Chapter 2799 - @2

I was exhausted by the time I left my sister's place. Her sex drive was as great as Mom predicted. It was a relief to make it back home to get some sleep. Dad was already in bed by the time I returned. Mom anxiously waited on the couch, and before I could sit, she asked, "How'd it go today? I couldn't concentrate at work worrying whether you'd be successful."

"Mom, something happened when I met Mary today. We were interrupted when Dad brought home the woman that left the hairy evidence. It's Charlotte Wilson."

She gasped, "She's the last person I would have suspected. I've heard rumors about Cleopatra, but I didn't believe them."

I chuckled when she called her by her nickname. "Their presence threw off my whole disguise routine, and I had to identify myself to Mary, but she wasn't upset. She's happy she's broken away from Dad and wants to help however she can."

Mom looked distraught and instructed, "I'd like you to tell your dad you'll be staying at the house tomorrow. I don't want any more of his women brought here. Transfer the videos to a thumb drive and bring it with you when you meet me at the library. Vera wants to discuss my divorce."

Seeing my puzzled stare, she explained, "I don't want to use Mary's recording. Vera wants to view them so she can understand your father better. There are no secrets between us, and I trust her."

*****

Dad didn't respond when I told him I'd be home all day. After they left, I pocketed the storage device and took the bus to the library.

Mom led me to a private room where I finally met her friend, Vera. She was a frail, sixty-plus-year-old and did not look up to the task of a vigorous court battle. Once seated, she took command of the meeting. She rattled off a lot of legalese which was above my head.

Vera noticed my inattention and quipped, "Mike, I need you to remain home for the next few days. I want your father to leave tonight, and your mother can't be at your house alone. The evidence of his cheating isn't enough for a temporary order to force him, but hopefully, he'll agree to vacate. Once he's out, we can progress with the divorce. He has a lot of hidden assets, which will require time and money to discover. Your mother's request is for a fraction of his worth, so he'll be amiable to an arbitration hearing. Our aim is for an expedited separation. Can you stay and help her for the next few days? She's taking the next two weeks off."

Mom's pleading face was all it took. "Of course, whatever it takes." Not sure of how Mom would react, I added, "My sister wants to support Mom too and has agreed to do whatever it takes, including using her video."

Vera smiled and replied, "I'm confident we'll get through this without harming your sister or you. I'll let you know if I need anything else. You'll have to serve the papers to your dad tonight. I'll file today. Your mother will have them for you when she arrives home. Call me if you have any questions."

Adrenaline flowed through me with the daunting task of kicking my father out of his house. Various scenarios flashed before me. "What if he says no?" I argued to myself. As Vera stated, we had no legal right to eject him. Mary might be the only one to persuade him to leave.

Once I arrived home, I called my sister and told her I needed her to come over. Mom and Mary showed up at the same time. They were noticeably uncomfortable with each other's presence; the air was tense. Mom instructed us to remain in our rooms until after she broke the news to Dad.

It didn't take long after I heard Dad's car pull up until their yelling began. Once their loud discussion lowered, I exited and held the papers out for Dad. He angrily said, "You too? I don't have to accept those. Get out of here. This house is mine, and I'm not leaving. You can all go to hell."

"If you don't take them, we can mail them. It won't change the outcome. You've been cheating on Mom, and we don't want you to remain here," I firmly stated.

He grabbed the paperwork out of my hand and stood firm. We were at an impasse, and I wasn't sure how to continue. He held the advantage; he knew it. His demeanor immediately changed when he heard Mary say, "Dad, I want you to leave, too." She had quietly left her room and caught us by surprise.

His self-confident look evaporated from his face. He was lost for words, evaluating his options. He didn't know how much everyone knew and whether there might be legal repercussions from his affair with his daughter. Fortunately, he decided to relent and leave.

After packing two suitcases with clothes, he snarled, "You losers deserve each other. Megan, you can keep your crappy house. I'll buy one in a higher-class neighborhood where I'll be appreciated. Someone from the office will come over tomorrow to pick up the rest of my stuff."

Once his car peeled off, Mom turned to Mary and hugged her. "Thank you," Mom murmured, knowing her daughter had saved them from a distressing situation. Her expression turned cheerful, declaring, "My family deserves a celebratory feast."

After dinner, we watched TV until Mom's hectic day took its toll. She yawned, "I'm going to hit the sack. Good night."

Mary replied, "Good night, Mom. I'm going back to my apartment. If you need anything, give me a call."

When Mom was out of sight, Mary hugged me and kissed me gently.

I offered, "Do you want me to walk you home?" It was a short distance and a safe neighborhood, but I still didn't like her out this late alone.

She smirked and replied, "If you do, I won't allow you to escape my web. Neither one of us will get any sleep either. I want you to stay here and take care of Mom. You never know what Dad might do."

She was right. Once she left, I retired to my room. Noticing Mom's door open, I investigated and noticed she was reading in bed. "Mom, leave your door open, and I'll do the same. If you need or hear anything, call me. I installed a blank card in the camera, but it's turned off. Since he's gone, there's no reason to have it. I'll remove it whenever you give me the word."

"Okay, thanks again for everything. I couldn't have made it this far without you and Mary supporting me."

*****

Two hours after breakfast, a man showed up, introduced himself from the company, and methodically boxed up the items from a list Dad had composed. I chuckled as he gently placed the plaques and trophies my father had acquired from work in a padded box. They were the typical cheap, plastic crap companies hand out to their employees to motivate them. I found it hard to believe Dad was gullible enough to think they held any value.

Dad's aide was professional and personable, which prompted Mom and me to help him search for everything. When he was ready to leave, he confided, "Thanks for helping me. You're a nice family and deserve better. Good Luck."

One could only wonder what he did to get assigned to my asshole dad. It wasn't long after he left when Vera summoned us to meet her mid-afternoon.

Vera was happy with how things turned out. She spent the morning advancing the process. "Your Dad's attorney has already been in contact with me. He's one of your dad's firm's corporate lawyers and has no experience dealing with divorces. He'll be tough, but the fact that the company selected him is to our benefit."

"How can a sharp attorney be to our advantage?" Mom queried.

"After researching, I discovered your father has gone through several female assistants. They finally assigned him a male assistant, the man you encountered this morning. It would suggest that they've had to deal with prior inappropriate interactions with females. Companies tire of constantly sweeping affairs under the rug with their managers and generally appoint someone of the same sex to avoid problems. They assigned one of their business attorneys to your case to protect the company. Your father didn't care, because his narcissistic attitude has convinced him that he can handle the case without help."

"I'm still uncertain how a sharp lawyer on their side can help," Mom interjected.

"It's simple. We need the company's attorney to be on our side. We need to convince him that the divorce could become messy. Your father will be quickly thrown under the bus if it is apparent that bad publicity might surface from the hearing, resulting in losing some of their customer base."

"Okay, what do you want us to do next?"

Vera replied, "The Charlotte affair is our most powerful evidence, but the video alone won't be enough. It could hold no value if she denies everything and claims it was a harmless prank."

Looking directly at me, Vera stated, "If there's any way you can convince Charlotte to testify against your father, it would be helpful."

Why did she stare at me? Did she think I knew Cleopatra? Uneasily I answered, "Okay, we'll see what we can do."

For the remaining time, Mom outlined the terms she wanted in the settlement. Rush hour had started when we left, and the bus was standing room only. It offered me a chance to hold her tightly for the time it took to arrive at our bus stop.

During our meal, Mom changed our conversation to Vera's request. "You didn't comprehend Vera's intent when she requested your help, did you?"

Still not understanding, I replied, "No, she didn't make much sense. She acted like I knew Charlotte. I don't."

Mom smiled before stating, "Allow me to jog your memory. Vera knows everything we've done. She's aware of how we switched your sister to our side. We need Charlotte to cooperate, and the only avenue is to convince her there's someone better than your father."

My face reddened as it sunk in. Mom wanted me to fuck Mrs. Wilson to persuade her to testify against Dad. "Okay. I get it. Let me devise a plan."

For the rest of the evening, I ran through various scenarios on how to seduce Cleopatra. Remembering how Mom thoroughly researched my employers, I followed her lead and surfed any topics relating to their church. Feeling good at the information I garnered, I shut down and crawled into bed. My final act before falling asleep was relieving myself of visions of my sister's body and Cleo's face.

*****

Refreshed from a good night's sleep, I finalized my plan. I hoped the minister's wife would be horny enough to cooperate. I felt confident that if she fucked Dad so eagerly, she would be willing to hook up with me.

Mom wore a robe I had never seen before. My mind raced back to the nightie she was enamored with, as it was the same shade of light blue. It was shorter than her white one, exposing even more of her luscious thighs. The top gap was identical, drawing my gaze to her exposed breast flesh. I wondered how many short robes she owned. She wouldn't dare use them when Dad was present, so they must be decades old. Or maybe she had worn them while I was away at school.

When we finished eating, I waited for Mom to turn her back before exiting, so she wouldn't notice my tented robe.

On my way to my room, I yelled, "I'm going to make a call. Meet you in the living room."

When I called the minister's contact number, Mr. Wilson answered. I asked to speak to his wife, and when he hesitated, I added, "We're encountering some family distress, and I read that your wife is involved with family counseling. We aren't part of your congregation, but we've been considering various churches to see which one fits us best."

The only thing more important than saving souls was acquiring more tithes. He quickly replied, "Of course. We'd love to help. She's free this afternoon at one if that's good for you. Welcome to our family."

With the easy part completed, I gave him our names and address before hanging up.

Mom apprehensively waited for me in the living room, eavesdropping on my phone discussion. She knew from the conversation I was talking to someone at the church. "It's all set, Mom. She'll arrive at one, and I'll try to convince her. There is one other thing I need. Leave your blue robe on the chair by your makeup table."

