Chapter 10 Mother and Daughter Reunion
While Cynthia and I waited at the restaurant to meet her mother, my mind began to wander to my favorite subject, namely sex. My daydream began to center on my meeting with Mandy's virginal friend last week. I was becoming aroused, as I remembered how I had initiated Dedee into the pleasures of sex. My pleasant reverie was broken, when Cynthia elbowed me in the ribs.
"I know what you are thinking when you get that look on your face! Try not to think of sex for a few minutes! My mother just walked into the restaurant." Pointing to an attractive blonde on the other side of the room, Cynthia said, "There she is." As the woman approached, Cynthia stood saying, Hi mom! How are you? I want you to meet a friend of mine. Mother, this is John. John this is my mother, Wanda Lustte."
Throwing her arms around my neck, Wanda pressed her ample bosom into my face exclaiming, "I'm so glad to meet you! Cyn and I have similar tastes in friends; so I'm sure we will become close."
With my face buried between Wanda's breasts, I returned her greeting, mumbleing, "It is a pleasure to meet you. I can feel us becoming closer already."
As Wanda and Cynthia chatted; catching up on all the news; I was able to scrutinize the two women, comparing their attributes. Wanda was about 5 feet 6 inches tall, with short blonde hair like her daughter. She was not as well endowed in the breast department as Cynthia, but she had more than a handful. Cynthia was taller, with wide hips; while Wanda was slimmer, with a smaller butt.
Both women wore short tight skirts; revealing lots of shapely, hose covered leg. Cynthia wore a tight, see through blouse; with strategically placed pockets. Wanda's blouse was opaque; with a plunging neck line that revealed an ample amount of cleavage. The way her nipples were clearly outlined against the material of her blouse made me think she did not wear a bra, but I could see a hint of purple lace at her cleavage.
"Are you ready to order supper?" Cynthia asked; looking from me to her mother.
"Yes. I'm famished. I would like a large, piping hot male organ; with lots of cream sauce; garnished with nuts." Wanda laughed; giving me a provocative stare.
"O mother; you're so rude!" Cynthia exclaimed in mock horror; rolling her eyes and throwing up her hands. "All you old girls think about is big hard cocks." With a mischievous look on her face; Cynthia leaned toward her mother saying, "If you're good; I'll let you have some of John's banana for desert. It's fat and long; just the way you like them. A perfect banana for your split. Now we have to order some real food to eat."
When we had all ordered; Wanda turned to Cynthia asking, "How about a small sample of desert? I promise not to let it ruin my supper." Wanda laughed; looking from Cynthia to me.
"O mother; you're incorrigible!" Cynthia laughed; looking around. "Well maybe you can have a little sample, but don't get greedy and embarrass me. I don't want to get thrown out of the restaurant until I have finished eating." Cynthia smirked; sliding her hand beneath the table.
When Cynthia's hand reached my lap; she unfastened my trousers; withdrawing my rapidly growing penis. With a few deft strokes; Cynthia brought my manhood to full erection. I made sure to keep well under the table; so passing waiters would not glimpse what Cynthia was doing to my erection. All this attention was going to make it difficult for me to concentrate on eating my meal.
"Slip your hand under the table and grab hold." Cynthia suggested; giving her mother a lascivious wink. You will not be able to handle the entire thing; as it takes two hands to handle a whopper." Cynthia giggled; breaking into a wide grin; unable to keep a straight face.
"I'm anxious to try." Wanda replied; sliding her hand under the table. Finding my rigid pole; Wanda took a firm hold exclaiming, "My god, Cyn! You didn't lie! It is a whopper! Does it come with lots of special sauce?"
My whopper was starting to feel excited; as Wanda's hand caused my pre ejaculate to ooze from the tip. This was not doing my ability to eat much good. I dropped a fork full of chicken on my napkin; as Wanda's hand milked me beneath the material. The way she slid her fist up and down my shaft was getting me hot. When she rotated her thumb over the slit in the head of my cock, I could feel the sperm churning in my balls. This woman knew how to pump my penis.
I could not hold out any longer. Dropping my fork on the plate; I began to squirt my seed into Wanda's hand. What an unbelievable feeling. Shooting a load of spunk into an attractive older woman's hand, while surrounded by a room full of diners and waiters was incredibly erotic. I could feel Wanda's fingers draw more juice from my balls, then I had ever shot before.
Taking her hand from below the table; Wanda brought it to her coffee; allowing some of the thick, white juice to dribble in; saying, "I love fresh cream with my coffee." Moving her still glistening finger tips to her lips, she licked them saying, "Yes, your special sauce tastes magnificent. This taste was only an appetizer. I can hardly wait for a mouth full." I turned red when Wanda boldly hailed the hovering waiter asking, "Do you have another napkin? John seems to have spilled some cream sauce all over his lap and we need to clean him up."
