Chapter 3

Those thoughts quickly dissipated, my prick staying hard through breakfast. Mom paraded around cloaked in another new nightie. Black in color, her hemline ended at mid-thigh. It was a heavier material, but from the way her nipples pushed out the top, I knew she was braless. I tried to figure out the significance of her attire, narrowing it down to her tits sticking out being the most obvious sign. She usually provided more of a clue when she fetched me for our client; I’d have to wait.

After I helped clean the kitchen, I retreated to my room to wait for our next client. I left my door ajar, allowing Mom to enter without knocking first. I sat on the edge of my bed, thinking about my time with Snow White. My prick rose out of the gap in my robe, exposing my fat, circumcised head. A drop of precum oozed from the slit. I firmly gripped my bulbous head and twisted it as if opening a doorknob, coating it with my juices. I released it, and the cool air felt good, attempting to dry my wet tip.

Lost in thought, I didn’t hear Mom traipse up the stairs or enter my room. Jolted back to reality from Mom’s voice, I heard her say, “Sweetie, I have another concern...”

She stopped suddenly, staring at my hard prick, proudly standing straight up out of my robe. The large helmeted head was filled with blood and still shiny with my slick juices. I stammered, “Sorry, Mom. I should have been more careful.”

Still staring at my large, wet head, she murmured, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen it. I didn’t realize it was so b...” She abruptly stopped, realizing she was commenting on her son’s big prick.

Seeing her face turn red from embarrassment, I frantically searched for a way to help her. I blurted out the first thing I could think of that started with a ‘B’ and exclaimed, “Beautiful? You did have something to do with its creation, so of course, you’d think that.” I smiled, trying to ease the tension while closing my robe to hide my erection.

In her uneasiness, she had folded her arms across her stomach, causing her nightie to pull tighter against her body. Her taut, engorged nipples pressed against the thin material. Her pointy teats held my attention, while she strolled over to me for our ritual hug. Standing up, I hugged her tightly. She pressed close to me, attempting to make contact with the hard cock she had just seen.

Bathing my ear with her warm breath, Mom whispered, “I’m afraid that as I get older, I’m becoming less sexy. I’d like your opinion on another one of my concerns.”

She guided my hands to the backs of her thighs under her nightie. She moved our joined hands upward, and when they landed on her bare cheeks, she asked, “Honey, do you think I’m losing my ass? I know older women tend to get a flat ass. I’m worried that I’m heading in that direction.”

She released her hands while I cupped and gently squeezed her firm globes of flesh. I couldn’t believe my luck; my hands held Mom’s bare, firm buns. My fingers spread out, dipping into the deep crevice between her cheeks, squeezing while advancing.

Mom’s soft breasts filled and pressed into me when she sucked in a deep breath of air. My hard prick, trapped between our bodies, throbbed in agreement with my delight. Knowing her pussy was inches away, I contemplated exploring further, seeking her prize. As quick as the thought entered, Mom removed my hands from her buns, asking, “What do you think? Am I too far gone?”

“Mom, you have no worries. You have a perfect ass, if I may be so blunt,” I huskily assured her.

She pulled back, hesitating while digesting my comment. She turned to leave and whispered, “Thanks, Sam. Good luck with today’s client.”

“What help did she demonstrate this time?” I asked myself. “Full tits squashed against me, or something related to her firm ass?” My mind remained on Mom’s bottom while I uncovered our latest client. I decided to push the sheet up in one motion today, revealing her legs and pussy at once. She had a thin, petite form and was near my aunt’s age. A narrow patch of blonde hair lay above her slit. Caressing her thighs and skinny waist relaxed her enough to open her legs, revealing an already wet slit. Her pelvic area was small, and I wondered how a baby would be able to emerge.

Full rounded breasts pushed the sheet up, maintaining their perfect shape. The client’s perfect tits didn’t match the rest of her body, drawing me to conclude this was someone’s trophy wife. Natural blonde, artificially endowed boobs, and a skinny body type were the perfect attributes for an older businessman to brag to his buddies. Her proud tits reminded me of when Mom pressed her breasts into me. That must have been her hint. Maybe Mom thought augmented breasts would gross me out.

I was happy to help the old bastard impregnate his young wife. Complimenting her skinny body is what this lady would love to hear. “I love your shapely legs and fit body. It looks like I’m the lucky recipient of experiencing how blondes have more fun.”

It was enough for her to fully open her legs, revealing her tiny pussy.

Unsure if I could fuck this girl without causing her great pain, I decided to lengthen my foreplay. I ran my fingers up and down her slit while caressing her thin thighs and exposed midriff, telling her the entire time how sexy she looked. She squirmed, and her pussy was noticeably wetter when I inserted a finger into her tight canal. I finger fucked her and inserted more fingers after she loosened up. I moved closer to her wide-open legs and rubbed my wet head around the mouth of her pussy.