There was a stir in the restaurant that caused me to look up from my menu. My sense of pride swelled up as well as my cock. The woman that was causing the mini commotion was my very own 45 year old mother!
"Sir, would you like to order now?"
I dismissed the waitress with a wave of my hand. All I wanted to do, right now, was drink in the sight of my mother. So did a lot of other guys but that was o.k. with me. I liked it when other men stared at her.
My mother was wearing a short skirt that showed almost all of her thighs. The high heels she was wearing made her at least 6 inches taller. The halter top she had on made it hard to look at her face when she was talking.
I didn't plan on doing much talking to my mother after we finished dinner. My plans were to tie her, gag her and fuck her, in that order. I couldn't wait to get her spread eagled on the king sized bed in the hotel suite that was waiting for us, just down the street.
All through dinner, my mother teased me with her breasts that were just BARELY contained by the halter top that she was wearing. The fact that it was now fall and way too cold for a halter top only made it more exciting. She teased me with a hundred different questions about what I was going to do to her when we got to our room.
"Honey, are you going to put a gag in my mouth, when we get to the room?"
"Yes, mom, I am going to gag you with my hands." "That's what they call a 'handgag', isn't it?"
"Yes, mom. That's where I cover your mouth with my hand and keep you from talking or screaming. That's why they call it a handgag."
This erotic banter went on for the rest of the meal. I just hoped that my hard-on wouldn't show when my mother and I left the table. She pulled out a length of chord from her purse.
"Honey, when we get to the elevator, if we're alone, wrap this chord around my throat. I've been having this rape fantasy."
"Mom, if I'm the one that's going to dominate you, then I have to decide what to do to you and when. Just relax. Besides, you always have that rape fantasy. We both do. I promise to treat you rough. Allright?"
Mom smiled at me over her third glass of wine as she drank it down. I watched her throat as she swallowed the wine. My neck fetish was kicking into high gear. She knew this and pretended to be looking at something on the ceiling and stretched her beautiful slender throat out so that I could get a good look.
That was it. I got the check. The waitress asked us if we wanted desert. Mom and I both giggled. We wanted desert but not the kind that the waitress was thinking about.
A few minutes later, the cab dropped us off at the hotel. We had to wait until we got inside the room before we were alone. The staff in the lobby were looking down their noses at us because they were sure that my mother was a hooker.
I started our rape fantasy out in high gear. The second after the door to our room was closed and locked behind us, my hands closed around my mother's sexy throat and squeezed.
"Uuullgghhhh. Use the chord."
Mom held out the chord that she wanted me to choke her with. I laughed to myself. Just like a mother, I thought. Even when she's being play raped by her son, she's still trying to run the show.
I wrapped the cord around mom's throat and pulled tight. I got hard as I watched her hands flail in the air. I listened as the strangling sounds came out of her gasping mouth.
