My Loving Son - Sex Stories

My Loving Son

... "Flattery will get you every where," she told him with a knowing smile. He beamed at this, he was on safe ground for sure. They sat at a table for eight people and they had a great time, there was music in the corner. The barman that night was there attendant, Mark had a quiet word, "my wife only drinks white wine, she'll have two glasses, maybe three, and I want you to put a small shot of vodka in each one she has, a small one, got that?" A twenty changed hands, "certainly sir," he said. Mark didn't want his mother d***k, but he wanted her relaxed, she had two glasses and then suggested to her 'husband' that go return to their stateroom. The men on their table would have died to swap places with him, she was radiant, happy and very contented with her lot, but she had only had eyes for him. "Shall we go to bed darling?" she asked him seductively. "I'm right behind you darling," he replied, and he heard one of the men whisper. "I would be too if I had that to go to bed with," Mark grinned from ear to ear. He walked her back, his arm lazily around her waist almost sitting on her hip, she leaned into him. He could feel her warmth as they walked; back in the room he quickly made coffee. "Come on Emma, let's sit on the balcony in the moonlight for a while shall we?" "Ooooh yes baby, I'd like that," she told him, Mark arranged the two chairs so they were side by side. She sat, and picked up her coffee and gave it to her in her right hand, her left went into his. He kissed it, ...

... looked at her intently, then said. "I love you Emma." "Yes Mark I think I know, and I love you too honey," then she kissed his hand and looked him square in the eye. "I think its time Mark, shall we?" and she nodded over her lovely head, but never said, "to go to bed," or "to make love." She left it unsaid. They went in, Mark stayed close, he was feeling the pressure, but Cathy had taught him well, he was within his limits, he was on track, everything was going to plan. Emma went and changed, she had brought a dozen nighties of one sort or another, and daringly she chose a short one. When she returned Mark was again lying in bed, the covers pulled back for her. The beautiful 39 year old woman that was his mother and the envy of all of his friends slid in next to him. His cock jumped at the sight, she looked so fabulous. She half turned her back, she wanted to see and know what he was intending to do. He came up to her as he had that afternoon and spooned in. Emma sighed; Mark pressed his cock down between his legs, as he made contact with her ass he let go, it sprang up to be met by her closed thighs, she felt his cock right off, there was no where for it to hide. She snuggled back at him, his prick now secure shoved between her creamy toned thighs. She turned her face to him and he kissed her cheek, he slid his arm around her and cupped her heavy breast. "Ooooh Mark, what are you..." was all she uttered because his fingers closed over her nipple and negated her words, she sighed ...