Her puzzled look didn't stop her from giving a nod of acceptance. She knew better than to ask too many questions. "Great. How much time will you require to convince her?"

Her use of air quotes caused me to laugh. She wanted to know how long I would be fucking the minister's wife.

"I have no idea," I replied. "I'll send you an email the moment Charlotte leaves. You should take a walk and not be here during our encounter."

"It's a nice day. I'll go to the park and await your message."

We retired to our rooms to change our clothes. While we waited for Charlotte's arrival, we worked around the house. Thirty minutes before one, we decided it was time to prepare. On my way to my room, I told Mom she needed to take her walk.

Once in my room, I stripped before sliding on my briefest running shorts. Once hardened, my rod would easily slip out one of the loose leg holes. Throwing on a mesh tank top completed my outfit. Ten minutes before two, Mrs. Wilson pulled into our driveway. She knew the address since it was where she met Dad for their afternoon fuck-fests.

There was no sign of Mom when I went to open the door. Mrs. Wilson immediately scanned my scantily clad body, her eyes lingering on my hairy legs. There was no doubt she was a hot woman. Her silky, black hair framed her high cheekbones perfectly. Her conservative attire was in line with this type of meeting.

After we shook hands and introduced ourselves, I apologized, "Sorry, I was late from my run. I can change if you want."

"It's fine unless you're uncomfortable." She looked around in search of other people. She asked, "My husband told me it would be a family counseling session. Where are the others?"

"I'm sorry. I lied when I told the minister it was for a group. It concerns just me, and I was too embarrassed to discuss it with him. It's personal. I hoped you'd be able to help."

Her face brightened, and she cheerfully answered, "Not a problem. I don't get to help many men your age. Feel free to tell me anything. As First Lady of the church, I'm sworn to protect your privacy and won't share our conversation with anyone."

"Thank you. We'll have to go to my parent's bedroom to demonstrate my problem."

She didn't object and followed me to Mom's bedroom. I sat in a chair and pointed to the bed for her to sit on. Her skirt rose to her knees, revealing her shapely calves. When I spread my legs apart, her eyes traveled up my thighs to gaze into my leg opening. My ball sack had to be in plain view. She fidgeted uncomfortably, her eyes periodically checking out my groin.

"It's about my mom. Dad left us, and I'm uncomfortable being alone with her."

Her face turned serious, asking, "Has she harmed you since they separated? What is bothering you?"

"No, she hasn't done anything. It's how I relate to her. I love her very much. When Dad lived here, I was afraid to act on my emotions. Now that he's absent, I don't know whether I can control myself."

Her eyes glanced at my thighs again while crossing her legs. Clearing her throat, she asked, "It's an emotional time for both of you. It's natural for your love to grow for the remaining parent. Have you discussed your feelings with her?"

"I can't. Every time I get near Mom, I get tongue-tied. She's so beautiful. All I can think about is holding and kissing her."

"Demonstrating your affection for your mother isn't out of line as long as you don't give her an erotic kiss," she commented.

"I'm not sure whether my actions could be considered inappropriate. Would you mind if I show you so you can see if I'm out-of-bounds?"

Charlotte squirmed and uncrossed her legs. Observing her conflicted expression, it appeared she was contemplating kissing me. Better judgment overruled her indecent desires when she replied, "I'm sorry, physical contact isn't allowed by the church. Our counseling is verbal only. Any further treatment requires professional interaction."

With a saddened face, I pleaded, "I was trying to avoid making this a big deal and hoped you could help. I told Dad yesterday I wanted to talk to you about a personal problem, and he said you would assist me any way you could."

With a concerned look, she replied, "He did?"

"Yes, he told me if you couldn't help me, I should let him know. He sounded like he had some kind of influence on you."

Her facial expression displayed her uneasiness, while she anticipated what Dad might do. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to help you in your time of need. Move your chair closer, and show me how you'd like to kiss your mother."

Scooting near her, I slowly leaned in and lightly kissed her lips. Her eyes closed while we connected. Kissing her again but harder, I ran my tongue across her succulent lips. She didn't object, so I reached up and ran my fingers through her silky hair and scalp, continuing to kiss her. Holding the back of her head, I pulled her tightly and opened my mouth. When she reciprocated, my tongue battled hers. Her eyes shot open; air rushed from her nose.

Her panting increased, but she didn't try to pull back. After several minutes, I released her and asked, "Was my kiss too much? I was in control until I imagined it was her. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Catching her breath, she croaked, "Yes, kissing in this manner would be unsuitable for a parent and their child. If you concentrate on other people or non-intimate acts when kissing, you could better restrain yourself."

"That sounds like a good method. Thanks for helping me improve my interaction with my mother, but there's another problem I'd like to discuss with you. If you can work with me, Dad will be happy with the assistance you've provided."

She smiled, knowing her affair was still safe. "What else can I do for you? We're making great strides in dealing with your strained relationship."

"It's her legs. They're sexy - like yours. If I could touch your legs, my inappropriate desire to feel hers might be satisfied."

She didn't even attempt to talk me out of it. She guided my hands to her calves; her smile grew wide. My fingers glided across her smooth curved legs, resulting in my prick hardening. She stared at my bulge while I caressed her limbs.

Pulling back, I said, "It's not the same because she wears different clothes. It would more closely mirror my situation if you'd dress like her." My shaft filled with blood, pushing my tip past the confines of the leg hole.

Lust grew in her eyes when she witnessed the head of my manhood peeking at her. "Sure, let's be more realistic. Pick out what she wears, and I'll change."

As instructed, Mom had placed her blue robe on the nearby chair. I handed it to her and said, "She wears this in the morning and at night. It drives me nuts. She's braless, and the tops of her breasts are visible."

Her eyebrows elevated while she inspected the revealing garment on her way to change. She closed the bathroom door and reappeared minutes later. She wasn't going to wait long enough to come to her senses.

The robe was gapped wider, her nipples barely concealed. She confidently strode over and sat on the bed. Sexual passion consumed her; she didn't even try to hide her voluptuous body. I understood why Dad couldn't satisfy her, but it appeared the minister wasn't servicing her either. She was beyond horny and was ready to move past the counseling pretense.She assumed the same position, and my hands went to her bare knees. "You're beautiful, like my mother." She gasped when my fingers traveled up her firm thighs. Stopping at the hemline, I ran my hands back to her knees.

"Your legs are so smooth, unlike mine. Feel the difference." I guided her hands to my legs. She quickly ran her fingers along my hairy thigh. Her breathing rapidly increased while we caressed each other.

"Dad was right about your knowledge of family matters. He said you would use the transference method to help me."

Her excited state didn't allow her to formulate an answer, so I added, "You know how it works. With you acting like my mother, my infatuation for Mom will transfer to you. Once complete, we can progress onto a permanent solution."

She stuttered, "Yes, you're right. Think of me as your mother. I'll try to do the same. We'll work you through this."

"Thanks, Mom. Can we practice kissing again?"

Charlotte's hands gripped my thighs while moving her face to mine. Her mouth opened, her tongue fighting mine. My aroused organ poked out several more inches, my fat head throbbing and filling with hot blood. Moving one of my hands into her robe, I cupped her breast. She jerked, and one of her hands quickly held my wrist. Why did she stop me? Did she have second thoughts?

Using my other hand, I pulled hers to my exposed cock. Charlotte's fingers encircled it directly below my flared head and squeezed. My hand freely roamed over her meaty mound while she held my tip. My other hand pulled the robe off her shoulders, revealing her beautiful breasts.

She panted and croaked, "I bet you dream of sucking your mother's milk like you did as a baby. Do you want to nurse from your mommy?"

Wasting no time, I lowered my mouth to her nearest areola and latched onto the hard tip. She arched her back and pulled my head tightly to her succulent flesh. "A hungry son needs to feed from his mother. Suck my tits."

Her hand snaked into the opening of my shorts, tracing her fingertips along the entire length of my prick. Every few strokes, she'd clamp onto my head and twist it. I lightly bit her nipple and squeezed her other tip with my free hand causing her to moan in pleasure. Her breasts heaved with excitement; her body squirmed, desiring more.

She fell back, pulling me with her. Her hand released my cock and pushed my shorts off. While I sucked her mounds, I ran my hand across her flat stomach and under her panties. Quickly finding her moist slot, I poked three fingers into her channel. She was wet and hot, ready for the meaty prick hovering near her aching pussy.

While my fingers played with her sticky crevice, she pulled off her panties. Once removed, her arms wrapped around my back and pulled me forward. "You've sucked long enough, dear. Kiss Mommy."

Removing my hand from her pelvis, I inched forward. One of her hands gripped my cock-head and fed it between her puffy lips. Holding her shoulders, we kissed like lovers. Her legs widened, pulling me into her wet slit. When lodged behind her outer labia, she moved her hand to my ass cheek. She hoarsely croaked, "Would you be a good son and ram your hard prick deep into your horny mom's pussy?"

My hips lurched, envisioning Mom beneath me. When several inches of hard cock slid into her sheath, she groaned into my mouth. My engorged head plowed through her clinging channel resulting in hot fluid coating my shaft. Before I hit bottom, her hips bumped up, pulling me into her the rest of the way.

Her slot wasn't as tight as Mary's, but she knew how to twist and turn to increase the contact of our genitalia. After I pulled out to her entrance, I slammed back in, causing her to lose her breath. She cut off our kiss to breathe in deeply. I didn't give her a chance to recover, pounding her pussy as hard as I had any woman. Her body begged for a hard fuck, and I would do my best to satisfy her.

Panting rapidly, she cried, "Fuck your mommy! You've always wanted to. Make your mother cum!"

