Chapter 12: We’re going out for dinner

I lowered my hands to her ass to get better leverage to pound her pussy, when I discovered she had none. She was so skinny that fat tissue hadn’t been able to accumulate. Understanding swept over me when I remembered Mom asking me to check out her ass. It was Mom’s way of helping her son achieve success.

Before my prick softened from discovering her disappointing backside, I grabbed her hips and pounded in and out of this young trophy wife. I was on the verge of orgasm, and it appeared this girl wasn’t close. Her breasts, heaving up and down under the sheet, caught my attention. She had to be proud of her prized tits. I moved my hands up under the sheet and cupped her breasts.

“Your tits are perfect, so big and firm. I love squeezing them,” I croaked. The young trophy wife gyrated her hips, bouncing up and down, while I fucked her. I couldn’t tell if she was nearing orgasm or not. Maybe there was another reason she married an older man.

I tweaked her taut, hard nipples while mauling her fake tits. The tight texture of her breasts was much like Mom’s ass, and my mind went back to when I was groping Mom. Gambling, I said, “Cum for Daddy, sweetie.”

Her body violently thrashed when I correctly identified her fantasy. I knew it would be much easier at that point. Thrusting hard and deep, I chanted, “I’m going to fill my girl’s pussy full of sperm. You’re having my baby. Cum on your daddy’s big prick, honey. Push us over the edge!”

She screamed with joy while her pussy clamped onto my erupting cock. Gooey globs of cum filled her receptive, pulsating pussy. Loud squishing noises filled the room while cum squirted out of her small cavity.

Slowing my pace, I continued to stroke to the bottom, hoping to push my virile sperm to the back of her pussy, closer to her cervix. When I softened, I stopped stroking and allowed my prick to soak in her flooded pussy. She unwrapped her legs and lowered them to the bed. Her tits rapidly heaved from the intense joining.

After I covered her tiny body, I whispered, “Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful body with me. Don’t ever give up on your fantasies.”

I left and met Mom in the hallway near the stairs. She smiled while shuffling by me to wrap matters up with our latest client. I didn’t bother to shower since we would be working in the garden. I changed into my work clothes, making it to the backyard before Mom escorted our guest to her car. I worked on a bed hidden from the back windows to remain undetected.

Mom joined me later, and we worked together for several hours. She related the latest client’s report, “Once again, the woman was completely satisfied with your service and commented how she adored your romantic style.”

The review came as no surprise, knowing that disclosing the woman’s father-daughter fantasy tipped the scales.

Seeing my distant look, Mom asked, “You look concerned. Did you have any problems?”

“No problem at all. One thing though, a trophy wife won’t have any problem with payment,” I replied, with a smirk.

Her questioning look prompted me to add, “Young, petite blonde with augmented breasts. It was pretty obvious.”

Mom asked, “How do you know she was blonde? Did you uncover her head?”

Unsure of how to explain this to Mom, I gave her a ‘duh’ stare and bleated, “Damn, Mom. Hair grows in other places besides the head.” I laughed inwardly, watching her expression while she processed the information. Her face turned beet-red when she visualized her son ogling a woman’s pussy.

Changing the subject for her, I noted, “There is one thing that could have been a problem, but you took care of it beforehand.”

“What was that, Sam?” She quickly asked, eager to change the conversation.

“Her ass, Mom. She had none. Thanks for taking notice and warning me.”

Blushing again, she quietly quavered, “Thank you, dear. I do try to notice potential problems during my interviews. It may seem that I don’t act motherly at times, but I’m trying my best to help you succeed.”

Mom became uncomfortable with our conversation and quickly changed the topic to our upcoming schedule. “Take your shower,” she ordered. “We’re going out for dinner before our evening appointment.” We cleaned up, dressed, and enjoyed each other’s company at an upscale restaurant. I was fully recovered and hard through the meal, staring at my sexy mother.