Mom From the Tub and Into My Bed

Chapter 3 - Friday

We woke to Mom's work alarm this morning, but on the bright side, she was still in my arms. Only now snuggled into my side tightly with her large breasts pushed into my side, and those two things conspired to give me a raging boner. Mom began to stretch, pressing her breasts harder into my side. I placed a hand on the upper one and lightly pinched her nipple. Mom moaned appreciatively, followed by a more disappointed groan since we had to get up. I leaned in and kissed Mom lovingly, and she kissed me back in equal response.

"Morning, Mother Dear. Sleep well?"

"With my baby boy to snuggle with after a wonderful evening of passion, of course." Mom smiled at me as she unwillingly slipped from the bed and my arms.

"Well, waking up with a hot MILF in my arms is pretty awesome, too, I must say," I tell her as she grabs some panties from her dresser drawer. I slip from the bed to stand beside her and take her into my arms again. I give her a tender kiss and a light squeeze of her butt with one hand and another caress of her breast with the other. Mom gives another resigned moan, knowing that they will have to hold her all day.

I move from her room to mine with a final swat to her backside like she did me the day before. Mom giggles, and I chuckle as I say, "I love you, Mom." "I love you too, Danny." Mom replies.

As Mom dresses for work again, if reluctantly, I head to my room and dress for a day of lounging and some Xbox on the living room TV, maybe some Netflix and chill. Like yesterday, I started coffee for Mom and grabbed bread for toast to make cinnamon toast for her this time. I hit the fridge for a small dish of cut fruit, some strawberries, blackberries, and blueberries. I sprinkled them lightly with sugar as an extra treat.

Just as I finished putting the completed meal on the table, Mom appeared, trying to get her second earring in. Her eyes went wide when she saw what I had done, and the love I saw in them made me smile. She steps up to me and kisses my lips tenderly like so many times before, just being my Mom. I tenderly kiss her back before seating her at the table with another quick peck on the cheek. I quickly move to grab a bowl of Wheaties for myself to join Mom while she eats.

After we finish, I walk her to the door again and send her to work with another steamy kiss. She giggles and then applies her lipstick before stepping out our door. I cleaned up the dishes like yesterday. Afterward, I turn to the living room and the TV for that gaming session.

After a few hours of gaming and a little TV, I got a new idea and rushed to my room to change. Once ready, I hurried out and off to the Subway. I took the train to the nearest stop and hit a local noodle shop, picking up lunch for two. Minutes later, I strolled into the dealership, past the eager salesman, and straight to the senior offices. I luck out and catch Mom looking away from the door and come to stand before her desk quietly with a shit-eating grin on my face.

When she looks my way, her eyes go wide, and she shrieks mildly in pleasure and hops up to come around and give me a big hug. I set the lunch bag down so I don't drop it while hugging Mom. Since I've been here before, they know who I am, and I behave, but Mom almost lets the cat out of the bag and tries to kiss me like at home. I hold my lips closed and only pucker for a customary peck. Pulling back to minimize the time and temptation for Mom.

As we break, I whisper, "Easy, Mom, we're in public." She blushes and hugs me again, quick and light. Then turns to the food bag.

"What did you get us, Danny?" Mom asked.

"Wo Han's Noodles. Yours with the shrimp you love, and mine with beef. Can you have lunch now, or do you need to wait a bit?"

Before Mom could answer, her boss steps from his office. "I thought I heard voices. Hi, Danny. What brings you down to the dealership?" He says to me.

"Just thought I'd bring Mom lunch on a beautiful Friday, Mr. Hanscom. Can she get lunch now, sir?"

He looks slightly stern at first, then asks, "Well, did you bring me lunch, too?" Then he grins broadly, unable to hold it back.

"Next time I will, Mr. H. I know Mom loves the noodles from down the street and thought I'd get her some since I have the time now that it's summer." I grin back at the older man but try like hell not to think about him being interested in Mom.

I shake his hand, and he replies, "That's a deal. Next time you bring food for Myrt, I want something sumptuous too. Please. I tell you what. Why don't you guys use my private small conference room to eat? That way, the vultures from my sales team won't try to slip some from you."

"If they did, they would draw back a stump instead of a hand. Mom is pretty protective of her shrimp." We all laugh, and he slaps my shoulder on his way to the door.