We kissed again, while I sawed in and out of her sodden slot. We fucked way longer than usual. Mary would have enjoyed multiple orgasms by now. I concentrated on other topics in an attempt to stave off my eruption. Her body continued to thrash around as her panting and groaning increased. I took my mouth off hers and pressed my head next to hers to keep from getting too stimulated.

My balls tingled which warned me of an impending eruption. Nibbling Charlotte's ear, I whispered, "Mom, you're so fucking hot, and your pussy is driving my cock crazy. You're going to get blasted with your son's sperm. Fuck me back, Mom!"

Her body went into hyper-drive, wrapping her strong legs around mine, pulling me hard. Her back arched, while she flexed her hips to slam against my groin. Another ten thrusts, and my shaft thickened, hot cum flowing up its stem. When the first blast coated her insides, she screamed while experiencing her own orgasm.

She squeezed my plunging cock, draining my balls of every ounce of cum. Her heavy breathing and groans muffled the sounds of our groins slamming together. She made up for the time it took to achieve her climax, contracting at least a dozen times. Pride flowed through me from successfully bringing her sexual satisfaction.

She lowered her body to the bed and unfolded her legs. I rolled to her side, and she immediately turned to me and kissed me. She praised, "I'm a believer again. I've found a cock that can satisfy me. Thank the Lord!"

We both laughed while recovering from the strenuous workout. We gently stroked and caressed each other for the next ten minutes. With a serious look, Charlotte stated, "Hopefully, your dad will receive a good report from you."

I giggled, "Not really. I haven't talked to that asshole since kicking him out. Hopefully, I'll never have to discuss anything with him again."

She was genuinely surprised. She yelped, "You made it up so you could seduce me? I'm not sure if I should be flattered or hurt. Is bagging a minister's wife some kind of a trophy?"

"It was more like wanting to make love to one of the most beautiful women on the planet, Cleopatra."

She giggled, "People still call me that? That's funny. Rumors are that she fucked hundreds of her followers, so I have a reputation to uphold."

Switching to a serious tone, I confessed, "I installed a camera in Mom's closet because she suspected Dad was cheating. When I viewed the recording of your affair, I couldn't stop fantasizing about making love with you. You are a stunningly beautiful woman and a passionate lover. Your husband is one lucky minister."

She grimaced, admitting, "We don't have sex anymore because he's too busy servicing his congregation. Many of the old, rich Elders of the church have horny wives who aren't getting any action from their husbands. He satisfies them to rake in the big tributes. He sure wouldn't be able to survive on his sermons."

She ran her hand down to her pussy and brought back a glob of sticky sperm. After licking her fingers, she exclaimed, "You filled me up with cum. I'm going to have to buy a Morning-After pill."

Cupping her breast, I kneaded her pliant flesh and asked, "Wouldn't the minister disapprove of ending a pregnancy?"

"Like any good pro-lifer, those rules are for others. Maybe I'll surprise the good minister and bring another parishioner into the fold," she laughed. "On another note, I'm glad to hear your mother left your father. He's such a rotten fuck, and she deserves to be with someone more caring."

My fingertips tweaked her nipple, hesitating to request my favor. Her tip filled with blood and enlarged while she moaned from my attention. Boldly, I asked, "Speaking of Mom's predicament, would you be willing to testify in divorce court?"

She smiled and replied, "No problem at all. I'm done with your father anyway. As they say, I'm upgrading." She wrapped her fingers around my semi-hard cock and squeezed.

"If your affair with Dad surfaces, won't it affect your relationship with your husband?" I asked, genuinely concerned for her future.

She chuckled, "It'd improve it. Ministers benefit from a family tragedy. More special sermons, support groups, and maybe even a new horny wife to console him. Sinful activities result in profits in religion."

Pushing me flat on my back, she rolled on top, squashing her full breasts into my chest. Her look of lust and desire made it clear that she hadn't finished with me. She kissed me and chirped, "I'll give you something else for your mother's case if we can agree on a quid pro quo."

"How can anyone say no to the Queen of Egypt?"

She giggled and asked, "Do you know my favorite position?"

I recalled how she pushed Dad onto the bed. "Cowgirl?"

She smiled. "My, you're an astute young man. Do you know why?"

Sarah raved about this all the time. I knew exactly the reasons. "The man lasts longer, and the woman can more easily achieve an orgasm."

Rising, she sat on my legs while stroking me to hardness. "You passed with flying colors. I know you previously had a rough time bringing me to climax, but I'm going to have multiple now on your wonderful prick."

When she rose to impale me, I saw her mound and couldn't help but laugh. Her trimmed, thick, pubic hair resembled a Christian cross.

She stopped, saw me staring, and flexed her pelvis to present a better look. "Do you like my symbol of reverence for my faith?"

"It's perfect, but I like what's behind it even better. How about allowing my holy lance to spear your sacred cross?"

She held the base of my shaft while lowering her cum-filled slot onto my cock, parting her velvety walls. She gripped my ribs, fucking my cock at her own pace. I wanted to last, so I allowed her to do all the work. Finding the perfect angle to scrape my cock against her sensitive walls, she rapidly humped while maintaining constant contact. She kept her eyes locked on mine. Her tits sexily jiggled, and a dozen rounds later, her face scrunched up. Her pussy contracted on my cock, releasing a stream of cum.

Her eyes glazed over, enjoying her ride through her orgasm. She finally rested, her leaking slot soaking my pubic hair, her pussy crammed full of hard cock. After a few minutes, her cunny clinched, and she began humping again. It was a slower pace, taking time to enjoy our coupling. "You see how easy it is when I'm in control? Who knows better how to please a woman than herself?"

How could I argue against her performance? "You sure make it look easy. Although, you did exercise more the first time. Your body continuously moved, and if I didn't know any better, I'd say you enjoyed the ride more, even if it took longer."

Without slowing her bouncing hips, she kissed me. "You're right. My orgasms were stronger and longer with you on top. This Cleopatra wants nothing more than to be your indentured servant."

Cupping her full breasts, I squeezed and mauled her melons while she kissed me. This position was perfect for enjoying her luscious body. Pulling and twisting her nipples brought a long groan from her. She found the desired angle when my large, flared head scraped across her g-spot. It became rougher with each pass, her pussy releasing soothing, slick fluid.

Unable to keep her mouth on mine, she released me and screamed. "Fuck your queen and make me your sex slave."

I humped up on her downstrokes, causing her knees to bounce off the bed. Her tongue fucked my mouth, and her eyes widened, her orgasm overwhelming her. Three convulsions later, my prick expanded, causing her pussy to contract again. My cock pulsed, and whatever cum was left flooded her cavern.

She collapsed on top of my body, spent and sexually satisfied. I stroked her sweaty back, while it rose and fell with her deep breaths. She was the first to speak. "Next time, we do cowgirl first to take the edge off before we enjoy a nice, long fuck."

"Does this mean we haven't finished our family therapy?" I hopefully replied.

"Didn't your Dad explain everything? Transference lasts less than three days. After that, you'll lust after your mother again. I'll need to schedule frequent appointments to continue your treatment," she giggled. "Give me your email, and we'll keep in touch. When I arrive home, I'll honor my end of the bargain."

I rested in Mom's bed and admired Charlotte's sexy body while she dressed. After a lengthy parting kiss, she left me alone with fond memories of our coupling. After throwing on my clothes, I grabbed the blue robe and looked for a place to store it when I noticed the closet door was partially open. Wasn't it closed before? I was so horny I didn't pay close attention after Charlotte arrived. Opening the door wider, I noticed the red light flashing on the camera. Mom must have turned it on at some point and forgotten about it. Switching it off, I removed the memory card. I was about to leave when I noticed a pair of Mom's undies on top of her hamper.

Snatching her silky panties, I deeply inhaled her scent and discovered they were freshly soaked with cum. She must have relieved herself this morning. These would come in handy later tonight. Closing the door, I made my way to my room. After sticking the card into the reader and stashing her panties, I emailed Mom, informing her I had finished.

Before I could view the recording, the front door opened and closed. Adrenaline flowed through me, fearing that Dad might have returned. I dashed out of my room and collided with Mom. She shrieked; I reached out and held her to prevent her from falling. We both laughed while I stuttered, "You surprised me. I thought it'd take you longer to return home."

She explained, "I was on my way back when I saw her car departing and assumed you finished. Were you successful?"

"She'll testify and will help you any way she can."

"Wow! I can't wait to tell Vera. Was it a tough sell? I feared she would balk, tied to the church and all."

"She was reluctant but loosened up after some discussion. Everyone associated with Dad sympathizes with your situation and wants to help. When you talk to Vera, tell her I'll send her some additional information later."

"Great. With everything in place, Vera should be able to start the ball rolling. I can't wait to end this." said Mom, elated with the outcome.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. After my shower, I checked my emails. A tinge of excitement flowed through me when I saw one of them was from the firm I was seeking employment. Quickly reading through it, I involuntarily hooted with excitement. They accepted my proposal and scheduled my indoctrination a month out. My luck was at an all-time high. I ran to the living room to find it empty.

Mom emerged from her room, draped in her white robe. She asked, "What's going on? I heard you scream."

"They accepted my offer. My start date is in four weeks. From now on, I'll be helping with the expenses."

She smiled and hugged me tightly. The absence of a bra became evident when her meaty breasts pressed into me. She wormed her body close enough that she must have noticed my manhood awaken.

"I didn't even bother to check its location during my research," she lamented. "Will it be a long commute?"

After reciting the address, she exclaimed, "It's only a mile further than the library. We can ride the bus together and meet for lunch. At least until you move out on your own."

"It'll be fun," I quipped. "It might take some time before I'm financially stable enough to leave. I want to save up for a car and clear my debts first. I can chip in for food and board." Smiling, I jested, "I'll move sooner if you start inviting men over when you're a single woman again. I don't want to make it uncomfortable for you."

