My Love Affair with My Mum Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

My Love Affair with My Mum Pt. 04

... room. Sitting waiting I kept running over the phone chat in my mind. I focused on the soft tone of her voice that I thought sounded sultry and quite come on though, probably, that was more in my mind than reality. Also, I kept hearing her voice asking if it was a date and thinking whether that was just her being frivolous or was it being flirty? And, of course, my mind kept recalling what we'd done in my bedroom a couple of nights ago. I still could hardly believe it had happened. That she'd come into my room just like she used to at home a year or so ago when all this heavier stuff between us had started. And as then, she wore just a flimsy nighty under which she was obviously naked, although I hadn't been able to confirm that by getting my hand up it and between her legs. But this time, unlike back home, she'd got her tits out and after a bit of argy-bargy she'd let me play with them. As I sat there waiting for my princess to arrive I couldn't shake those recollections from my mind and of course, as sure as night follows day I got a hard-on and, of course, that had to be just as she arrived.

She looked fucking brilliant as she wafted across the restaurant towards me. I was only just about able to drag my eyes away from her wonderful vision to see the lustful gazes of most of the blokes and even some of their female partners whose gazes appeared to zero in on her. But fuck them she was all mine, well at least to have lunch with and they wouldn't know she was just my ...

... mum, would they?

She was wearing a white, almost but not quite, see through, dress with a flowing skirt that had slits up both sides. As she walked they opened up so that she flashed her tanned legs almost up to her panties which through the dress I could see were white matching the bra that was also just about visible through the dress. Of course, all that simply added weight or more accurately hardness and thickness to the already near erection I'd got thinking about her tits flashing of the other night. And, of course, as I stood up and she leaned forward flashing me a good view of the tops of her boobs and kissed me lightly on both cheeks in a very Italian way, she saw the bulge and whispered, "Pleased to see me then love?"

The lunch was an absolute joy. Other than shoving my hand into the top of the, what I guess really was a, sundress and fondling her tits, things could hardly have gone any better. We sat close, laughed and joked, occasionally touched each other with our hands and under the table our knees and feet, she leaned forward, almost as she had in my bedroom, several times and altogether acted just as if it were on a real date. I hardly knew what we were eating but I know we ordered a second carafe of white wine that we didn't finish and that the bill came to just fifty euros as it was given to me, although mum took it and paid for it on her credit card. I bet that really pissed off any of the watching guys as not only did this young English kid have a ...