and led her from the dance floor,
we claimed our coats and went out into the cool night air.

"God their faces!" mum roared with laughter.

"They were a picture." I laughed.

"Their eyes literally bulged when you stuck your finger up my fanny."
mum laughed "What a brilliant idea."

Brilliant, maybe, maybe not.  Exciting, definitely!  I could still
feel the heat of her pussy on my finger and the stickiness of her
juices reminded me of the feel of her.  With difficulty I put the
memory aside and looked at my mother, she grinned, which reminded me
that I still had my arm around her waist, my hand on her boob.  As I
went to move my hand my mother looked disappointed, grinning I
squeezed her tit, her eyes lit up and her smile became wider.

"Do we have to go straight home?" mum asked, "I fancy a walk."

Laughing I changed the direction we were walking, soon we arrived at
the park we had walked through earlier, along the paths dim lights
were widely spaced, shadows ruled as we walked through the entrance. 
Above stars twinkled in the clear night air, mum sighed, moved my arm
and pulled off her coat, pulling my arm back around her she placed my
hand back where it had been, on her tit.  In silence we walked along
one of the paths, gently I squeezed her tit and her head turned face
me, she smiled and I stopped walking, turned her towards me, she moved
without resistance.  Something electric seemed to pass between us,
raising both hands I closed them on my mother's boobs, her eyes went
wide and her lips curved even more, gently I squeezed her firm mounds,
her nipples pressing into my palms.  It was as though something inside
me was continually daring me to take things one step further, for a
while I played with mums boobs over her dress, pulling her to me I put
my hands behind her back and pulled the zip of the dress half way
down.  Stepping back a little I reached out and pulled the material
down, my mother looked at me with excited eyes as her dress slid down
over her boobs, down her arms and hung around her waist, her bra
contrasted sharply with the pale colour of her skin as I gazed at her.
 Reaching up I played with her boobs again, the silky feel of her bra
and the distinct outline of her nipples arousing me even more, and mum
sighed as I tweaked her nipples through the material.  I smiled at my
mother, prepared to reach behind her to open the clasp of the bra, an
idea came to me, and I acted on it without thought.

"Take off your bra." I whispered.

"Yes Paul." my mother breathed.

Reaching behind her she undid the bra and slipped it down her arms,
with bated breath I stared at her naked tits, reaching out I stroked
their warm flesh and teased her nipples.  Mum gasped, her eyes half
closing as I squeezed her nipples, I was amazed that she did not stop
me, did not resist me in any way, stimulated by this I became even
more daring, even more in control of the situation.

"Take off your panties." I said quietly.

She reached under her dress and with a few wriggles removed her
panties, holding them out to me she smiled almost shyly, yet in her
eyes was a wild excitement that drove me even further, taking the
panties and the bra I put them in my pockets.

"Now the dress." I said.

Without hesitation she reached behind her and opened the zip the rest
of the way, the dress fell to the path and she stepped out of it,
bending down she picked it up and handed it to me.  We were near one
of the lights and I was able to see her body quite clearly, I passed
my eyes over her and memorised each curve in passing, my mother stood
still under my inspection only a slight tremble betraying her
excitement.  I saw goose-bumps rising on her skin as the seconds
passed and realised that she was getting cold standing around, with
her dress draped over one arm I passed the other around her and drew
her to me.  Our lips met and she hummed with enjoyment, it was the
clearest green light anyone could hope for, her earlier words to the
boys from my school came back to me as I parted our lips 'whatever he
wants, any time, any place'.  An urge to have her fulfil those words
rose up in me as I set us in motion along the path towards the gate,
near the gate I had her put on her coat, under it she was naked except
for a pair of stockings and they merely accented her nudity.  Walking
slowly I took us home, along the way we saw the mob from my school,
they saw us at the same time, grinning at them I watched them stop and
let us draw closer.

"Any time, any place," I grinned "whatever I want."

They gaped at me and I decided to have one last laugh on them.

"Show them Candy." I said.

My mother never faltered, opening her coat and holding it wide she
turned to face the boys, their jaws dropped even further at the sight
of her, I let them stare for a couple of seconds then told my mother
to close her coat.  Without another word I guided her on our way
leaving the boys speechless and creaming their pants for the second
time that night.  As soon as we were out of sight and earshot of them
my mother laughed, I grinned at her and opened my mouth to apologise
for what I had made her do, then it hit me that I had not made her do
anything, all I had done was instruct her, the decision to follow my
instruction had been hers.  It was a thrill to realise that my own
mother was willing to obey me, but how far would she really let me go?
 I had the urge to test this to the limits as soon as we were home,
speeding up I hurried our arrival.

"Hang up your coat and go into the living room." I said as the door
closed behind us.

She hung up her coat and I watched the erotic sway of her backside as
she went into the living room, draping her dress, bra and panties over
the coat rack I took off my clothes, all except my underpants, before
following my mother into the living room.  As I entered the room she
turned to face me, her eyes widened at the sight of my near nudity, I
saw her tongue flick across her lips and wondered if it was
nervousness or excitement that made her do this, I would soon find
out.  Crossing the room to the drinks table I poured us both a good
stiff drink, my mother took the glass I held out to her and drained it
in one swift gulp, smiling I took the glass from her and put it on the
table, sipping my drink I looked at my mother in the full glare of the
living room light.  When my glass was empty I put it on the table and
crossed the room to the couch, my mother turned so that she was
constantly facing me, it was as though she was waiting for my next
command.

"You told me once" I said quietly "that one of the men over the back
was a peeping tom.  Does he still live in the same place and does he
still peep?"

"Yes and yes." she breathed.

