President Jack Erickson was back in his home state of New York for the first time since his inauguration less than a month prior. After meeting with foreign dignitaries at the United Nations, he met his mother for dinner in a private room of a quaint European restaurant. Secret Service surrounded the perimeter of the room's outside.
After dinner and a couple of glasses of wine, Mrs. Erickson asked, "How are you Jack? You look tired and stressed."
"Mom stress comes with the job. The tiredness I'm getting used to as well. It's the damn loneliness. Here I am the most powerful man in the world and I can't even get a date."
Kicking her right high heel off, Mrs. Sara Erickson did something most everyone would find appalling. She raised her black stocking foot and placed it in her son's lap gently massaging his growing hard-on.
Closing his eyes and dropping the fork to the plate Jack said, "Oh mom that feels unbelievable."
"I know how rough it is on you. Would it help if I spent the night with you in the Presidential Suite at the hotel?" Your father would understand why I stayed. He always has in the past." She replied with a coy smile spreading across her face.
"Oh mom you don't know how much I would like that, but I can't risk it. The only safe places are the "Presidential Living Quarters" and back home at the mansion." Jack said softly.
You might wonder why the President of the USA would want to get intimate with his mother until you saw her beauty. At age sixty-two she looked gorgeous, with smooth white skin a small well defined nose and strong chin. Her periodic visits to a famous plastic surgeon were money well spent. Incredibly there wasn't a wrinkle to be found on her body. No sagging chin, butt or breasts. Her personal trainer helped keep her body tight so she was able to maintain a slim waist and firm buttocks. With long dark eyelashes to match her very dark eyes, Mrs. Erickson was hot! If she wasn't already rich, she probably could have made a fortune modeling or being an actress. As it was just about everyone agreed she could have passed for Joan Collins twin when the actress was younger.
Not wanting to torment her son she pulled her foot back and placed it back in the shoe. "I'm sorry dear," she said with disappointment.
"It's ok Mom. This is the course I chose. Do you think dad and you could make it out this weekend? Laura and I would love to see you both." Jack asked hopefully.
"We can't this weekend. How about the weekend after?" She asked hopefully.
"That should work we could go to Camp David," the President replied.
"Oh and I do hope you plan on more than just seeing us," Sara Erickson said with a mischievous and wicked smile."
"Oh mom you are so deliciously wicked. I could eat you up." Jack said in a lustful whisper.
"Like you did that very first time when I caught you in the act of relieving yourself?" She said in a hot sexy voice.
"Yes like that and since I'll be alone tonight. I will be thinking about that day as I lay in bed playing with myself. Know that my thoughts will be on you and that as I cum you're name will be on my lips." He said with lust rising up in his groin.
"Oh Jack you always was a romantic. When I get home and go to bed, I'll do the same. Who knows maybe well even cum at the same time, thinking about the same thing? Then maybe the distance won't seem that far apart. How I do love you my son." Sara Erickson said affectionately.
"I love you mom." The President said getting up from the table in order to assist his mother rise up as etiquette dictated. Still alone they hugged closely as Sara Erickson gently squeezed his large firm testicles.
After they departed the President went his suite to get ready for bed. He wanted to get back to Washington early tomorrow since he still had some work on some judicial appointments.
As he lay naked in bed with the sheets pulled down, he thought of his mother doing the same. This got him aroused and further caused him to think back on that fateful evening when his mother caught him jerking off.
His sister Laura had just gone away to Harvard and Jack was horribly lonely as he prepared to leave for a job in Washington DC. After a summer of incestuous lovemaking he was again back to using the hand to relieve himself. He must have been pretty noisy as he reached the critical point of no return, for his mother hearing what was going on decided to investigate.
Mrs. Erickson opened the door and flipped on the light just in time to see Jack in the middle of a rather large orgasm. With his eyes closed he was pumping his cock as hard as he could. When the light came on he looked up with a stunned looked and saw his mother also shocked staring at him pump his prick.
Moaning but unable to stop he cried, "Oh mom! Ooh...! Agh... Agh...!"
Jack then erupted, spewing cum all over himself, his neck, chest and belly. Spurt after spurt exploded from his long slim cock.
Mrs. Erickson seeing her poor son's condition couldn't help but laugh out loud. Jack looked like a little boy caught raiding the cookie jar. Thank god he had an erection or he probably would have peed on himself.
"Oh mom I'm so embarrassed!" He said, his face now crimson red.
"Jack you don't have to be embarrassed. All men masturbate. I would be worried if you didn't, what do men say "Choke the chicken?" Mrs. Erickson said with a smile.
"Here let me help you clean-up. Little boys are so messy." She said getting some tissues and using them to pick up slippery sticky seed. "So who was the lucky girl you were fantasizing over? Was it your sister?"
For the second time in as many minutes Jack's face showed shock. "How did she know? Did Laura tell her?" He asked himself.
"Well that answered my question and no your sister never breathed a word about your affair with her this summer. In addition I commend you both because apparently no one else knew what was going on." She said calmly.
