Chapter 7: I believe our first case was a complete success.

Streams of cum shot out the end of my prick into her welcoming hole. She climaxed violently on my second release. Our mutual orgasms intensified our passionate groaning while we fucked as mother and son. I kept my prick embedded in her clasping cunt for several minutes after we finished. When I finally softened, I pulled out. Reaching down, I stuffed my fingers into her hole, attempting to cram as much sperm into her as possible.

“That’s a giant load of cum in you, Mom. I imagine my sperm are fighting over your eggs from our first incestuous fuck. I’m so lucky to have such a hot mother,” I croaked, slowly pulling my fingers out. She closed her legs tight, trapping my fingers in her filled pussy. It was her silent approval.

Backing off, I pulled the sheet down to cover her. Slipping on my robe, I wondered whether this would be my last job since I disobeyed several of Mom’s rules. After returning to my room, I jumped in the shower. I heard Mom’s bedroom door click open and close while I washed off the smell of sex.

While drying off, I heard our client’s car leave. When I met Mom downstairs, she wore her gardening clothes. She smiled and said, “Let’s work on the flower beds today. It’s a beautiful day.”

She didn’t mention my performance while toiling in the soil, both of us pretending my mother hadn’t just set me up to fuck a woman.

After dinner, she sat by me on the couch and wrapped an arm around me. I did the same, and we stroked each other’s upper arms while watching a comedy. She broke the silence, asking, “How’d it go this morning? Do we need to modify any of the procedures?”

“It was nearly a disaster. It was more difficult than I thought to perform without any foreplay,” I disclosed.

She showed her dismay, hugging me tightly in consolation.

After languishing in the hug for a minute, I continued, “Caressing her legs didn’t help much. Her skin was tough and leathery from tanning long hours in the sun; not very sexy. I think she was nearly your age, but I bet she looks at least ten years older.”

Mom exclaimed, “Wow! You’re good at guessing ages. She is my age, and I noticed the sun’s effect on her. It’s a shame women don’t realize the damage the sun can do. So you were able to proceed anyway?”

Squeezing and caressing her upper arm, I said, “Yeah, I had to visualize smoother skin when I touched her.”

My mom’s hand squeezed mine, shrieking, “You thought of your mother when you were with her?”

“No, Mom. That would be weird, just the feel of your skin. It’s so smooth and soft, and I had to do something, or I wouldn’t have been able to proceed,” I replied. She exhaled and released her hand from mine, allowing me to continue caressing her arm.

“I did put you up to this, and if it helped the process, I can’t complain,” she acquiesced.

“I hope she was happy with the results. I did the best I could,” I cautioned, looking to Mom to gauge her reaction.

She replied, “I told her I didn’t want any details, but she stated that you performed well and stayed within our preset boundaries. She thought you were sweet, and your soothing conversation put her at ease. She was quite pleased; I believe our first case was a complete success.”

Thankfully, she changed subjects as I was becoming hard, reliving the time spent with our first client. I was glad the woman hadn’t revealed the fantasy we enacted. Relating too much information to Mom didn’t seem like a great idea. I wondered if the woman had already fucked her son or even had one. If so, he might be in for quite a surprise.