Hillary awoke with Carl trying to get between her legs. She glanced at the clock and saw there was 10 minutes before the alarm would go off. 10 minutes before her husband would be rushing to shower, dress and eat a modest breakfast before kissing her goodbye. Certainly not enough time for a proper fuck, she thought, as she reached for his cock and guided it to her.
Of late, it seemed to be the norm. She grunted sharply with a short sigh to imply, "really"! as he shoved into her dry pussy. She knew the prospect was for a "wham bam, thank you ma'am - take care of you later" fuck. She closed her eyes and accepted her fate. Having a rich and powerful husband who ruled his domain like a king, was the downside to being cared for and wallowing in luxury. Letting him fuck his lovely 38-year-old wife on a moments notice was the least she could do, moaning at the appropriate times. She could and would masturbate later.
As her husband moaned and grunted into her ear, Hillary remembered that her 19-year-old son was still in the house, readying himself for his freshman year at Southern Cal. He would be expecting breakfast shortly after she fed her husband and saw him off. Carl, at 58, golfed, played racquetball and swam with his son, keeping him fit and trim and able to shoot off in a timely nine minutes. She received a light kiss on her nose and a "thank you" as her husband moved off her and the alarm went off.
In their separate bathrooms, Hillary showered and dried off quickly, grabbing a lightweight, dark blue, silk house grown out of her closet. She gave no thought that the garment, though falling mid-leg, was cut to show off much her amply breast cleavage. She left her natural red, Cleopatra style haircut mostly damp as she left the bedroom for the kitchen. Her nakedness under the grown was on purpose as her husband would no doubt feel her up at every opportunity. She tolerated his groping, even in front of their son, as it piqued his interest and his mind centered on what he had at home. Normally, she would have changed before preparing breakfast for her son, but time had gone unnoticed.
"Morning mom!" Scott said, surprising his mother as she was bent over retrieving fruit from the large refrigerator. He popped her smartly on the ass as he passed.
"I've told you about that, young man!" She criticized. "You're picking up your dad's bad habits."
"Sorry, mom." Scott apologize adding, "I couldn't resist that bright red target."
"Where do you see red!" Hillary retorted, looking around at her posterior. Her son was early and she realized she had not changed her sexy grown yet. The thought was dismissed as quickly as it had came.
Scott chuckled. His mother was a beautiful woman but she was scatterbrained. He often thought she should have been a blonde due to her gullibility. She had been guarded most of her life by family and husband and was naive to the ways of the world. Scott was constantly playing jokes on her.
When she approached the table to set the fruit in front of him he was instantly aware of the amount of breast his mother was showing with the sexy garment. When she turned to get his coffee his hand went to his crotch for a brief few moments. He had showered and was wearing only cotton shorts and a T-shirt.
The pancakes came next and as usual she took a seat across front of him to have her own cup of coffee. His eyes studied her intently as he ate the pancakes.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She queried. "What are you looking at?"
"Your breasts are absolutely gorgeous, mom." Scott brazenly said.
Hillary frowned, looked down at the extent of her nudity, and pulled the fabric closer together. Being cut as it was, it was a useless attempt to cover herself.
"I forgot to change. I dressed like this for your father." She offered. "I usually change before you get up, but, still, you should not be looking at my breasts. I'm your mother!"
"You may be my mother, but you are a beautiful woman and I'm a guy. And, I happen to prefer the older woman." Scott offered back. He had dropped his left hand to his crotch. "A nipple is showing." He said teasingly, smiling and pointing at her exposed nipple with his fork.
"What are you doing with your hand?" Hillary queried, toying with her earring with her right hand, as she, without concern, covered her nipple, pulling the grown with her left hand.
"I'm rubbing a hard-on." Scott returned pushing the envelope. "Your breasts and seeing that nipple, are very erotic and arousing."
"You're hard! Oh my God! If I am bothering you that much, I will go right now and change into something else. Something more modest and motherly perhaps."
"I'm just playing with you mom." Scott said, somewhat alarmed at his mother's attempt to rise. "I'll behave. Finish your coffee." He removed his hand from his crotch.
