Chapter 13: Your hairy mound turns me on.

Upon arriving home, I dashed to my room, stripped, and slipped on my robe. Leaving the door open again, I pondered whether to give Mom another display of my prick. I recalled the signals she sent out with each client and wondered what outfit or hint she’d provide. Too much longer at this job, and she’d end up with a large selection of nighties.

I thought, “Did she use the nightwear strictly to help me with the women, or was she flirting with me? Should I confide in her and express my feelings?”

She may harbor little to no sexual desire for me, just motherly love. If she shared the same incestuous cravings, she would have acted on it when she came into my room with my prick sticking out of my robe. I still loved her and could deal with a non-physical relationship, knowing her sexy body would still provide me with fantasies. Deep in thought, I missed the sound of our client’s car when I heard Mom climbing the steps.

“Sam, are you ready?” Mom asked, remaining outside my room, avoiding another embarrassing situation.

“Yes, Mom. Ready as I can be,” I answered, rising from my bed. Mom entered and hugged me. She wore her blue nightie, the first one I saw her in. That threw me for a loop.

I wondered, “Did she run out of styles and have to resort to repeats? Did she even know it was my favorite?”

She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. Unfortunately, it appeared there would be no leg or ass groping. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her while I stroked her back.

She released me, placing her hands on the side of my head to lock my eyes with hers. She pulled me tight to her moist lips, maintaining eye contact while we kissed. She opened her mouth wide enough to slide her tongue across my lips.

My tongue darted through my lips, meeting hers. Her eyes screamed lust, far beyond the motherly love kind. Our breathing rapidly increased when we kissed like no mother and son should. Regrettably, she pulled back and cooed, “Good luck. Enjoy yourself.”

My gaze remained on the backs of her beautiful legs while she walked out the door. She kissed me before the session with Snow White. My prick jumped up, reminiscing about the time we had spent together. Would this client be similar? Catching myself wasting precious time daydreaming, I snapped back to reality and made my way to Mom’s room to meet the next woman.

Her stiff nipples, pushing up the silky fabric, looked promising. Maybe this lady wouldn’t be as uncomfortable as the others. I moved the sheet up to her knees and began caressing her lower legs. I guessed that the woman was in her mid-thirties and had kept in good shape. No signs of uneasiness while I stroked her hot legs. I moved my hands up under the sheet feeling her knees and upper legs. They were firm and smooth, and my hands explored every inch. I pushed the sheet up to below her pussy to admire her legs.

They were as beautiful to look at as they were to touch. I immediately recognized the shapely legs as Mom’s. “My mother was the woman hidden under the sheet!” my inner voice screamed. My prick expanded to maximum hardness. Was she testing me to ascertain whether my technique was adequate for her clients? Did she wear her blue nightie, hinting it was her? We never discussed her system of nightwear. Maybe she self-consciously wore it without realizing the significance. I wondered if she’d let me proceed partway before stopping me. Either way didn’t bother me; I was going to enjoy as much of her succulent body as possible.

I began my usual routine, complimenting my client. “Your legs and thighs are some of the best I’ve seen. They’re beautiful and so sexy.” My hands advanced from her lower legs to her thighs, squeezing and caressing her meaty thighs. I wrapped my hands around them, achieving more skin contact.

She moaned from my soothing massage. I leaned down to kiss her nearest thigh while stroking her other. Her familiar scent hit me before a gush of pussy musk filled my nostrils. It elevated my lust to levels I hadn’t felt before.

Releasing my mouth from her succulent thighs, I shifted upward and admired the sight of Mom’s exposed flesh, just below her covered pussy. Moving my hands to the outside of her thighs, I gripped the sheet in both hands. My heart raced while I anticipated the first time I would gaze upon Mom’s pussy. Hearing her inhale sharply, I watched Mom’s perky breasts pushing the sheet up and down. She knew her son was ready to unveil her motherly treasure and was as nervous as me. My hands slithered up the outside of her body, pushing the thin fabric up.

When I reached the middle of her flat stomach, blood flowed to my already hard prick when my mother’s hairy pussy became exposed. Mom’s breath turned raspy and quick, realizing her son stared at her pussy for the first time. She had trimmed the sides, leaving the middle patch intact. My gaze focused on her untamed and bushy mound. Her fat, blood-filled pussy lips were tucked in the middle of her forest of brunette fur. I ran my fingers up and down both sides of her pussy, mashing her lips together, then spreading them out, displaying her wet canal. She moaned under the sheet while I played with her pussy, my place of origin.

“Jesus, this is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” I murmured. “Your hairy mound turns me on.”

If, in fact, Mom was testing me, she would soon stop the process. I decided to show her how I treat our ‘special’ clients and see how serious she was to continue her charade.

“Someone as sexy and beautiful as you will receive our premium treatment. Your pussy requires much more attention than the other clients.” She moaned, and her muscles tensed when she heard her son praising her matronly muff.

Spreading her labia apart, I lowered my mouth to her steaming snatch. When I licked up and down her sensitive pussy lips, she gasped and groaned with pleasure. My rough tongue explored higher until it found her clit. Another moan emanated from under the sheet while I mauled her sensitive nub. Her hands clenched tight but remained at her sides while I feasted on her horny pussy. I had to admit that she demonstrated a large amount of resilience to restrain herself while I pleasured her. My tongue darted into her hot canal, intensifying my attack.