She giggled and lightly pecked me on my lips. "You're the only man allowed in this house. Stay as long as you like. I make enough to cover everything so you can concentrate on your goals."

We snuggled together on the couch for the rest of the evening. After a goodnight hug and light kiss, I retired to my room; I was more than ready to use Mom's fresh panties. Opening up my messages, I found two emails. Mary was eager to hear how everything was progressing, so I updated her.

The other email was from Charlotte. It listed descriptions of her husband's extracurricular activities followed by the names of the Elder's wives involved. I wasn't sure whether this information would prove beneficial, but I forwarded it to Vera as promised. I explained that Charlotte had consented to testify if needed. Additionally, I expressed my desire that she not be harmed in the process.

The flashing video icon caught my eye. I recalled that I had inserted the memory card. I thought it'd be exciting to review my performance, witnessing Charlotte's reactions throughout our mating. When it neared the end with our faces locked together, the camera view swung to the side and remained. Someone had opened the door and had to leave it ajar, so they could escape without being captured on the video. It had to be Mom.

No wonder she'd returned to the house so quickly. She was in the closet throughout our entire performance. I thought back to when Charlotte and I acted out the mom-son scenario. Mom gave no hint she was disgusted with me, so she must have believed it was the only way for me to seduce the minister's wife.

Lying on my bed, I pulled out Mom's panties. When I thought about it, I remembered the crotch was freshly soiled when I first picked them up. Holding them to my nose, I breathed in Mom's aroma while stroking my erection. Mom had experienced an orgasm while watching her son fuck Cleopatra. That set my mind at ease. Her arousal meant she wasn't appalled with our fantasy fuck. Flashing through all the recent events, my cock finally erupted. After a long and strenuous day, I fell into a deep sleep.

*****

The next day dragged on while we waited to hear from Vera. During lunch, my phone chirped and notified me of a message from Mary. When I didn't open it, Mom asked, "Who was it? Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"It's Mary, probably wanting an update on how you're doing. I can answer her later."

"Nonsense. Read it. Your sister might need something."

Quickly scanning her note, I smiled when it became clear she needed me, and it wasn't for idle conversation. Mary was off for the afternoon and wanted to spend it with me. "She's off work and wants to know what we're doing. She's bored and wants to be around family."

Mom paused and answered, "I want to do some cleaning this afternoon. Go to her apartment and go out with her. I'll have a nice dinner for you when you return."

She knew we would spend the afternoon in bed. It was her silent approval of our incestuous relationship. She shooed me off; Mary was ecstatic when I arrived. She was ravenous and made up for the time we were apart.

Disclosing my rendezvous with Charlotte to Mary, her reaction was not what I expected. Instead of jealousy, she climaxed several times during our sex session while I relayed every detail. We showered together again before I returned home so Mom wouldn't have to smell our sexual stench.

*****

After dinner, Mom's phone beeped. "Oh, it's Vera. Let me read what she has to say."

It must have been a lengthy note as she took some time to scroll through it. "I can't believe it. She's already set up a mediator for tomorrow. Your dad's attorney wants to rush the process to finalize it. I'm sure they're going for a quick victory. They know we haven't had enough time to discover his assets. His firm expedited the process through their connections to the court."

"That does seem quick. Everything I've read indicates it takes months for a marriage with considerable assets, even if the children are adults."

She frowned; I became concerned she was losing faith in her friend. "Mom, it'll be alright. I'll be able to support you if the settlement goes wrong. Let Vera do the best she can," I reassured her.Mom's body was tense while we rode the bus to the meeting. Before we left home, I emailed Mary and told her to wait in the nearby coffee shop in the event we would require her assistance.

Vera was surprisingly happy when we arrived. She briefed us on how everything would proceed and added, "You can't believe how much Charlotte helped. Don't be alarmed when I replay segments of the videos during the proceedings. I'll make sure no information goes any further. No harm will come to any of you. It'll be a smooth process since your mother is not greedy and asking for less than the state would normally dictate."

Vera ushered us into the conference room, where we sat on the opposite side of Dad's team. The mediator was seated at the head of the table and welcomed everyone. The first item was for everyone to introduce themselves. Dad's corporate lawyer, Victor, started the process. He announced his position with an air of authority. He wanted everyone to know he was a skilled and competent attorney.

Moving clockwise around the table, we stated our name and relationship to the case. After introductions, the mediator assumed control. He recited the instructions and procedures in great detail, allowing for questions after each point.

Impatiently, Dad angrily asked, "Why is my boy here? It's between Megan and me."

Vera sprang to my defense. "I asked him to be present to support his mother. He's an adult - it's not unusual in this type of process." Dad's lawyer and the mediator nodded in agreement; Dad reluctantly let it go.

The process resumed with the attorneys arguing back and forth with their demands. It surprised me how little Mom wanted: her retirement, the house, and three hundred thousand. Dad had to have many times that amount socked away in stocks and hidden in offshore accounts. It didn't matter to him that the offer was unbalanced in his favor. He had to prove his dominance and crush his rebellious wife.

They haggled until they reached an impasse. Dad insisted Mom only receive the house and her retirement. The cash was off the table for him.

Vera turned her laptop to Dad and his attorney before replaying the video of him and Charlotte.

Partway in, she said, "We have proof you've been unfaithful to your wife. You're the reason for the divorce, not her." Knowing they'd seen enough, she turned it off.

Dad argued, "You can't use that for evidence. I didn't consent to it. I don't know how you obtained it, but this stunt won't hold up in court."

Vera replied, "The recording took place in her home. She was afraid of a burglar since there were signs someone had entered your bedroom."

Victor looked confident and couldn't wait to interject. "My client has a right to believe his bedroom is private. That video would be inadmissible."

Vera and Victor looked at the mediator; he knew they expected his opinion. "Both of you have good points, and it would ultimately be the judge's decision. I would throw it out, but it's only my opinion."

The setback didn't phase Vera. I was surprised, as it appeared to be a solid blow to her case. She continued, "We can't use the video, but she has offered to testify of his infidelity."

Dad quickly replied, "Her word against mine, and she has a reputation. She's slept around before."

Another deflection; Vera still exuded confidence. "You're right. An important person like yourself will carry more credence in testimony. I do have another item to disclose. The online service that stores our videos has been hacked. There is a possibility they'll be released."

Victor retorted, "You're treading on the verge of blackmail. I'll need the name of the company."

Dad didn't flinch, replying, "I don't care. We were horsing around and rehearsing a scene for the church. It's still my word against hers." He was winning and confidently beamed with satisfaction. He came out on top on every point. It looked like Vera might not have been the best choice for an attorney.

Vera didn't hesitate and noted, "Charlotte stated if she has to testify, she'll divulge her husband's affairs to justify her actions. Some of the women are wives of the Elders. We'll need to notify them as we wouldn't want them blindsided by the news. I've printed a copy for you."

Dad took it out of her hands and threw it to the side. Victor picked it up, and while he scanned the names, Dad ranted, "I don't care about anyone at some dumb church. Do what you have to. We're finished."

Victor's face turned ashen white, whispering into Dad's ear. Victor looked at the mediator and requested, "Can we take a ten-minute break? We need to discuss something privately."

"Your dime. Take all the time you want." The mediator looked happy. It appeared the meeting was nearing a conclusion.

After Vera escorted us to a secluded room, she explained, "The list Charlotte gave you was pure gold. Several of the husbands are prominent people in your dad's firm. Victor recognized them immediately. It would not go well for him if that list gets out. He's on our side now and will do anything to shield the company. That was his primary duty, and his priority has shifted from your father. His entire focus will be on protecting his superiors. It should be easier now, but if not, I'm ready."

My respect for Vera elevated after witnessing her manipulate Victor and Dad. When we reconvened, Dad had abandoned his arrogant, boasting attitude. Victor kept a close eye on Dad as he conceded, "I've decided to be the more generous partner and agree to a better outcome. I'll award you half of the cash you requested."

Victor's face hardened; Dad wasn't following their arranged script. Clearly, Victor wanted him to agree to all terms and expeditiously end the process. Vera didn't flinch; she faced the screen toward them again. "There's one more video that might leak out that I need to disclose."

It was a video of Mary entering the room. Before Dad appeared, the screen froze. "Damn laptop," Vera said, exasperated. "It's so old and outdated. It stops way too often." She turned it around and acted like she was fixing it.

Victor's confused look revealed he wasn't aware of Mary's identity. Dad did and looked worried. Without talking to Victor, he turned to the mediator and asked, "Can we take another half-hour break? I need to consult with someone."

On the way to our room, I said, "You two go ahead. I need to see someone."

When I arrived at the coffee shop to meet Mary, her attention was on her phone. I sat across from her and asked, "Dad, right?"

She handed me the phone.

Pumpkin,

I regret being harsh with you earlier. I'd like to make it up to you by helping with your rent and a few outfits. Megan is dragging your name through the mud at our hearing. To protect you, I'll need you to explain that you initiated our relationship and I was the victim.

Your loving Daddy

She chuckled when I finished reading it. I explained, "Vera has him on the ropes. She's ready to close, and you're his last hope. It looks like you have to save Mom again. Want me to help answer his note?"

"Nope." She grabbed the phone and quickly swipe-typed a message far faster than I'd be able to. She faced it to me and said, "Here's the first part."

Daddy,

You've always told me to be truthful in life, so I have no choice. I'll have to describe that when I was drunk and depressed, you stripped and raped me. After that, I feared for my safety and allowed you to continue.

Mary

I smiled and confirmed, "Excellent. That should make dear old dad think twice. He'll be afraid of more than losing money."

She snatched it back and snarled, "He's not getting off that easy. Call me a slutty cunt, will he?"

Finishing her note, she handed her phone back to me to read.

