'What difference does that make? I like 'em on the mature side.'
She threw back her head and laughed heartily. 'Will you look at him now! Makin' a pass at me when he's just barely out of his diapers and don't know how to use the thing yet except to pee through.'
Sam's ears reddened a little bit, but he just sat and smiled at her, shaking his head from side to side and brushing his full lips across the rim of the coffee mug which he held in his hands. He looked out at her from under his thick black eyelashes and let her have her joke.
She chuckled and put her fists on her hips and looked at him with her head tilted to one side. 'No, maybe I'm wrong. You ain't sputterin' and braggin' about how many girls you've laid. Maybe you ain't so wet behind the ears after all. God knows, we didn't wait around 'til we was twenty-one in my day, and I bet things haven't changed much since then. Come on, handsome stud like you, tell me how many girls you've screwed.'
He continued to look at her from under his lashes, the corners of his mouth turned up in a little half-smile. 'Just two,' he said.
'Now I believe you are tellin' me the truth. Just two, huh? That's too bad. A fine good-lookin' boy like you! Just gettin' started, ain't you? I bet those girls didn't know no more about it than you did. No wonder you're sniffin' around this old bag. You know a woman, a real woman, could teach you a few things no skinny-assed girl would ever think of, don't you?'
'A guy could learn a lot from you,' he said softly, grinning at her.
She leaned over the counter top and put her hand up to his hair, twisting a bit of it around her finger. She was showing him the ample proportions of her big, full, rich tits.
'You want to learn a few lessons tonight, sonny?' she said, looking at his ear and avoiding his eyes.
'Sure,' he said in a harsh whisper.
She giggled. 'I get off work in about fifteen minutes, stud. You think you can last that long?'
'I've waited a long, long time for this. I guess I can wait fifteen more minutes,' he said.
'Drink your coffee up. I'll take you back to my trailer when I get finished here.'
She went back to work on the grill, scrubbing it as fast as she could and cleaning up the rest of the place. The other waitress came over and took a look at him. She whispered something to his mom about robbing the cradle, and the two women laughed. She kept glancing back at him while she worked, as if to make sure that he was still there, but there was something else in her eyes, a look of searching.
She came back over to where he was sitting just before she finished up. She leaned way over the counter and whispered to him, 'You got a big one, sonny?' She giggled again.
'So big I don't know how I'm going to get up off this stool,' he said.
She was delighted. 'Having a hard time?'
'You know it!'
'I'll get us a sack of doughnuts to take back with us. You can carry it in front of you.'
'Better make it a big sack,' he said.
She pinched his cheek and winked. 'Oh, you boy! You're a fresh one, ain't you?'
She finally finished up her work and handed him the sack of doughnuts. He really did need it, too. His cock was down the leg of his pants and trapped there. He wasn't hard all the way, but he had enough of a boner to show off the size of the donkey dong he had inherited from his poppa.
He had been watching her all that time, taking an inventory of her figure. She wasn't much taller than Mary Lou, but her figure was very full and lush. Her tits were even bigger than Cindy's – big soft pillows of tits. Her waist was still neat and small, but her hips rolled with the fullness and femininity of a mature woman. He reckoned her age to be about thirty-four or five. She was a long way from being an old bag, but she was no teenager either. She was in fine shape, a hell of a good-looking woman.
He was excited about the whole business, just of the idea of meeting her and finding out about who his mother was. But there was the even more exciting idea of going to bed with her, of fucking his own mom! Not many guys ever had a chance to do that! And not many guys had mom's who were as good-looking and sexy as his! He giggled to himself.
He was still trying to figure out whether he should go to bed with her first, or tell her who he was. She might not want to fuck him if she knew that he was her son. He wanted to be able to say that he was a real, honest-to- God motherfucker, but he didn't want to do her dirty, either. He didn't want to get her upset and unhappy if she thought that it was bad. He couldn't make up his mind, but he wasn't thinking too clearly anyway.
She unlocked the door of the trailer and led him in. The place featured a large unmade bed at one end. She motioned for him to sit down on the end of it while she went to the little refrigerator. 'You want a beer?' she asked.
'No, no thank you,' he said.
'You mind if I have one?'
'No, not at all.' He sat there watching her, the words, 'Mom, Mom, Mom,' pounding through his head the whole time. She came back with the beer and sat down beside him.
He felt like he ought to tell her who he was, but she kept him busy asking him little questions and patting him on his leg while she drank her beer. She put her arm around his shoulders and ran her fingers over his broad back and played with his ear, blowing in it and tickling him. He was getting very aroused in spite of his worries. She really knew how to turn a boy on, and before he realized what he was doing, he was stroking her big tits and working his fingers under her bra.
'Let me get another beer, Stevie – didn't you say your name was? Then we can get more comfortable.'
She gave him a wink and got another beer out of the refrigerator, offering him one again. This time he accepted her offer. His mouth was getting very dry. One thing was becoming very clear: she wasn't acting like a hooker toward him. She might charge some of the other men she entertained, but she hadn't mentioned any presents, and she was taking her own sweet time and having as much fun or more than he was. She just seemed to be getting off on the idea of taking this guy to bed and teaching him all she knew about fucking.
She stood by the sink and sipped at her beer and began to undress casually, keeping her eyes on him and watching his reaction as she stripped. She took her blouse off and unhooked her bra. Her big jugs were the biggest he had ever seen. They didn't hang down too much either. They didn't stand right up in the air like Cindy's or Mary Lou's did, but they weren't knee-knockers, either.
She fingered her big pink nipples and made them stand up for him. His mouth was hanging open with his desire to taste them and suck them into his mouth. Those were the same tits that he had sucked when he was just a tiny baby boy, and now he was going to get to suck on them while he slid his big, man-sized cock up her cunt. The thought turned him on so much that he was soon throwing a rod in his pants.
She unhooked her skirt and unzipped it, stepping out of it with just a pair of undies on and a thing around her hips that held her stockings up. He had never seen one of those before. She put her foot up on the end of the bed and began unhooking her hose from the garter belt. As she rolled her stockings down, his hand went up to touch the soft flesh of her thigh, and he reached for her big tits.
'Wait, wait,' she said coyly. 'Let Mom see what a surprise you have for her before you get any more treats.'
His heart leaped right into his mouth, and his eyes went wide until he realized that she was just kidding. She hadn't recognized who he was. Still, the way she had said 'Mom' made his heart pound with excitement.
She began to unbutton his shirt, and he raised his arms to let her pull it and his T-shirt off. Her fingers wandered over his chest. Then her hands strayed down to his crotch, and his cock leaped up at her touch. 'My, my, you feel big all right.' She gestured for him to stand up. 'Let's see what you got in there, sonny.'
She sat down on the end of the bed as he stood in front of her while she began to unfasten his pants and pull them down. She pulled his jeans down to his knees, and his huge prong jutted out under his underwear. Her hands went to it, feeling it through his shorts.
'God!' she murmured. 'You're big! Big as… as a guy I used to know.' She quickly tore his shorts off his hips, pulling the waistband out to free his hard dong.
'I, I got something to tell you,' he said in a strangled voice. He could barely form the words with his lips, he was so hot and horny and yet scared that she would stop if he told her what he knew.
She looked at his cock like she had never seen a prong on a man before in her life. She stared at it for the longest time, fondling it in her hands and pushing the foreskin back, cupping his balls in her hands. When she looked up at him, her eyes were as big as saucers. She looked long at his face, amazement in her eyes, her lips
