I remained slumped in my chair, my shirt sticking to me like a second skin. My shriveling cock still hung out of my shorts, the air cooling the dripping saliva running down it.
"So that just happened," I sighed.
"Yes it did. I think it's best if we just keep it between us," she winked at me.
I sighed. I looked back at her. Mom's face was red, her hair was slightly askew but otherwise, she looked made-up and innocent. I stared at her chest. Her tanned, sun-spot speckled chest heaving with each breath. I remembered her long, hard nipples from when I'd seen her naked. I started getting hard again.
"Mom, has Dad left for work yet?"
"You just missed him, Sweetie. Why do you ask?"
"Well, it's just..." my voice trailed off.
"Yes, Pumpkin?"
Now I was the one with a devilish smile.
"I just really want to take you to your bed and fuck your brains out."
"Sweetheart, we can't do that. I mean, a little oral quickie is one thing. I'm married to your father, my pussy is his to fuck and his alone. We made a promise to each other."
I thought for a moment.
"What if...I didn't use your pussy?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"What if I put it in your rear?"
She gasped excitedly.
"Oh, I don't know about that..."
"C'mon, you know you want to feel my hard cock inside of you. I know you're aching for it. If your pussy is off-limits, why not a little bit of butt-play? I mean, have you never done it or something?"
"Sweetie," she said almost shyly.
"I have done it before. Twice in college and once after. The first time was awful and I almost swore never to try it again. The second time I used plenty of lube and it didn't hurt but it wasn't good either. The last time I did it, I had a really intense orgasm. That all happened before I even met your father, a long time before you were born."
"Well, we can go slow. I don't have to pound you like a cheap hooker. It can be gentle, sweet. What do you say?"
She looked at me with a twinkle in her eye.
"You're just not going to give up on this, are you?"
"I can be very persistent."
She blushed, shaking her head to herself.
"Okay. I can't believe I'm going to have anal sex with my son! Okay, let's do this."
I got up, and quickly closed the distance between Mom and I. I pulled her chair out, placed a hand under her butt and another under her legs. I lifted her effortlessly off of the chair and carried her up the stairs to the master bedroom. We kissed with tongue as we made our ascent to my parent's bedroom.
I gently guided Mom to the mattress as she reclined, stretching her limbs as she made herself comfortable. The right strap of her nightie had slipped over her shoulder. I admired her exposed, soft shoulder blade and the growing arc to her plentiful breast. I caught a glimpse of her smooth underarm.
"Do you bleach your armpits?"
I asked as I took off my shorts and shirt.
"Good heavens, no. Why do you ask?"