Don't worry too much about it, Daddy. No one would consider our actions as intercourse. You ejaculate so fast that no woman would count that as sex. It'd be hard to convict an impotent male of a sex act.

She nailed it. With a grin of approval, I handed it back to her. She quickly hit the send button and kissed me. "Good luck to you and Mom. Work called, and they need me to fill in. Let me know how it goes."

When I returned, Mom and Vera stood outside the meeting room. I gleefully informed them, "Dad will be a lot more cooperative. Mary has come to our aid again."

It was clear Dad was beaten when he entered. He had lost his trophy wife he enjoyed showing off to his buddies. If the knowledge of his incestuous affair with his daughter and his poor sexual performance leaked, he would be cast aside from his social circle. His only option was to follow the corporate rules when disaster strikes: take the hit, cover up, and move on.

Victor's stern look signaled that he didn't want Dad to repeat his cowboy performance. Dad softly acquiesced, "Megan, I agree to all terms." That was short, but there wasn't anything more he could say. Vera grinned, knowing she had championed him. Unwilling to let him off easy, she demanded, "Hand over your FOB."

Dad was confused and asked, "What?"

Vera demanded, "The Lexus. It's Megan's now. She deserves it after you denied her a car for years."

That was another blow to him. He loved his car. After ten seconds, Vera added, "If you wait any longer, I'll add my fees to the settlement."

The mediator and Victor grinned when Dad quickly pulled out his FOB and handed it to Vera. Everyone in the room knew Dad was an asshole, except for him.

"Have your assistant bring the other one to Megan's house and any transfer paperwork tomorrow," she commanded. "He can pick up any of your personal effects left in it."

Victor looked pleased with the outcome. He had protected his firm and watched someone he despised get a thorough screwing. He stood and announced, "Vera and I can iron out the details. We'll collect signatures later. The rest of you can leave. Thanks for negotiating in good faith and avoiding a lengthy court battle."

Dad didn't acknowledge anything, staring blankly at the table. His primary concern was how to keep Victor from divulging any of his embarrassing information. He had seen plenty of confidential leaks out of the firm's legal department.

After locating the car, Mom handed me the FOB. "You'll pass by the library for our commute, so you'll drive most of the time. You might as well get used to it."

*****

We were both mentally exhausted when we arrived home. We ate a light lunch and relaxed for the rest of the afternoon. Remembering the gift I bought, it seemed like the right time to present it. Mom curiously looked at the box when I sat beside her on the couch. "What is it?" she asked.

"It's a gift to celebrate your divorce. I hope you like it."

"You shouldn't have," she gushed. Untying the ribbon, she lifted the top off. Her face brightened when she pulled out the blue baby doll she had admired at the mall. "I can't believe you remembered I swooned over this."

"You did say you wanted it for when you're free of Dad."

Her fingers ran through the thin material, holding it up. "It's so sheer. It's a shame I can't model it for you. Thank you so much." She hugged me and beamed, "Let's celebrate and dine at a fancy restaurant tonight, my treat."

"Sure, give me a minute to change."

I threw on the clothes she had picked for my job interview and joined her in the living room. She looked more radiant and sexier than ever when she appeared in a short skirt and tight-fitting blouse. Her transformation into a hot divorcee had begun.

After I locked the front door and pulled out the FOB to open the car, she pleaded, "Nope, let's take the bus. I want to celebrate and have some wine. We're hoofing it."

There were open seats on the bus, but Mom insisted on standing. Did she fear her short skirt would rise uncomfortably high? We received plenty of leering looks as it was. When we exited the bus at the mall, we walked the remaining three blocks before arriving at the restaurant.

She was like a new person, laughing and flirting while dining. She consumed three glasses of wine to my one. When we were ready to leave, Mom unsteadily wavered. She wasn't used to heavy drinking.

After she paid the tab, she kept glancing at her phone. After five more minutes, it got the best of me. "Mom, what is so interesting? We need to get back to the bus before the final run."

"Bus? Not this late. Your mother may be old and feeble-minded, but I know better than to use public transportation late at night. I called for a Lyft, and he just pulled up to the front. Let's go."

After we crawled into the back seat, she promptly leaned against me. She was more than a little tipsy. To steady herself, she gripped my thigh with her hand. Seizing the opportunity, I wrapped my arm around her and held her tightly. She sighed and pressed closer. Her breasts brushed against my sides with every bump in the road. All too soon, we arrived home.

Once in the house, Mom stopped to hug me. "Thank you for a wonderful evening. I can't remember the last time I had so much fun. You're the perfect gentleman."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's time to take our showers and relax."

She slurred, "Good idea. I'll bring us a glass of wine to finish off the evening. Wait for me on the couch."

While showering, I had doubts Mom would emerge from her room, because of the extent of her inebriated state. After ten minutes of resting on the couch, I heard wine pouring into two glasses. The shower most likely sobered her up somewhat.

My breathing stopped when I looked at her, veiled in her new nightie. Brooke had done a perfect job in the modifications. The top was tight and stretched across her smooth flesh. Mom's bare, hard, pointy tips proudly poked against the thin material. Most of her luscious legs were visible. When my eyes finally made it to hers, I gazed at her sexy smile. She cooed, "Do you like it? I think it's a good fit."

"It's beautiful, as you are. Trust me. You won't have trouble attracting men when you wear it."

She set our glasses on the coffee table and sat beside me. Lifting her wine for a toast, she proclaimed, "Here's to our future." We clinked the stemware together and drank several gulps. Carefully placing her glass on the table, she rested against me and cooed, "There's only one man I want to attract. He's right here."

Her hand gripped my thigh, sensually stroking my hairy leg. She rested her head against my neck, smothering my face with her hair. The strong scent of chocolate hit my senses. I couldn't recall if I had previously smelled this fragrance from her. Bowing my head to hers, I inhaled deeply. It was her shampoo.

I giggled, wondering whether Mom had accidentally dropped a Snickers bar in her hair since she was so drunk. "Mom, your hair smells like chocolate. Is it a new shampoo?"

She twisted to face me. My eyes darted to her hard nipples, poking out the thin fabric. After leering longer than appropriate, my eyes drifted to her lovely face. Her sexy grin acknowledged my interest in her jutting tips. She slurred, "It's new. Do you like it? I thought dark chocolate would pair well with my brown eyes." Running her tongue across her lips, she added, "Don't you like my brown assets?"

I focused my attention on her beautiful eyes. Inhaling deeply, she expanded her chest, resulting in her dark-brown nipples pushing out the thin material. She croaked, "Remember when you used to crave chocolate kisses? Do you still like them?"

My eyes lowered and lewdly stared at the puffy, engorged buds sitting on the tops of her breasts. My cock turned rock-hard. Was she offering her tits to me? I wanted nothing more than to suck her tasty nubs. Her body wobbled, and I feared she might fall over. Who was I kidding? She was drunk and didn't know what she was doing.

Without acknowledging her lucid display, I replied, "They're still my favorite candy. The shampoo fragrance was the perfect choice to accent your delicious, desirable features."

She smiled, turned, and resumed resting on me. Her hand remained on my thigh, while her fingers played with my leg hair. Softly, she whispered, "Mike, I won't object if you want to go over to Mary's tonight. She'll be lonely, and I'm sure you could relieve both of your stress levels. I'll be fine, staying here alone."

Wrapping my arm around her, I pulled her close. My fingers were directly below her thinly covered breasts and pressed into her soft flesh. Her breathing rate increased while holding her tightly. "Mom, there is no other person I'd rather be with tonight. I'm not leaving you on your night of celebration."

She squeezed my thigh; her body relaxed against mine. I gently stroked her side while admiring her partially exposed body. Her breathing deepened and slowed when she drifted off. My fingers crept higher, traveling across the silky material. The side of my hand pushed against the rounded bottom of her mound. I contemplated reaching up and holding her breast, but it felt deceitful. I ceased movement and allowed her to sleep in peace.

After twenty minutes of our intimate union, she stirred and sat up. My eyes glued onto her barely concealed tits inches away. Rising off the couch, she held her arms out for a hug.

While I held her to keep her from falling over, her glassy eyes focused on my lips. She pulled me close and pressed her mouth against mine. We kissed as lovers for the first time. Releasing me, she purred, "You've been such a good son through all of this. I owe so much to Charlotte, Mary, and you."

Without answering, I pulled her in for another kiss. Her mouth was open and ready to receive her son's affection. Our tongues battled while her hands snaked into my robe and gripped my ribs. While I stared into her eyes, my hands explored higher and cupped her full breasts. Her eyes didn't alter, and I wondered if she was conscious enough to be aware of my inappropriate action.

Her boobs were firmer than I imagined. Even though I knew it was wrong to take advantage of her, I couldn't control myself and kneaded her magnificent globes. My prick turned steel-hard from gently squeezing her mounds for the first time. The silky material effortlessly slid across her flesh as my hands caressed her covered breasts. When her tongue receded, she pulled her lips off of mine. I ceased groping and held her steady.

Her blurry eyes reflected her intoxicated state. She croaked, "Sweetie, I'm exhausted. Can you take me to bed?"

Those were words that I'd wanted to hear for a long time, although I knew she didn't share my improper intentions. Reluctantly releasing her breasts, my arm wrapped around her waist to assist her to her bedroom. Once she was flat on her back, I ogled her thinly-clad body. Mom's deep, steady breathing interrupted my gaze. She was fast asleep or passed out. Either way meant the end of fun for me. I had no desire to take advantage of my unconscious mother.

Covering her, I kissed her gently and left for my room. Before I could relieve my aching prick, I fell into a deep sleep.

*****

Awakening early after my restful night, I brewed up a pot of coffee and patiently waited for Mom to wake up. Even with a hangover, she looked incredibly sexy. Rising out of my chair, I waited for her to sit. After helping her move closer to the table, she immediately sipped on my coffee. Without asking her what she wanted, I prepared her favorite breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast.