"Now, I think it's time for me to get Sales Manager Jerry to buy Me lunch. I'm feeling hungry. Thanks a lot, Danny." He grins again over his shoulder as I shake my head at the older man's jokes.

When I look back at Mom, she is nosing around the food bag but also has a mischievous smile on her face. I'm pretty sure that's where I get my mischievous face.

"What are you thinking, Mother Dearest?" I ask.

"Exactly." She then wiggles her eyebrows at me. I look at her, but I'm not getting it yet.

"Follow me, Danny. And bring the food for afterward." She tells me. She walks away with a pronounced sway of her hips, and the thought clicks into my head. 'Private conference room.' I grab the bag and hustle after Mom's retreating figure. I catch up and palm her ass with a little squeeze, and Mom giggles. "Now, you're getting my drift."

It's a short walk down a side hall to the door marked 'Private.' We step in, and when the door closes, Mom locks it. She then stepped over to the table and turned to look at me before reaching down and pulling up her snug skirt, exposing those panties from when we got up.

"Take my panties off, Danny, and I'll serve as your first course." She grins lasciviously.

Setting the bag down, I slip my thumbs inside her panties' waistband and slide them down, kneeling as I go. When I have them to her knees, I lean in and kiss her mound, then her partially exposed clit. Mom moans in appreciation. When they are around her ankles, she steps out of them. I stuff them in my pants pocket for now. I stand up slowly, first dragging my tongue across her clit once more. I gently lift Mom onto the conference table, spreading her thighs after a short squeal from Mom when her soft cheeks hit the table's cool surface.

Returning to my knees, I bury my face in Mom's hot, soaked box. I eat her until she squeals into her hand to cover her noises. The room may be private, but it's not soundproof. After lapping up most of her honey, I stand, dropping my pants, and slip straight into her buttery pussy. Knowing we don't have long, I take up a fast pace to get Mom off again.

After she cums, soaking my junk, I'm near orgasm myself and say, "I'm close, Mom. Are you ready to be filled again?"

"No, not this time. Pull out and back up."

I do as requested, and Mom slides from the table directly to her knees and starts stroking and sucking for all she's worth. I cum in maybe a minute between being that close and Mom's being that good. I flood her mouth and watch her swallow all but one little drop that sneaks from the corner of her mouth. She wipes that up with a finger and pops it into her mouth with the rest.

"Aaahh. Dessert first, yummy, Honey." Mom says, smiling and climbing to her feet.

I kiss her hard before grabbing her panties from my dropped pants. I wipe them across her sopping-wet hole, soaking up her juices. I bring them to my nose and inhale deeply before folding them snugly and tucking them back into my pocket with a grin. I tug Mom's skirt down and 'smooth' it out across her ass while pulling her to me for another steamy kiss.

When I break the kiss, I say, "Now, I have a memento, and you get to be naughty without panties at work the rest of the afternoon. When you get home, I'm going to fuck my Mom so hard she may have trouble walking this weekend." I grin broadly at my final bold statement.

Mom's face is priceless at my pronouncement that she won't be wearing panties the rest of the day. But when I tell her I plan on fucking the shit out of her when she gets home, her grin matches mine. After a final kiss, we sit down to lunch. I seat Mom first, then serve our lunches, Mom first of course. We sit and slurp our noodles happily as we stare into each other's eyes.

Several forkfuls in a thought hits me, and I step over to the door, unlock it, and open it. Returning, I grin at Mom and say, "It might seem odd we have the door locked, and the smell of sex in here might arouse suspicion. I figured better let the room breathe." Mom giggles around a fresh forkful of noodles.

As we near the midpoint of our meals, we get a surprise visitor, Mr. Hanscom, again. He walks in, slightly surprised that we are still here, but smiles after a few seconds. Sitting near Mom, he joined us at the table, to my chagrin, but I smiled.

"I'm surprised you two are still in here, but it's okay. Jerry got us some bomb Mexican from that joint down the street across from the noodle shop. I can't wait to dig into this huge burrito and couple of tacos."

Mom and I chuckle at his enthusiasm for the Mexican food because we've had it, too, and it Is the bomb. Then I notice he doesn't have a drink. "You don't have a soda or anything, Mr. H. You want me to get something for you?" I offer.

He smiles again and says, "I have some iced tea and sodas in my mini fridge in my office. It would be great if you'd grab me something to wash this down. Use that door right there. It goes directly into my office."

"Yes, sir. What would you like to go with that food?" I say, standing to go.