"You're going to behave yourself, right?" She challenged. "Looking at my tits! I'm your mother for crying out loud! I like other men thinking I'm sexy. But not you! Scott, what has gotten into you! I should be able to walk around nude and you should not pay any attention to me."
Scott smiled and shook his head at his mother being that naïve. He thought it a sin for a woman to be so beautiful, but so simple minded. He felt lucky she was his mother and he could look at any time her wanted, within reason, of course. But, he had not masturbated this morning as he often did and he was feeling especially horny and adventuresome.
"What are you smiling at?" She challenged.
"The thought of seeing you naked." He returned with a laugh.
"What is wrong with you, young man!" Hillary charged, shooting her face forward, her eyebrows lifted. "Do you understand that I am your mother and you should not be thinking about me that way! Seeing me naked! You have girlfriends. I know you have bedded one or more of them. You're too much like your dad. One woman is just like the other. They have the same parts."
Scott rose from his chair and Hillary immediately saw the bulge in his thin cotton shorts.
Scott walked around the table and stood in front of his mother, rubbing his crotch with his left hand once more.
"I've have my share. Women are women but they are endowed quite differently. Do you think all cocks are the same, mom?" He quizzed.
"Scott! You are acting crazy. Stop that! Goddd! You're rubbing your cock in front of your mother. You're embarrassing me! Maybe you should go to your bed room and take care of that."
"Do you think all cocks are the same?" Scott repeated his question. "Answer the question, mom."
"Of course not. Some are longer than others. Some are thicker. Except for magazines, I've only seen one real cock. That's your father's." She lied.
"Trust me, mom. There are pretty women and there are ugly woman. I think their pussy's reflect their prettiness. You're unbelievably pretty, so you must have a beautiful pussy."
"Why are you talking like that to me, Scott!" She exclaimed shaking her head. "I'm your mother! You should not be talking to me like that. You are getting me... Upset!"
"Upset, mad, or, upset, aroused?" Scott queried.
"That's not fair. You don't understand!" She fretted, cutting herself off.
"What don't I understand, mom?"
"Your father did it to me this morning and I didn't have an orgasm. He is always in such a hurry, he does that to me constantly. Oh my! I shouldn't be telling you this. I'm your mother!"
"You want to see my cock, mom?" Scott asked, but did not wait for an answer as he lowered the top of his cotton shorts, letting his 7 1/2 inch, thick cock spring forward. He stroked it slowly with his left hand.
"Oh my! Oh my goodness!" Hillary nervously exclaimed, her breathing increasing, showing her concern, she, trying mightily to look away from the ample cock in front of her. Much too close to her face.
"Do you think I have a nice cock?" He asked then offered. "Why don't you touch it?"
"It is a very nice cock." Hillary answered. "But I'm not going to touch that thing. You're my son. Why are you asking me to do such a thing?"
"Come on, mom. You know you want to. And my hand is getting tired. Why don't you give me a rest?"
Hillary sat staring for long, long moments. The temptation was strong. Finally, she folded and slowly reached with fingers outstretched, hesitated, drawing her hand back, putting her fingers to her lips, reaching again, retracting her hand again, but finally putting her fingers on her son's cock, toying with it timidly.
Scott removed his hand and his mother timidly wrapped her hand around his shaft and began stroking it slowly.
"How does it compare to dad's?" Scott queried.
"Much better." Hillary replied, then continued with her voice turning to a devilish tone. "If this was your dad's or, right this second, another man's cock I'd take this thing in my mouth and suck it until my mouth was filled with cum. I'd suck every drop out of it! But you're my son." She finished, her voice returning to normal.
"How about just taking a little taste?" Scott coached. "See it leaking."
Hillary looked up at her son with disdain in her gaze. "Then, will you be satisfied?"
"Of course, mom." Scott lied.
Hillary hesitantly moved her head forward to lick the oozing cum and then took the domed head of her son's cock into her mouth. Hillary was a good cock sucker, actually enjoyed it. She had been coached by her mother and older sister, with the use of a dildo, telling her it was a way to hook the rich man she was desiring to marry. If anyone needed every advantage to obtain a luxurious lifestyle, it was Hillary.