She slowly ate and drank a full cup of coffee, before she recovered enough to speak. "That was some night. I haven't consumed that much wine for years, maybe decades. I hope I didn't embarrass you. All the events after the restaurant are a blur."

I heaved a sigh of relief; she hadn't remembered our groping session the previous night. I quickly determined there was no need to burden her with those details. I figured a short description would be the best solution. "We took Lyft home and went to bed soon after. You deserved it after your big victory. We can relax today and rejuvenate." I said, nothing more. It looked like we were back to our normal relationship.Mom showered after eating, allowing me time to clean the kitchen. She looked refreshed and in much better shape than when she had earlier emerged. She sat on the couch and surfed on her phone, while I went to change.

When I returned, she was elated and explained, "I received an email from Vera. She and Victor have become friends and have worked out all the details civilly. Your dad was so frightened the damaging information would get leaked that Victor assured him it would be buried with the condition that he'd pay Vera's expenses of twenty thousand. Your father didn't object and agreed to everything. He has already signed the papers. The divorce won't finalize for several more months, but the terms are locked in and won't be changed. I'm essentially an unattached woman again."

"Some words of advice then, Mom. Don't drink heavily on your dates," I joshed.

"Wine will be out for a while," Mom lamented. "Hangovers aren't that much fun. It was a turning point in my life, but I might have celebrated a little too much."

We lounged around for a few hours and ate a light lunch. Mom was her cheery self again when we finished our second meal of the day. After clearing the table, I said, "Mom, I need to fill out some online forms for the company."

"Perfect. I'll swing by the library and meet with Vera to sign the settlement agreements. See you in a few hours."

"Do you want to take the car?"

"No, your father's assistant will want to remove some items. It's a nice day for a walk."

An hour after she left, Dad's aide showed up with the other FOB and paperwork for the car. He was in a good mood, admitting it gave him a laugh when Dad told him he 'lost' his car. After retrieving Dad's effects, he drove off, leaving me to complete my forms.

Once I had finally completed my work, I looked forward to a chance to relieve myself from last night's erotic episode with Mom. Before I could start, an email notification popped up, and I could see it was from Mary. My thoughts filled with visions of her nude body. She confirmed her horny condition in her message.

Mikey,

Mom called to check up on me. She said the process at Vera's will hold her up until five. She also told me you were waiting for her at home. I'm off and want to play a game with you. Are you up for it?

Mary

It was perfect timing. Failing to relieve myself from Mom's drunken display, I had a full load of hot cum ready to pump into my sexy sister.

Mary,

I'm all yours. What do you have in mind?

Mikey

Her response was quick.

Mikey,

I'll be there at three. Wait naked in Mom's closet with the bedroom lights out and the shades are drawn. I want you to sniff Mom's panties until you're hard. When I arrive, I'll check to see if you obeyed my wishes. Do not speak to me and do not touch me. After my inspection, I'll position myself on Mom's bed. I'll be wearing the mask and ready for you. The first time we made love was so thrilling that I want to repeat it.

Mary

Recalling the initial session with my sister brought life into my prick. I would happily entertain her request.

Mary,

Sounds fun. I'll be waiting and ready.

Mikey

After not receiving any messages for a few minutes, I hastily prepared for her arrival. She didn't give me much time. Throwing the top covers of Mom's bed to the side, I placed the mask by the pillow. Once I closed all the blinds, I switched off the light. The only remaining illumination emanated from the hallway. Confident the room was ready, I dashed to my room and stripped off my clothes.

My prick was already hardening with the thought of her arrival. After completing everything, I made the deadline by five minutes. Resting on the chair in Mom's closet, my prick stiffened in anticipation of her arrival. No need for Mom's panties, but like a good brother, I followed her instructions to the letter. While inhaling Mom's scent, I squeezed and stroked my cock until it was rock-hard.

Right on time, the front door clicked open. My sister's instructions required me to smell Mom's panties but didn't explain how she'd check. Thinking back to our time together in the closet, I wadded them into a ball and held them with my lips. Mom's pussy scent wafted through my nostrils, increasing my excitement.

Since one of her requirements was not to touch her, I quit stroking and gripped the sides of the chair. When I heard the bedroom doorknob click, the room shifted to complete darkness.

After another minute, I heard her clothes dropping on the floor. My panting increased while I waited for my treat. Cool air washed over me when the closet door opened. The first contact was her hand across my mouth. She checked for panties as instructed. Her fingers ran through the fabric, while her other hand gently stroked my hairy thigh. After she removed Mom's undies, I heard them softly land on the floor.

It was understandable; she didn't want to compete with her mother. Mary wanted me focused on her, not my Mom's scented lingerie.

Her delicate hand moved higher and cupped my balls while her other wrapped around my hard cock. I followed her instructions perfectly. Would she move to the bed so we could enjoy the remaining time before Mom arrived home? She answered my question when she stroked my length, squeezing my engorged head every third time. She wanted to play with her toy before proceeding to the main event.

After several pumps, I felt her hot breath on my shaft. She kissed her way to the top and licked my slit, which oozed pre-cum. Traveling back to my root, she ran her rough tongue up my shaft, licking and cleaning my stiff flesh. It was so sensual I hoped she wouldn't think I was disobeying her instructions when I groaned. After several more passes of licking my cock, she kissed my tip again.

Sighing and sucking in a deep breath of cool air when she stopped, I hoped she had finished. I was more than hard enough to satisfy her horny slot. Moving her hand to the base of my stalk, she squeezed tightly while her mouth engulfed my head. Her raspy tongue washed my sensitive head before running through my leaking slit. My groans turned to gasping and moaning while she slowly teased me. Accustomed to her usually rushed blowjobs, I appreciated the sensuous and methodical way she was worshiping my prick.

She left her gripping hand at the base while her mouth slowly descended. Stopping every inch, she scraped her teeth on the sides of my prick while she sucked. She continued until her mouth collided with her closed fist. Confident she could handle my cock, her head bobbed up and down my staff. Her other hand cupped and massaged my balls while her mouth fucked me. Her sucking was relentless; I frantically thought of anything else to keep from erupting.

When I thought it couldn't get any worse, her hand clasping my stem followed her mouth, squeezing and milking my cock. She wanted me to climax. There was no way I could hold back. Waves of pleasure flowed from my prick. I relented and ceased my attempts at preventing my load from blowing.

My prick enlarged, alerting her of my condition. Her mouth locked around my flared head, and her hand stopped stroking. Relieved when she discontinued her assault, my mind drifted back to the pleasure I was receiving.

My thoughts shifted to last night when I kissed Mom with my hands wrapped around her spongy breasts. That's all it took. My cum flowed up my stem and spilled into her mouth. Her hand reacted to my release, pumping my shaft to coax my body to expel my entire load of semen. She swallowed every blob of sticky fluid, emptying my balls.

After my cock softened, she did a final swipe with her tongue and kissed the tip. Her cock-sucking skills had considerably improved. Suddenly, it hit me why she was intent on thoroughly pleasuring me. Her horny state required a lengthy fuck session. She wanted me to remain harder and longer; I vowed not to disappoint her. With the edge taken off, it would be easy to bring her off several times.

Her hot breath left when I sensed her rising. Soon after, I heard the bedsprings squeak while she positioned herself. I remained in the closet for a few minutes trying everything I could to bring my deflated prick back to life. It would take some time to recover, but I knew I could bring her off with my tongue. I left my chair to fulfill my end of the bargain.

I slowly groped my way across the pitch-black room to flick the light switch, my spent prick flopping on my thighs. After turning on the light, I faced the wall until my pupils adjusted to the bright room. When I turned around, adrenaline surged through me, my prick responding with a jerk.

My mother, not my sister, lay on the bed. She wore her blue nightie, absent her bra and panties. My prick rose while my eyes feasted on my mother's beautiful body. Her bush pushed up the silky material as well as her engorged nipples. Her fantastic blowjob had turned her on; she was ready for her son to take full advantage.

My mind briefly reviewed the messages Mary had sent. Had my sister and mother set this up together? Not dwelling on how it happened, my mind returned to my beautiful mother awaiting my attention. Her facial expression displayed her apprehension and nervousness. Didn't she know it was my wildest dream? She would quickly learn how much I desired her.

She jumped when my hands connected with her calves. She needed some affirmation from her son. Going along with her game of hiding her identity, I said, "Well, it looks like we have another woman Dad couldn't satisfy. Once again, I'll have to make amends for my inconsiderate father. At least he saved the best one for last. You are the hottest-looking woman I've ever seen."

Her face brightened, and her smile widened, hearing her son's encouraging words. My hands glided up her firm thighs, squeezing and caressing her succulent flesh.

"We have two hours before Mom comes home. We don't want her to catch her son fucking a horny MILF in her bed, do we? Don't worry. I'll do my best to make you scream with pleasure."

She moaned and widened her legs. Capturing a hunk of thigh, I sucked and kissed my way to the bottom of her nightie. Switching to the other leg, I repeated and feasted on her heavenly meat. Her hips humped, resulting in a waft of her sex, flooding my senses. Crawling higher, I flipped her hemline onto her belly, uncovering her treasure. Her heart-shaped, trimmed bush came into view. She couldn't see my grin while I appreciated her masterpiece. She gasped when I finally ran my fingers through her pussy hair.

"Your thighs are silky-smooth and firm, but what's between them is really special. It's apparent you're offering your heart to the one you love. You don't know how often I've stroked my cock while smelling my mother's panties. She drives me crazy." Her hips jerked when I parted her slit and kissed her outer lips. I licked her slot, causing her to writhe and groan.

