Power shifts from mother to son

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She started to get up. I held her wrist.

“No, here.”

My mother got a panicked look.

“No, I can’t.”

I smiled at her.

“Yes, you can and you will, or…”

She looked worried. Then she began to shift around. I watched as she bunched her dress up around her waist. I was between her and the rest of the diners, but there was no tablecloth to shield her. She gave me such a look.

“Nobody has ever made me…”

I smiled.

“Shhhhhhh, you know you want to.”

Now she gave a furtive look and her hands went below the table. She quickly sat up, just a little and sat back down. Her dress was back in place. She was fast, I’ll tell you that. Her face was red as her hand came up, holding her Victoria’s Secret hipsters. The gusset was three shades darker. I put out my hand and she went to pass them. I intentionally dropped them in the middle of the table. Our twenty something waiter was walking nearby with a water pitcher. As my mother looked on in shocked silence I called him over.

“Could you fill our water glasses, please?”

His eyes bugged out as he, very slowly, took each glass and filled it, staring at my mother’s soaked panties, lying flat on the table. He finished, looked at me with a grateful face and winked at mom as he left. She was so red.

“I can’t believe you made me do that.”

I just gave her a smug smile.

“How do you feel?”

She leaned into me.

“If you told me to, I’d yank this dress off and fuck you right here.”

“Hmmm l think it’s time to go home.”

I didn’t talk dirty or touch her all the way home. She was ahead of me as we walked in my place. Mom turned towards the stairs.

“No mom, I can’t wait.”

She stopped and looked at me. Her face was a mask of lust. She was waiting for instructions. I locked eyes with her and then looked at the big sectional couch. We were standing behind it. Mom went to move around the front.

“No mother, right here.”

She gave a look that mixed desire with submission. Mom slowly turned, facing the back of the couch. She bent over the back, her dress pulling up to the middle of her thighs. Once her head was resting on the cushions, she spread her legs, and waited, wordlessly.

I moved behind her and slowly and noisily undid my belt, pulling it out of the loops in a long slow stroke. I let it run across her covered ass as I finished. She moaned and flinched. I opened the button and slowly pulled the zipper down, the buzz of the teeth disengaging was like a chainsaw in the quiet room. Mom’s ass began to flex. Still she said nothing. I let my pants drop and moved behind her. I rubbed my hard, cloth covered cock against the dress that shielded her firm ass letting my hard plow up and down her butt. She moaned again. I pulled away and dropped my boxers. Gently I reached out and grasped the hem of her dress and slowly uncovered her. The fabric slid up, revealing her thighs, then the notch where her thighs and ass met and then uncovering her lovely butt. I looked lower, she was in full bloom. Her lips were plump and open wide. The whole area glistened. She was subtly pressing her crotch against the back of the couch. I pulled up her dress until I had her whole butt uncovered. I moved between her legs and let the head of my penis split her lips, just enough to lubricate the head. Mother gasped.

“Please.”

I lined my rigid tool up and held her flanks as I slid my prick into my mom’s soaked pussy.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Was all she said, but I felt her pussy clamp on my tool. She was tight and wet and the scent of her desire filled my nose. The skin of her firm ass was smooth under my fingers as I steadily made love to her. She moaned into the couch cushions. Time to ramp it up. I cocked my hand and gave her flank a smack.

“YEEEEESSSSSS!”

She moaned, her voice muffled by the cushions. I stroked myself into her as I wound up again. Slap.

“ARRRRRGGGHHHH!”

Now I picked up the pace. She’s just lying there, taking me. Her pussy is soaked. I love my mother and I am showing her how much. As loving turns into railing I smack her again. She comes to life now, her need is imminent. I won’t hold back.

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