He grins, "How about a beer." Then laughs at both my and Mom's surprised responses.

I recover quickly with a grin in return. "Yes, sir." I step into his office and return a minute later but stop listening at the door.

"So how is it going with this new guy you're seeing, Myrt? Is it possible you might accept my date offer soon?" Hanscom asks.

Mom's face goes a little stiff at the abrupt question. Then she smiles before saying, "Nope. It's going really well. I expect to spend the whole weekend in his company. We were always around the same area, seeing each other often, but something remarkable happened. We ended up talking, and it just felt right. So, I'm going to see how far this goes. I genuinely appreciate your interest, but I have to see this through. This feels like the solution to my loneliness and missing my husband all this time. Sorry to disappoint you, Terry."

I then step into the door intentionally to pretend I just bumped into it, returning with an 'Oof' to alert them that I was arriving. I see Hanscom's brief disappointment, but I see that he understands and smiles at Mom with a polite nod.

"Here you go, Mr. H.," I say, setting the beer next to his food. I then retake my seat and dig back into the rest of my food. Pretending I know nothing about what was said. Mom and I finish minutes later, leaving the boss to finish his meal. Mom walks me out to the sales floor to say goodbye for now. I watched the sales crew watch Mom from the corner of my eye. More than a few watched Mom's ass swish through, none more than I did, but much less obviously.

We hugged and kissed cheeks chastely before I headed home. As we hugged, though, I whispered, "MILF." Mom giggled quietly, and out loud, I said, "See you at home, Mom. Love you."

"Love you too, Danny." Mom smiles and then turns to head back to her office, the sway to her hips returning. I turn away, grinning at Mom's less-than-subtle tease. The sales guys notice it, too, some licking their lips unconsciously. I chuckle more as I push out the door into the brilliant afternoon sunshine. I put on my Ray Bans and walk to the subway for the ride home.

I decided to make dinner again, so I got off the subway a stop sooner than we usually would. I then walked towards our apartment, stopping at a neighborhood grocery between here and home. I first talked to the owner lady about my plans for dinner and asked her advice on a simple yet special meal.

After the spaghetti, I didn't want pasta again, and with today's shrimp, I decided against a fish dish. I went with her suggestion and was soon on my way home with the makings and a shit-eating grin on my face.

When I arrived, I put everything in the fridge or on the counter as appropriate. Then, I went back out to a couple of nearby neighborhood shops and acquired a few more things for that night's seduction of Mom. I was back home in about an hour, and I started by stripping my bed and putting one of my recent purchases onto the bed. I finished by slipping the bedspread back on to hide my new addition for now. Next, I placed a warmer near the bed and put some liquid inside so it was nice and warm for Mom's arrival home. I staged a couple of towels near the bed, too. I set a few of our emergency candles about the room for mood lighting with matches nearby. With everything preset for later, I flopped onto the couch to binge-watch a few episodes of Dexter.

Chapter 4 - Friday night fun

After a couple of hours, I got up and started making the dinner I had planned. I started with the garden salad I had decided on. Then, I started the meal's hardest part: sauteed summer squash and sweet onion. After slicing the squash and cutting the onion into wedges before adding both to the pan, I threw a generous amount of butter in the pan. After it melted partially, I tossed in the squash and onion, alternating to get a good mix as it started cooking.

As it neared time for Mom to arrive home, I pulled an open bottle of Mom's wine from the fridge and poured her a glass. Minutes later, I heard keys in the front door before it opened and Mom coming in. I dropped the meat into another frying pan before stepping out to meet Mom with her wine. Plus, a huge kiss and hug, maybe a little ass-grabbery. Mom giggled as my hand grabbed her butt while the other slid behind her neck to pull her to me for a deep kiss. Her arms slipped around my back, her one hand carefully holding her wine away slightly as she leaned in to return my kiss.'

"Dinner is almost ready. Make yourself comfortable on the couch for the moment, and I will call you when it's ready."

I peck Mom on the cheek again, then swat her butt playfully, getting her moving towards the couch with a little squeal and a giggle. I head right to the stove and flip the meat. I give the squash a quick stir before grabbing the chilling salad and dressing from the fridge. I pulled out plates, bowls, and silverware, setting the table. I pull out a large glass, fill it with milk, and place it in my sitting. I pull the squash and meat off the heat and plate both parts, recovering the remainder to maintain the warmth.