My finger slithered into her slick slit and emerged covered with her juices. It was clear the blowjob had affected her. Stuffing in three fingers, I fucked her slippery channel while lapping on her hooded clit. Between licks, I taunted her. "Something has excited you. Your pussy is full of sweet cum. We need to cool you off before we proceed."

She gasped when I scraped her walls and outer labia with my pumping fingers. My other hand kneaded her firm thigh. Her groaning increased, her excited state quickly escalating. Latching my lips onto her engorged clit, I squeezed and sucked while thrusting my fingers in and out of her slippery slot. Her body tensed, causing her velvety walls to seize up. Extracting my fingers, I replaced them with my mouth and drank her flowing nectar. Her quim was still quivering when I pulled off.

Her tits heaved while she gasped for air. Her swollen vulva opened and closed, begging for more attention. My prick was ready, and I knew she desired her son's cock. Before she could fully recover, I raised my torso and lifted her feet until they rested on my shoulders. Lifting her hips in line with my ram, I shoved my cock into her soft folds. Still breathing heavily from her first climax, she shrieked. Her lungs expelled their air as I sunk to the hilt.

Her channel was tight but filled with slick cum, allowing my cock to separate her constricting, resisting walls. I fucked her hard and fast, not giving her the chance to savor our initial coupling. Her moans became a constant chant when I bottomed out, unleashing my sexual passion.

I had finally fulfilled my dream of fucking my mother. Buried balls deep in my mom's hairy pussy sent shock waves of pleasure throughout my body. Her groans were steady, her son giving her the ultimate, sinful, incestuous act. I will remember that moment forever.

Knowing my release wasn't imminent, I thrust deep and pulled her groin into mine. Our bodies slapped together loudly. Her body responded with another orgasm. Her pussy clamped and squeezed my rod in an attempt to trigger my climax.

Before my orgasm hit me, I withdrew from her convulsing cleft. After I lowered her legs, I reached under her and shoved her nightie upward, past her hips. Grasping her shoulder straps, I removed her lingerie, throwing it on a chair. Her shallow breathing was so rapid from her multiple orgasms, I was concerned she might pass out. Waiting for her to recover, I was content to caress her smooth stomach.

"We can't ruin your nightie, can we? Whoever gifted it to you was sending a clear message they wanted to fuck you long and hard. It's apparent he's in love with you and your sexy body." Her smile widened, while her son treated her the way she had envisioned. I understood why she didn't comment or reply. She didn't want anything to distract me from glorifying her body.

Moving my hands up her body, I cupped her bare breasts for the first time. Her nipples had maintained their excited state from her multiple orgasms. I nestled my cum-soaked prick in her thick bush while mauling her mounds. "Jesus! Your breasts are perfect. Your dark-brown, puffy nipples are delicious-looking. They're the same color as my mother's eyes. They're beautiful, and my problems disappear when I look into them.."

Capturing her nipples between my fingers, I twisted and teased until more blood inflated them. She groaned and lifted her pelvis, signaling her horny desires.

"Your children were lucky to be able to feed on your wonderful tits. Perfect for sucking." She knew before I made contact what was next. She arched her back and shoved a mound of soft flesh into my face. I latched onto her engorged tip and squeezed my lips tightly. Low groaning escalated into louder moans when I feasted on her beefy globes. While sucking on one nipple, my other hand pinched and squeezed her other tip. Her body was ready to explode again from my incessant teasing.

Her hips frantically bumped up to convince me to feed her horny slot. Pulling off her tit, I croaked, "Don't worry, pretty lady, I haven't forgotten your needs. After your great blowjob, I'm fucking you all night."

Moving my cock into position, she spread her legs wide in a show of submission. Kneading her breasts for another minute, I decided it was time for Mom to participate more actively in our illicit act. When I kissed her moist mouth, her tongue shot out and met mine. With our lips sealed tightly, I pulled her mask off and discarded it to the floor. We locked eyes while passionately kissing. Her brown eyes exulted the lust and love she had bottled up for so long.

Slipping my flared cock-head past her engorged outer lips, I stopped and let it soak. Her tongue fucked my mouth while her hands gripped my ass. When I descended deeper, she released my mouth and shrieked from her carnal desires.

"Is this what you want?" I asked. "Do you need your motherly pussy filled with your son's cock? Will this help make up for your lapse of sex?"

Sliding deeper into her steamy slot, she loudly groaned and screamed, "It's what I desire most. I can't hide it anymore. I love you and have craved your wonderful prick for a long time. Please, fuck your mother hard!"

"I love you, Mom. I'll do anything to make you happy."

Hitting bottom, I pulled out and relished the snugness of her channel. Slowly, I shoved in again, using my hips to push through her defenses. My hands squeezed her heaving tits, settling into a steady rhythm.

After several minutes, I quickened my pace, thrusting faster each time. Mom's ass rose, allowing me to drive deeper. The tingling sensation when my wet shaft scraped along her slippery slot was exquisite. Her hips twisted and jerked, while I fucked her starving snatch. She climaxed again on my hard cock. I didn't slow my pace, hammering her pulsating pussy.

Her orgasm continued through my relentless pounding. Her hot, slick juices coated my shaft, enabling me to pump faster. We passionately kissed while my cock pummeled her slippery slot.

Our labored breathing forced us to release our mouths when our lovemaking crested into a frenzied state. Looking into her glazed eyes, I said, "Before I continue, I need to set some rules for our new relationship. The woman I love most needs to look me in my eyes when I deposit my cum in her." Her eyes signaled her acceptance and her wide smile let me know she was mine. "I also don't want you to hold back anything. Yield your body and soul to your loving son."

She didn't allow me to continue. "I love you so much, Mike. Fuck your mother and fill me with your hot cum. You own me! I'll do whatever you want. Your cock is magnificent and stretches my pussy to its limits. My next orgasm will be the biggest one of my life, and it's from my hunky son!"

I continued to slam into her slick channel and changed my position with each stroke to scrape different areas on each downstroke. Even though she stopped contracting from her orgasm, her panting had increased, signaling she was building up again. Our hands stroked each other's bodies as our groins rammed against each other. She opened her mouth and gasped for air. My mouth locked onto hers, my tongue battling hers. Our eyes fixated on each other while we furiously kissed and fucked.

Her hips moved again, matching my thrusts, causing my prick to bottom out each time. Pulling back, I yelled, "Fuck me back, Mom! My prick is ready to explode, and I want you to cum with me. Snap your pussy. I know you can do it. Your daughter does it, and she inherited it from you. Squeeze my prick and fuck me like Cleopatra did when you saw her thrashing beneath me. You're a better fuck than her. Fuck your son and soulmate!"

She went into overdrive. She remembered the scene well. Her legs wrapped around mine and used the leverage to lift her pelvis into an angle providing the most pleasure. Her back arched, and when our mouths met again, I felt her walls snap. My cock momentarily halted as her sheath held me for a few seconds before releasing me. With another stroke, her crevice snapped and squeezed my cock for the second time. It had the desired effect, causing my head to expand.

She screamed, "Pump me full of your hot sperm and make me your slut. Show me how much you love me. I'm cumming!"

Her hips thrashed; her eyes widened. Her body tensed rigidly when her pussy contracted along my length, different from the snapping before. She was experiencing a major orgasm.

"Mom, my prick is going to explode in your tight pussy. The intense pleasure is overwhelming. I'm fucking my mother, the hottest woman in the world! I love you so much."

Electric shocks pulsed through my prick while her pussy continued to convulse. Hot cum flowed up my stem, causing her stretched furrow to clamp tighter. My prick jerked more times than I'd ever experienced. Each spurt of jism sent waves of pleasure through my body. After my balls emptied, we kept fucking, both of us reluctant to end our incestuous act. When my spent cock softened, I ceased stroking and gripped her hot, sweaty body tightly. Her arms wrapped around me and held me close while our passion descended.When my flaccid prick escaped her fiery crevice, she unwrapped her legs and collapsed on the bed. Pulling me with her, she continued to hug me tightly as we recovered from the bliss of our illicit coupling. When our breathing normalized, I rolled to the side and faced her.

"Jesus, that was intense," I groaned. "I've never cum so hard in my life. I can't believe I just fucked my mother. I love you so much and have wanted to be with you forever."

"I know, honey," Mom replied. "It was better than all my fantasies. Our lust for each other is powerful. I'm glad we've finally consummated our love for each other."

"Mom, you said you haven't had sex for ten years. That's hard to believe by the way you sucked my cock and fucked me better than any woman has ever done."

"No sex with a man, but I have dildos that resemble your prick. One in my mouth and the other buried in my pussy while I envision your face. You haven't suspected anything, but you've been fucking me for years. I forgot about my snapping ability until you brought it up. I could never use it with your father because it would make him instantly spurt."

My mind raced back to how this started. "Did Mary set this up for you?"

"Nope," she chuckled. "After leaving the library, I stopped by Mary's place and told her I forgot to take my phone and needed to text Vera a message. She gladly handed over hers while she cleaned the kitchen. After exchanging messages with you, I deleted them from the inbox and sent folders. Handing it back to her, I told her I had deleted my message to Vera because it was confidential. She was none the wiser."

"You pulled it off beautifully. My excitement was at an all-time high," I professed. "It's obvious that you and I have been sexually infatuated with each other for a long time. Why didn't you initiate something earlier instead of steering me toward other women?"

"I didn't know if you held the same physical attraction as I did. Mary needed help, so that's why I convinced you to make love to her. When Vera brought up the idea with Charlotte, my motive wasn't only to help with the divorce. You're not the only one who is attracted to her unique beauty. After watching you two, I know you enjoyed your gift as much as I did," she grinned.

Taking a breath, she added, "It turns out your coupling with her was a pivotal moment for me. I wasn't sure if your actions toward me were because you were considerate or a horny son. After witnessing the lust you displayed with your seduction fantasy, I knew you were both. You found out how I felt, as I still haven't seen my cum-filled panties returned."

