I stayed away from the house for the next few days, not wishing to have the old man get a whiff of what was going on under the roof he was still paying for.Nevertheless, I thought about Mom a lot, and how I had satisfied her. I imagined dear old dad poking methodically away at her, then rolling his sweaty ass off to his side of the bed and falling asleep. That would be about his style. Now, mom knew how it was to have her pussy properly worked, and that was reward enough for me. Not that there weren't other satisfactions. She was forty two, but Mom was a hands-down piece of ass. I was thinking ahead to our next rendezvous.
It didn't matter so much if Cliff (the esteemed patriarch) was home or not. His nightly routine was slowly boozing his way into a stupor on some expensive brandy or port, while watching the tube. Still, it wouldn't hurt for him to disappear for a day or two. Then we could have the run of the house. He's a C.O.O. for a retail chain. He knows how to market shit on a mass scale. I suppose he's gifted that way. Anyway, he pretty regularly packs a bag and goes off to some outlet in the tri-state area to shake things up a bit, or whatever.
About a week after our historic fuck fest, I buttonholed Mom in the laundry room in the basement. She was folding clothes and listening to Tony Bennett on the CD player. I quietly slipped my arms around her waist from behind, and pressed myself into the soft flesh of her ass.
She jumped. "Oh! Conner!"
Of course, she knew it was me. I didn't let go of her, but she swiveled in my arms and faced me.
"We shouldn't take chances like this, sweetie." she whispered.
"What are you whispering for? He's upstairs in a trance. Some John Wayne movie." I gently backed her up so that her butt rested against the dryer. I felt myself growing as I pressed into her, and I felt her legs trembling against me.
I kissed her on the forehead.
"Hey. It's break time, sweet ass." I said, and she smiled at the now familiar endearment.
She wore a housedress that buttoned up the front, and I worked the top ones loose.
"Goodness! What lovely teats!" I said, and leaned forward to kiss them where they were presented above her bra. I lifted them up from below, and sucked gently on them, first one, then the other. Her nipples stiffened noticeably in my hands.
"Conner, I really don't think..."
I reached up under her dress and, with one quick movement, yanked her panties down until they encircled her knees. Mom gasped and looked toward the door at the top of the stairs.
"Relax, Mom. The last time he came down here was when he bought the place."
I could smell her cunt now, and she softened somewhat in my arms. I kissed her on the mouth, and with my foot pushed the panties to the floor. Mom responded hungrily to my lips and I could feel her stepping out of her underwear. She certainly did look sexy with her clothes in disarray. I chewed softly on her lower lip and ran my hands up along the sides of her thighs.
"You've been working hard, my dear." I said, pressing hard into her. "I'd say you deserve a nice fuck break."
Mom was moaning now, and my dick was running out of room in my pants. She dropped the slipper from one foot, and her leg wrapped around mine, hugging it.
I undid my buckle and unzipped. My pants bunched up onto the floor.
