When I had worked my way out of the restraints and went downstairs, I saw I sight that took my breath away. Mommy was standing at the stove in her high heels and stockings. Still in her garter belt and heels, she was facing the stove. Her ass was thrust high in the air by her heels, arching her back ever so slightly and thrusting her ass up, where it hung in the air like a perfect pair of celestial globes. Her long, thick, middle-aged legs were just ever so slightly apart, forming a lovely V the led from her cunt downward. I could smell bacon and pancakes. "How may pancakes?" she asked. She'd heard me coming down the stairs. "Two."
I continued to evaluate her from the back. Of course her body had the solid meat on her bones that one expects when a woman is 50, but despite the years she preserved an hourglass figure with a waist. I stared at those long legs that went on forever until they went into her heels. If she wasn't mom and I saw her from behind in a bar or if I was standing in line behind her at the CVS pharmacy, she'd stir my cock and I'd think about how I'd like to fuck her. The reality that she was my mom and she liked to fuck me back only complicated matters.
I realized that my cock really was stirring. She'd dominated me. I had to make it clear that she was not the one in charge. I saw the butter dish on the table. I ran my index finger along the edge of the butter and took away a slice of it. I palmed it, and rolled the gob of greasy fat around in my hand, coating my fingers. Then I rubbed it over my hardening pink shaft. By the time I had rubbed it all over while watching Mommy's fine ass, I was standing at attention, glistening. The veins along the length of the shaft were beginning to stand out.
I walked up behind her. "This looks great," I said, and pushed my pelvis forward, thrusting my engorged cock into the crack of her ass. I put my hands on either side of her waist and ground my hips, thrusting forward, so she'd feel my fat Viagra-fueled cock filling her ass crack, up and down, up and down.
She didn't flinch. She threw a couple of pancakes on a plate and then stirred the bacon. What an uptight German bitch. She was not going to acknowledge me.
Two can play any game that one starts.
I reached down with my hands and grabbed her ass cheeks at the bottom, then pulled them apart. I didn't assume that her pussy was still dripping wet from our fucking a few minutes before. She's as prissy as she is pretty, and she had probably rinsed the white globs of sperm from her while I was getting out of the restraints. I aimed the head of my well-oiled cock at her pussy and pushed forward. TOO HIGH! Or so I guessed from the failure to find a welcoming slit. My cock careened up the valley of her ass crack again. While it felt smooth and delightful, it wasn't my target. Mom gave a little snort, a mix of laughter and condescension. I removed my right hand from her ass and guided my rigid meat lower, then thrust forward again. From the warmth of parting flesh I could tell that I'd hit the mother lode of pussy. I thrust again, deep, and now she let out a tiny gasp. I could feel that her legs had gone rigid so that my thrusting wouldn't push her forward into the stove. She put her left hand on the left front edge of it, to steady herself. In her other hand she held a spatula.
As my cock head entered her wet dripping cunt, Mom didn't flinch. She set down the spatula, reached over and picked up the bowl of pancake batter, tilted it, and formed three perfect cakes on the griddle, then set the bowl down. I pulled out very slowly until only the tip of my cock was still engaged with her, then slowly pushed back in, my buttered cock enjoying the tight embrace of her moistening slit. "That's nice, honey," she said, as if I'd just showed her a good score on a third grade homework assignment.