It was my time to chuckle. Caressing Mom's beautiful body, I confessed, "I've loved you for so long, and now that you've fulfilled my dreams, I'm on top of the world."

"Me too, sweetie. We can finally display the love and desires we've hidden from each other. You have your work cut out for you, though. Mary and I both have a powerful sex drive."

"You passed that trait to all your children, so it shouldn't be a problem," I replied, smirking.

Mom rolled onto her back. I was ready to mount her again when she stopped me. "Mike, I need you to do something before we continue. Send a note to Mary and tell her to save herself until you can meet with her the day after tomorrow. Tell her you want her hornier than she's ever been. Also, I want you to set up a meeting with Charlotte for tomorrow. It's time to thank them for their assistance."

Her look of lust led me to believe that Mom would be expressing more than thanks. Quickly making my way to my room, I wrote and dispatched the messages. My prick stiffened, thinking about returning to Mom's hot body. I didn't wait around for responses from either.

Mom smiled wide when I entered her bedroom, my bobbing prick leading the way. Before I rejoined her, Mom stated, "I'm holding you to your word. You promised that payment for my wonderful blowjob would be fucking me all night."

I was more than glad to fulfill my obligation. We bonded throughout the night, attempting to make up for the years Mom had to endure without love or sex.When I awoke to the smell of bacon, I noticed Mom had already risen. Even with my lack of sleep, I felt fully refreshed and invigorated. Running my hand down through my crotch, I laughed when I discovered my pubic hair was crusty with dried cum. I've never made love so many times in one night. I knew I would never tire of fucking my mother.

Since breakfast would soon be ready, I jumped in the shower to wash off the sweat and stench. I noticed the stall walls were wet and I was surprised I had slept so soundly while Mom showered. After quickly cleaning my body, I toweled off and threw on my robe.

When I entered the kitchen, she greeted me with a pleasing smile and chirped, "Just in time. It's my turn to make your favorite meal, as you did for me."

After she placed our filled plates on the table, she kissed me. "Good morning, honey. Did you get a good night's sleep? I know I did. I've never felt so young or vibrant. All thanks to my wonderful and caring son."

"Sleep?" I asked. "There wasn't much of that, but I'm not complaining. Surprisingly, I feel great too. All because of you. I'm looking forward to bedtime already!"

She giggled as she dove into her food. There was no silence while we dined, with Dad's mandates no longer existing. The conversations during our meals would be candid and loving discussions. After several more bites, Mom expressed, "There's no need to wait until nighttime to show your affection. If you weren't paying attention last night, I did say you own me." Her raised eyebrows and upturned mouth conveyed her horny state.

"Mom, we're equal partners for the rest of our lives. We can fulfill our illicit fantasies any time we desire. Our love and lust for each other are growing faster than ever."

Her joyful expression, signaling her matching feelings, warmed my heart. Mom looked happier than I'd ever seen her. She couldn't see but knew my prick was already stiff and poking from my robe. We ate in haste, both looking forward to connecting in a way no mother and son should.

When finished, we rose and carried our dishes to the sink. When I turned around, I noticed Mom bending over the table, slowly arranging items. Her legs widened, causing her short robe to rise high. Her wanton invitation didn't evade me.

Untying my robe, I moved close to her and uncovered her luscious ass. As suspected, she wore no panties. Her slit glistened with anticipation. Her hands gripped the sides of the table while she lowered her head. I ran my fat head through her slot several times before slipping my piston gently into her. She wasn't nearly as soaked as last night, so I slowly descended until her walls secreted more of her slick lubricant.

After five minutes of slowly gliding in and out, I bottomed out. Mom humped rearward to speed things up. Grasping her hips, I held her in place and withdrew, before slamming to the bottom. Her shoulders slumped on the table when I pinned her to the table.

My thighs smashed against the back of hers, as I relentlessly pounded her pussy. Neither of us wanted to prolong our joining. We fucked like dogs for ten minutes, before she surrendered and climaxed. I reciprocated and filled her with my entire load of morning cum.

After I withdrew, I dropped her robe back in place and pulled her upright. She turned, and we passionately kissed. I croaked, "That's why breakfast is the best meal of the day. Dad doesn't know how much he blew it."

After catching her breath, she replied, "He'll never experience the kind of love we share. Some men never appreciate the real priorities of life. I'm starting my life all over and will never allow the same to happen."

We hugged each other silently for five minutes before she ordered, "Check your emails. When you've finished, we'll take a walk to the park. It's a beautiful day for a picnic. That was so much fun the last time we did it."

"A picnic, Mom? We just finished breakfast. Are you trying to fatten me up?"

"No food. I want to enjoy the sun and talk with my wonderful son."

Nodding in agreement, I went to my room and turned on my desktop. I changed into my comfortable walking clothes, patiently waiting for my computer to fire up. Messages popped up from Charlotte and Mary. I took my time to reply, giving Mom enough time to change.

I waited a few more minutes in case one of them had any other questions. When no replies appeared, I turned it off. Eager for our outing, I left and met Mom by the door. She looked gorgeous in her floral sundress. She knew from my radiant smile that I approved of her outfit.

"You're beautiful, Mom. Let's get out of here before I decide to demonstrate my appreciation."

She giggled and led me out the door. We walked briskly, and after spreading out a blanket, we sat down and enjoyed the sun's warmth.

The normal societal limits between a mother and son were no longer applicable. We laughed and talked for an hour, freely discussing our innermost feelings. Shifting our conversation, Mom inquired, "Did you receive any emails?"

"Sure did," I answered. "Poor Mary is already horny. She hoped to experience a full day of loving today. She agreed she'd abstain until we meet again."

Mom grinned and chuckled, "I know what she's going through. The hornier we get, the easier we can achieve an orgasm. Don't get a big head just because you made me come multiple times last night. I knew it'd be that way during our initial sexual union. It's why I drained you first, to take the edge off. I wanted to experience as much pleasure as possible on our first night together. You sure delivered."

"When I saw you in your nightie, my prick rose from the dead," I replied. "I had no control. You look beautiful wearing anything, but if you put it on again, you can expect to get a thorough workout."

"It's the nicest gift I've ever received because it was from the person I love most. The fit was perfect. How did you know my measurements?"

"Brooke is wholly responsible." For ten minutes, I relayed my entire flirtatious encounter with the attractive sales associate.

After listening attentively to my story, she replied, "You're lucky to have found such a friendly and sensitive woman. I might become jealous of her. It sounds like you two connected emotionally."

"No worries, Mom. You're still number one. Brooke and I had a special moment. If things had turned out differently between you and me, she would be high on my list for courting. I'm certain my initial attraction to her was because she's so similar to you."

Mom grinned at my feeble attempt to squirm out of an uncomfortable situation. "Mike, you don't have to explain yourself. She sounds like a wonderful woman, and it wouldn't bother me if you see her again." Her eyes and smile turned sexy when she asked, "You have a courting list? What man does that? Am I on it?"

"Nothing is written in stone," I laughed. "It was a figure of speech, but it sounds funny, doesn't it? You'd be at the top, even if I connected with Brooke. At least we have her choice of lingerie as a memory."

"That nightie will be saved for special occasions. Don't get your hopes up on routinely seeing it."

"The visions of the first time I saw you dressed in it will be with me forever. It'll be nice to reserve it for memorable events; otherwise, it will be in shreds from overuse. You have to know I cherish and love you more than anything. Pleasing you is my only focus, now and forever."

Her cheerful, blushing face reflected a knowing look. Our attraction to each other was far greater than an infatuation; it was a deep and committed love.

Switching back to our original conversation, I continued, "Charlotte was happy to hear from me and is eager to meet again. She made arrangements for two o'clock this afternoon, and I agreed. From what you said last night, it sounds like you have something in mind other than thanking her?"

"Of course," she giggled. "It's my turn to seduce her. She's filled with lust, and I can't wait to press my flesh against hers. You're not the only one who enjoys a woman's soft body."

My eyebrows raised in surprise, replying, "Wow, Mom. I learn something new about you all the time."

She laughed at my newfound discovery. "Remember when I told you about my powerful sex drive when I was young? I often didn't want to deal with men, and the right woman can be sexually rewarding. In case you didn't know, Mary inherited more than just my sex drive."

"Mary? I don't know, Mom. She's crazy about cock."

"Sometimes you can be so naive," Mom giggled. "Those slumber parties your sister hosted at our house were pretty wild."

She was right. I had no clue. "Damn, her girlfriends were hot, too. I wish they had invited me. That doesn't mean Charlotte will be the same."

Her eyebrows lifted; her expression signaled she knew more than she let on. "The library is like a central collecting agency for rumors. Believe it or not, a minister's wife's extra-marital affairs with women rank high on the list."

I was stunned again. "I wouldn't have guessed it. Do you want me to take a walk so you can be alone with Charlotte?" Hopefully, she'd correctly interpret my wishful expression and include me.

"No," she replied in a stern tone. "You'll hide until the time is right. Don't fret. You'll be fucking her again. Watching your prick slide in and out of her turned me on. We better head back. My panties are already soaked, thinking about what's to come." We packed up and returned home.

Hearing Mom admit she was sexually attracted to women took me by surprise. For some reason, it caused my prick to stir. "Mom, you're the one I love. Do you really want me to continue a sexual relationship with others?"

Mom stopped and held my hands, keeping her eyes locked on mine. "Our souls are joined and will always be that way. Making love to only you would be fine with me, but I also enjoy sharing our pleasure with others. I will make this promise. You will always have the final say on who we include, and my heart will never stray from yours."

My love for her grew, as did my prick. Smiling with approval, I replied, "Understood, Mom. Let's not be late for our rendezvous with Queen Cleopatra."