Satisfied that dinner is ready, I walk into the living room to get Mom. "Dinner is ready, fair lady," I say in a horrible fake British accent, reaching out to help her up. Mom giggles again, and I like it when she does that. It makes her seem young again. She accepts my hand, and I pull her lightly to her feet and more firmly into my arms for a smoking hot kiss.

When we came up for air, I said, "I love you, Mom. I couldn't have had a better woman for the job. And now I get to add no better girlfriend...Myrt." We both looked at each other, our heads cocked to the side before I said, "Nope, that doesn't feel right. I'll stick with Mom. It's a little naughtier that way, too." She smiles before starting to laugh, and I join her.

"I like naughty, Baby. But I smell a wonderful meal. Can we eat now?"

"Yes, Dear." We chuckle again as we step over to the dining table. I seat Mom again and then moved directly to setting her plate before her. She looks down and sees the lovely meal before her. I have served a favorite of ours we rarely have, lamb chops. With the side salad served in the bowl awaiting dressing. And the caramelized squash and onion sitting beside it is cooked perfectly. I grabbed mine, poured myself milk, topped off Mom's wine, and sat as well.

"This looks fantastic, Danny. What made you decide to cook this? Is it a special occasion I don't remember?" Mom asks, appreciation warring with confusion on her face.

"After lunch today, and you're letting Terry down again, I figured you deserved a nice meal. Thanks. Besides, dinner is just the beginning of our weekend." After I say my piece, I smile at Mom with as much love, and probably a little lust, in my eyes. I take her hand and give it a light squeeze. Mom smiles back, love and lust in her eyes but a little curiosity, too.

We dig in and thoroughly enjoy the meal I prepared, as well as the extraordinary company we share. When we finish, I send Mom back to the living room to get the TV ready for our pre-primetime gameshows. I put the leftovers away and pre-rinsed the dishes, leaving them until later to clean. I joined Mom on the couch and cuddled up with her. After the first show, I noticed that she kept flexing her feet. I know her feet get tired after all day in heels. Without a word, I slide back, swing her feet into my lap, and start massaging them gently yet firmly.

After a few minutes, Mom says, "Oh, that feels wonderful, Danny. Are you trying to butter me up?" She grins warmly with a little devious look to it.

"Would that be bad if I was?" I respond. Moving my hands further up her legs to massage her calves next.

"Mmm. No, I guess not." Mom replies, enjoying the warmth and feel of my hands soothing her tired legs.

I continue working her calves until I move up further to her thighs, specifically her inner thighs. Soon enough, I have my thumb rubbing Mom's pussy through her panties for a minute. She moans lightly as I continue to rub her lightly. My final move is to slip my fingers under panties rubbing her clit directly. Mom's breathing is ragged, and before long, she cums, having a minor orgasm. My fingers are wet as I slip them from her directly into my mouth. I moan, tasting Mom's pussy for the first time tonight.

When Mom recovers, I slide her feet from my lap before standing and offering her another hand. When she stands, I kiss her tenderly again, and she immediately reciprocates. We stand there for a minute, lips locked into an inescapable kiss filled with desire. We couldn't be happier.

When we separate, I say, "Time for the next part of our night, Mom. Come with me." I lead her into her bedroom and undress her slowly. I take care by setting her blouse and skirt aside for later hanging in her closet. I return to her and kiss her with passion on the lips before moving down her neck and slipping her bra strap from her shoulder. I then repeat these actions on the other side. Mom's breathing is becoming more rapid. Her hands flutter at her waist at first before lightly stroking my chest tenderly.

Next, I slip my hands around her, kissing her lips once more, and pop her bra, tugging it down and allowing it to drop to the floor. I reach with both hands, take a breast in each hand, and massage them gently. After a minute, I let my thumbs stroke across her nipples, causing them to harden and become filled with blood and highly sensitive. Mom moans lightly as I continue to rub them in slow circles, occasionally rubbing directly across them.

When I don't think she can take anymore, I lean down and take her right nipple into my mouth and suckle. I alternate pulling softly with a firmer pull, all while licking in seemingly random patterns. I'm actually spelling the alphabet out. When I reach Z, I switch breasts--repeating what I did before. When I reach Z again, I pull off and drop to my knees, still caressing her breasts. When I get to my knees, I see and smell Mom's arousal. I move my hands down across Mom's tummy, heading for her wonderful hips and the skirt anchored there.