"Which window in the house can he see most clearly?" I asked.

"The patio window," she breathed, "I saw him watching it last night."

Where I sat on the couch I couldn't be seen through the patio window,
smiling I asked my mother to peek through the curtains and see if she
could spot him peeping.

"He's there." she breathed, "His telescope is turning this way."

"Open the curtains." I said.

There was no hesitation in her movements, opening the curtains fully
she stood at the centre of the patio window and gave a quiet
commentary on the motion of the man's telescope.

"He's seen me." she breathed, "The telescope has stopped moving."

"Give him a show," I commanded "bring yourself to a climax."

"Yes Paul." she responded as she began to move her hands over her
body.

I sat back and watched my mother masturbate in front of the window, my
cock slowly rising as she probed her pussy and teased her nipples, by
the time she had climaxed I had an erection like none I'd had before. 
At my command my mother closed the curtains and turned to face me, I
signalled her to come closer and as soon as I could reach her I
stretched out a hand and stroked her pussy.

"Open your legs."  I said "Open them wide."

She did as I instructed and her pussy was fully exposed to my lustful
gaze, I ran a finger over her pink flesh until I reached her clit,
gently I rubbed her clit and mum groaned with pleasure.  Before long
she was gasping, hers knees trembled, but she held her position as I
brought her to a climax by playing with her clit.  My mother was still
shaking when I turned my attention to her hole, slowly I slid two
fingers into her; she bit back a cry and thrust down onto my hand as
another climax ran through her.  Watching her eyes for the first sign
of panic I finger fucked her until she had come twice more, only then
did I stand up and take off my underpants, she looked down at my
erection and her eyes glowed.  It was an amazing turn on to see my
mother lusting after my cock, it was even more amazing knowing that I
was in control of the situation, grinning I commanded her to lie down
and hold her legs to her shoulders, she assumed the position without
batting an eyelid.  For a moment I looked down at her exposed pussy
then I knelt and moved my tongue over the areas my fingers had so
recently been, her juices tasting like the finest wine as they
trickled onto my tongue, it wasn't long before she was gasping in
climax.  Kneeling up I moved closer to her, her eyes were locked on my
cock as it drew nearer to her pussy, if she were going to stop me now
was the time, but my cock touched her pussy without a protest from my
mother.  Made even more daring by this I pressed my cock to her hole
and felt it slip into her, sighing my mother squirmed then, at my
order, remained still as I penetrated her slowly so that I could
savour every moment.  With long, even strokes I began to fuck my
mother, in her eyes I could see nothing but lust and subservience, at
the knowledge that she was totally under my control I began to thrust
harder and faster until at last I felt the aching tension of my balls
explode and my seed flooded into her depths.  Beneath me my mother
writhed as I came inside her, her voice rising in a cry of wild
abandon as she had another orgasm, her eyes closed and her pussy
clenched around my cock, but she still held her legs at her shoulders
as I had instructed.  After a few more thrusts I pulled my glistening
cock from her and had her lick it clean, the thrill of watching and
feeling her tongue on my flesh sent a flush of ecstasy through me.

"Suck me off randy Candy." I laughed.

She grinned up at me and took my cock in her mouth, the sensation was
stunning; with steady movements my mother bobbed her head up and down,
her lips and tongue sliding on my erection as she sucked.  Once again
I felt the explosion of my seed rising to erupt in a hot stream of
stickiness into her mouth, gulping my mother swallowed the lot and
continued to suck on me.  Ordering her to stop I had her sit beside me
on the couch, putting an arm around her shoulders I cuddled her to me.

"Why are you letting me do this mum?" I asked.

For the first time that evening she hesitated, she looked down at the
floor and replied in a low voice.

"Didn't you like it?" she asked.

"I loved it." I laughed "But why did you do it?"

"Paul," she replied raising her head to look me in the eyes "I have a
need to be dominated if I want to get any satisfaction out of sex. 
Before your father came along I had any number of men friends, all of
them gave me what I needed for a while then became disgusted with me
and tossed me aside.  Then your father came along, he had the opposite
need, he had to be dominant and it was love at first fuck.  Part of
the reason that I withdrew so much after he died was the knowledge
that I was back to square one where sex was concerned and I didn't
want to go through that again.  Tonight, on the dance floor, you
seemed to take over, it turned me on; I couldn't do anything else but
submit to you.  Later, in the park, you became even more dominant and
I became even more randy, when you had me show my body to those boys I
nearly climaxed.  The reason the peeper is always watching the patio
window is that your father would have me bring myself off for him from
time to time, the humiliation always made my orgasm immense and
tonight was no different."

With a shock I realised that deep down inside I did feel the need to
dominate, I had obviously inherited this trait from my father and now
my own mother was ready to obey my every whim because of it, my cock
shot back to full erection as a result of this thought.  My mother
hadn't finished though, in a quiet voice she continued.

"Shortly before he died your father brought home a girl about your
age," mum sighed, "she was exactly like me, she could only get off if
she was totally dominated, humiliated and used.  I liked her, she
liked me, together we did everything your father told us to do, and
then he died.  She's in the same position I am in, either we somehow
find a man to dominate us or we end up being used once and tossed
aside.  I'd like to bring her here so that you can dominate her as
well."

My cock, already poker stiff, somehow got even harder at the idea of
dominating two women, lifting my mother onto my cock I fucked her as I
gave her an answer.

"Tomorrow you will ask her to move in with us," I breathed in her ear
"tonight I want you to fuck me in every position you know then bring
yourself off in front of the window again."

"Yes Paul." my mother sighed happily as she thrust down on my cock.

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