given time. It didn't impress him all that much. What really excited him was being able to fuck his beautiful, hot and sexy mother, and do it as often as he wanted to. That would really be something!
'I hope your mother isn't going to take all night getting dressed,' said Bert Preston to his son. 'I have a table reserved at the restaurant, but we don't want to have to hurry through the meal, in order to meet the Emersons at the theater.'
'We have plenty of time, Dad,' Manley assured him.
They had been watching the news on TV and as usual, Bert had been giving his son his views on politics. He always talked politics, never sex with his son. Manley thought that was humorous. His mother talked sex with him, never politics.
Suddenly his mother called down the stairs to him. 'Manly, let your father settle the affairs of the world. Come up her and talk to me.'
Manley grinned and obediently went up the stairs to the bathroom where his mother was. He expected she wanted him to do up the zipper on the back of her dress. He liked it when she let him do things like that for her. Often she left her bra unfastened, just so he could have the fun of doing it up. That always involved him adjusting it for her and feeling around her boobs, to make sure he had it so that it was comfortable for her. Maybe some day she'd let him put her panties on for her too. He'd really like that, and most likely she would also.
But when he got to the bathroom, he found his mother standing there completely naked, combing her hair in front of the mirror. Manley's cock stiffened inside his pants and it quivered as he gazed at her. He came up behind her and touched the cheeks of her bare ass with his fingers.
He felt a little nervous. After all, his father was just downstairs in the living room. He moved his hands around his mother and felt her boobs. She sighed and her reflection in the mirror smiled back at him. His hand moved lower and caressed the soft but firm flesh of her belly. He marveled that she was as flat there as a teenage girl. His hand went lower still, until his fingers were in her pussy hair. He kissed her shoulder.
She smiled at him and said, almost in a whisper. 'Of all nights for your father to come home on time. I would have liked to have had a little time alone with you, before we went out!'
'He had to come home when he did,' Manley explained, also in a low voice. 'We're going out to dinner, then meeting the Emersons after.'
As he leaned over her shoulder, she turned her head toward him and they kissed. He was so hot for her he couldn't hold back any longer. He had to take a chance. Quickly he unzipped his pants and hauled out his cock, poking her with it in the crack of her ass. He would shove it up under her bum and into her cunt. He would fuck her doggy fashion, as she bent over, with her elbows on the vanity sink. The head of his prick touched the lips of her cunt. It was warm and slick with her moisture. That thrilled him, knowing his mother was hot and ready for him. He pushed, sinking the bulbous-shaped head in past the lips of her cunt. He pushed again and went in deeper. His mother sighed and her ass began to undulate against him. He went in still deeper. Then he heard his father on the stairs.
Frantically he pulled back, stuffed his cock back into his pants and did up his zipper.
Bert came into the bathroom and saw his wife naked. 'Patricia! How can you walk around like that, in front of your son? Have you no shame?'
'Darling, what's so terrible about Manley seeing me naked? I'm his mother,' said Patricia, making it all sound so innocent. 'Do you think he's going to get lewd and lascivious thoughts about me, just because he's free to gaze at my feminine charms?'
'Patricia! Don't talk like that,' Bert told her. 'Our son should not be seeing you when you're naked.'
Patricia looked at her husband, taunting him. 'All his life he's seen me naked. When he was born, he came out from between my legs. And for the first two years of his life he sucked on my bare titties. When I bathed him, I got into the tub with him.'
'Yes, right up until he was ten, when I insisted that you stop it,' said Bert.
Patricia smiled a secret little smile. She could truthfully say that she never got into the tub with her son again, after her husband told her not to. But that was because from that day on, she and her son took showers together. At least for a few years more.
'Now if I were naked in front of somebody else, another woman's eighteen-year-old son, you'd have cause to complain,' Patricia argued. 'But there's nothing wrong with being naked in front of my own son. Do you think the sight of his naked mother is going to turn him on?'
'Patricia!'
'If he likes looking at a naked female, if that's what he wants, every teenage girl in this neighborhood would be only too happy to take her clothes off for him,' Patricia went on. 'What's more, I'm sure a good many of them have. The same goes for the Emersons' daughter Sheri. She'd let our son see anything he wants to see, I'll bet. I've seen the way she looks at him. She's so hot for our son it's all she can do to keep her hands off him, when her parents are there.'
'Patricia, this conversation is disgusting,' said Bert. He turned to his son and said, 'You mustn't mind your mother. She gets this way sometimes. She takes a strange delight in going around without any clothes on.' Looking back at his wife, he said, 'Go and get dressed, Patricia.'
Without another word, she went into her bedroom and slipped into a dress with nothing on underneath. She put on her shoes, grabbed a light coat which she put over her arm and said, 'I'm ready.'
In the car she sat in the middle, with her husband driving and with her son on the other side of her, with his arm around her shoulders. As they pulled away, she took his other hand so that it was under the coat she was holding on her lap, then guided it into a pocket of her dress. Only it was a false pocket, a slit, and Manley found his hand inside her dress, next to her skin. Then his fingers were in her pussy hair, touching his mother's cunt. Bert drove on toward downtown.
'Turn right up ahead, Bert,' said Patricia. 'It's such a beautiful moonlight night. We have time. Take a slow drive through the park.'
Manley's father wanted to go directly to the restaurant, but he gave in and they drove leisurely along the scenic park road. His father prattled on about something that took place at the office that day, while Manley had his hand on his mother's cunt, and feeling his own excitement becoming so urgent he could hardly talk.
His mother talked, wittily, continuously, and Manley thought to himself, You won't be able to talk in a few more minutes. But she did, all the time that he was fingering her cunt in the dark, beneath her dress and the coat. He could feel her moving upwards to his touch, opening her legs as far as she dared, without his father noticing it. With her legs parted he could fit his entire hand between her thighs, enclosing her warm, wet snatch, one finger deep inside her pussy-lips.
Then she grew tense under his fingers, stretching herself, and Manley knew his mother was getting off. It was contagious. He shot off his load inside his undershorts, without his cock even being touched.
Manley was so wet he was afraid it might leave a noticeable stain on the front of his slacks, and he knew his mother had to be even worse off. She had no panties on to keep her juices from spreading all over her thighs and into the crack of her ass.
When they entered the restaurant he was glad he was wearing his sport jacket, and he noticed that his mother kept her light coat over her arm in front of her. As soon as they were led to their table, his mother excused herself and went to the ladies room, no doubt to clean herself up. He headed for the men's room, leaving his father seated at the table.
It was an elegant restaurant that didn't skimp of the luxury of its rest rooms. He could lock the door behind him and be assured of privacy at the sink. He dropped his pants and wiped himself and his undershorts with paper towels. Then he washed his cock. When he pulled his undershorts back up, they were damp but in a lot better shape than they had been. On returning to the table, his mother gave him a smile of assurance.
CHAPTER SIX
Paul T. Findley was deep in thought as he browsed through the mountain of documentation Laura Stevens had dumped on his desk. 'You have enough material here for a dozen books,' he said, glancing up at the attractive young woman who sat across from him with a satisfied smile on her face.
