Jasper is twenty-one years old. He works in a business that lets him travel almost anywhere. He is very handsome. He is 6'1", black silk hair, green eyes, tan skin, a wonderful six pack, and a ten inch cock. He lives not far from me, only two blocks. He is a wonderful son. When His father left us, he told me that he'd work hard in school to become a good man and even better then his father.
I'm a single mother. I'm thirty-eight years old. I have a four pack body, my breasts are 40D, and my pussy is always shaved. I have hazel eyes, brown short hair, and tan skin. I spend my time at work in my office. Today was different for some reason. I picked up my cell phone when I heard my text tone go off. It was from my son.
"Mom, Is it ok if I stop by this evening... Jasper"
Well, I always like the company of my son. I text him quickly and told him, "Sure, sweetie" and went back to work. I couldn't understand why my son wanted to stop by the house but it was his home to so I couldn't keep him out. I found my son very attractive. I missed my son, so this evening I was looking forward to seeing him.
When I pulled into the driveway, my son's car was already there. I turned off the engine and grabbed my suitcase. I open the door and closed it behind me. I walked toward the front door and open it. I stepped inside and close the door. "Jasper, you here," I called from the front door.
He walked out of the kitchen and smiled at me. "I'm here, Mom. Dinner's ready in the kitchen," he said. He went to the basement door and walks downstairs. I know that he went to grab a bottle of wine.
I took off my coat and put it on the rack. I walked into the kitchen and saw two candles lit. I smiled and sniff the air. "Mmm, Dinner smells good, sweetie," I said.
He came up behind me. "I know you'd like it, that's why I asked if I could stop by this evening to make dinner for you," he said at my ear. I jumped and faced him. I smiled and hugged him. I walked to the table and sat down. He sat across from me and poured the wine for us.
I smiled and looked down at my dinner. It was streak, peas, and butter noodles. "Oh, sweetie, this looks good. You have to stop spoiling me and find a woman to pamper like this," I said softly. I heard him chuckle and looked up at him.
He took a sip of his wine. "I like spoiling you, Mom. You're the woman of my dreams," he said softly. I choked on my wine but took a deep breath and looked at him surprised. "Don't act surprise, Mom. You've been the woman of my dreams since I was eighteen. You were the one that always got me hard."
