"Good night, mom. I love you too."
Tired as I was, I thought about staying on the phone so I could listen to her as she watched my video. I was sure she would be masturbating and I wanted to hear it ... again. I decided to give her the alone time to react to it as she wanted. She would be seeing my cock for the first time since I was a kid. And it would be my erect, man-size cock. She would see me stroking it and she would see me ejaculate, spurting my cum all over her panties and the picture of her pussy. I was sure it would turn her on, but I was content to wait till tomorrow. I put her panties in a baggie to preserve the wetness. I took a picture of her picture with my cum all over her pussy lips. I climbed into bed and just before I fell asleep I thought, "I just masturbated on the phone with my 64 year old mother."
I woke up around 9 to the sounds and smells of a beautiful southern summer day. My bedroom window was open. I could feel the gentle wafting of a warm breeze. Outside I could hear the staccato sounds of my neighbor's lawn mower. I love the aroma of newly cut grass. Any other time, I would have taken a shower, gotten a cup of coffee and sat out on my balcony and just let my senses roam over the landscape. But this wasn't any other time.' I had things to attend to. Rather, I had someone to attend to - my Mother.
I sat down at my computer and opened my email. I had about 24 messages, but only one caught my immediate attention. I opened it. It said,
"Rick, baby Call me when you get up. We HAVE to talk! Oh, do we have to talk!"
Love you,
Mom
oooxxxOOO"
I guessed the little o's and x's were hugs and kisses. But the big O's? Then it dawned on me. They were big O's, Orgasms. Whatever she wanted to talk about was going to be VERY good.
I responded back to her:
"Mornin Mom,
I'm up. Gonna take a shower. Will call when I get out."
Love you too,
All those x's, o's, O's back
HR"
I wondered if she would figure out that "HR" was Horny Rick.
I gathered up my clothes and clean underwear and headed for the shower when my computer beeped at me with a new email. I looked at the screen. It was from mom again.
"Baby, don't bother calling. Just come on over. And hurry. I'm about to explode."
I'm wasn't sure exactly what she meant, but I had an idea and I wasn't going to waste any time. I hopped in the shower when it was still cold. Didn't matter. I was hot enough.
When I got out and dressed, I noticed my cell phone vibrating on my dresser. It was a voice mail from Phil Carter, one of my co-workers. The Brits wanted a conference call in an hour. SHIT! I emailed mom that I had to go to work for a while. She replied back, "Darn. Well at least come over for a cup of coffee. What we have to talk about can keep for a little while. Although, I'm percolating faster than the coffee. See you in a few. Oh, BTW, don't forget my panties." I put hem in my pocket and headed out the door.
When I got over there, I let myself in. The security alarm beeped letting her know I had arrived.
"I'm in the kitchen sweetheart," she called to me. I walked into the kitchen. She was standing at the counter pouring herself and me some coffee. She was wearing a light summer dress and looked radiant. She had just the faint hint of red lipstick on, a little darker than she normally wears. She handed me my coffee, and said "Sit down, baby. Let's talk for a minute before you have to go."
Something about her was different. But I couldn't put my finger on it. We sat and sipped our coffee and chatted as mothers and sons typically do. Of course, we weren't typical any more. Finally, I said, "Mom, what did you want to talk about?"
She smiled an said, "It'll keep till you get back, barely." She gave that wry, knowing smile and winked at me. "You probably better get going."
I finished my coffee and got up to leave. She walked me to the door. "Do you have my panties?" she asked. I pulled them from my pocket and handed them to her. She kissed me, a little harder than normal. I could even feel her lips open slightly. She tasted wonderful. I thought I could hear a slight moan. Just as I was about to walk out, she said, "By the way, you have a gorgeous cock, horny Rick" She blew me a kiss and closed the door. Damn, I wish I didn't have to go to work.
It only took a few minutes to get there. Just as I stopped the car in the parking lot, my phone went off. It was a text from Mom. It said, "have them on." She was now wearing the panties I came in last night. How the hell am I supposed to concentrate with that thought running in my head? I entered the building and got in the elevator to go to Phil's third floor office. Half way up, my phone went off again. "luv ur cum." My cock was getting hard. How am I going to hide this? The elevator let me out on the third floor. My office was on the fourth floor. I decided to take the stairs to grab something like a notebook or manila folder or anything to cover this up.I grabbed a set of prints and headed for Phil's office.
We dialed the British Defense Agency and got their lead contract engineer on the line. He started asking his questions when my phone went off again. It said, "i just came ... so good." I don't remember a damn thing that was said after that. I just hoped I didn't give away any national secrets.
When the meeting was over, I bounded down the stairs, three at a time, to get to my car. I texted Mom. "on my way." Halfway there I got a call from her. "Hi Mom," I answered.
"Hey, baby. When you get here, just come on up to my bedroom."
"Ok." I pressed down on the accelerator a little more.
When I got there, I let myself in and walked up the stairs to Mom's bedroom. The door was open. She was sitting up in bed in a light blue baby doll peignoir, her large breasts barely contained by the nightie. I could just make out her nipples. Her right leg was straight and her left leg bent at the knee exposing her thigh all the way up. "Our" yellow panties lay on the floor beside the bed. They were spread out with the crotch exposed. They looked stained with the combined fluids of both our orgasms.
"Do you like my nightie, baby?"
"It's beautiful, Mom. You look so sexy in it."
"Thank you. I bought it for you. I was hoping you'd be pleased."
She began rocking her leg back and forth, opening and closing her thighs.