A mother and son’s love blossoms

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Without looking up he replied, “Not that long, I’ve rotated her tires a time or two.”

“That’s nice. She’s a sweet lady so you make sure to take special care of her when she comes in for service,” Lauren said before turning her attention back to her menu.

He almost choked with her statement. He couldn’t help wondering what his mother would think of the nice lady if she knew that said lady had incestuous sex with her son. He also wondered what she would say if she found out that he was fucking her too. It was best not to dwell on that fact he told himself.

Once they finished their meal he left a nice tip, paid their tab and headed out the door with Lauren in the lead. This gave Mark a chance to admire his mother. The dress she wore was a simple brown number with a flower design that hugged her frame just enough to show her curves without being too snug. The hem ended just below mid-thigh giving him an excellent view of her shapely legs. It was while he was looking at them he realized that she wasn’t wearing any stockings or pantyhose. Just as they reached the car he jumped ahead and opened her door for her.

“Allow me to be a gentleman,” he said, executing an exaggerated bow which caused her to laugh out loud.

“Why thank you, kind Sir,” she giggled as she climbed into the seat.

Just as he’d hoped, the hem of her dress rose as she put first one foot in, followed swiftly by the other one. Unfortunately it didn’t rise far enough to satisfy his curiosity about whether she only went without panties when she wore pantyhose, or if she went without them all the time. As he rounded the car to get into the passenger seat he had to adjust his crotch area. As he settled into the seat a wave of shame washed over him for his impure thoughts.

It turned out the film playing at the only movie house in town was The Godfather part2, something that neither had any interest in watching. After a short discussion they decided to just call it a night and head home. For the rest of the evening they lounged around the house watching television before both headed off to their rooms. As they walked down the hall Lauren turned suddenly causing Mark to collide with her. Surprised, he wrapped his arms around her waist which caused their torsos to mesh together. Both stood there for a few seconds just staring into the other’s eyes, the silence growing in the small hallway. Finally she pushed against his chest and stepped back a bit.

With a slight blush on her cheeks, she said, “I just wanted to thank you for tonight sweetheart.”

Stepping closer he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek before saying, “It was my pleasure, Mom.”

Once again the silence in the hall grew until they both said goodnight and went to their rooms, sleep eluding both for some time.

The next morning Lauren wandered into the kitchen dressed as usual where she found Mark fixing two cups of coffee dressed in his robe too. As if he sensed her presence he turned, smiled, and pointed to the dinner table. She took a seat and watched as he continued to pour the coffee. A smile played on her lips as she thought about how much he looked like his father. At five-ten he was just a tad bit taller, but his soft brown hair, striking blue eyes and wide shoulders were definitely a trait he’d gotten from his dad. When he turned and brought the cups to the table she saw the beautiful smile he always sported, something he got from her. He placed his cup down first then stepped over to her. Just before he reached where she was sitting the sash of his robe snagged on the chair next to her causing it to fall open. What greeted her eyes was something she knew he hadn’t inherited from his father. His broad chest had a thick thatch of curly hair, but as her eyes involuntarily lowered, she noticed that his pubic hair looked as if he kept it trimmed short. Another thing he hadn’t gotten from his father was the thick cock swinging freely between his legs. Lauren felt her throat constrict and her heart race in her chest.

Swiftly placing her cup down, Mark spun around and shakily retied his robe before taking his own seat. He was fully aware that his morning wood had only partially gone down, so he knew his mother had gotten a good look at his junk.

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