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———————— Marie showered and washed away whatever guilt she was feeling before towel drying her hair. She surveyed her taut body in the mirror.

She snickered to herself and said to the image in the mirror, "Not bad for an old lady. I can see why he would get good and stiff looking at this hot stuff". She laughed again at her fake boldness and wrapped a towel around her body before returning to her room. She elected for comfort and selected a plain light weight green cotton dress. She always wore panties even if she sometimes skipped a bra when she was lounging around the house, but for some reason she decided against both and was naked under the loose fitting dress when she went downstairs. She glanced in the mirror and saw that her nipples were noticeable through the dress, but that fact was not enough to make her put on a bra.

Tim was sitting at a small table off the kitchen where they took most of their meals. It was small, but neither of them felt completely comfortable sitting at the large dining room table when it was just the two of them. She saw that he had already set the table and had poured them both a glass of white wine to go with the chicken and rice she had prepared.

He had turned into such a good man, she thought. He was even tempered, polite to strangers, and respectful of his friends and peers. She did wonder at his propensity to spend time with her at home instead of going out more. She also thought it a bit unusual that he did not date that often, but it seemed to fit into his quiet personality. She was unconcerned about his sexual orientation and knew intuitively that he was all man: she had caught him often enough trying to look up her dress, or down her blouse, and it had not escaped her that he hovered around her when she was by the pool in her bikini.

She served the food and the two of them talked about his upcoming start to school at the junior college a few miles away.

"I think I will be more comfortable there than if I went directly to UGA, or somewhere large. Plus, I can stay here and that should make it easier on the finances. That is, unless you want to throw me out in the street", he said jokingly.

"Not a chance. What other man could I find that would set the table, pour my wine, and check to be sure I am alright", she chided.

His eyes shot up from his chicken at the last part, and his face again flushed. He dropped his eyes, but his mind went from the fire to the frying pan as he could see his mother's nipples poking prominently against the front of her dress.

She realized immediately what was causing his discomfort and couldn't help but giggle, and couldn't resist rubbing it in a little.

"Why, Timmy, if I didn't know better I would swear you were staring at my tits."

He quickly recovered from his embarrassment and shot back, "Well, it isn't like I can avoid them. They are sticking out like two pencil erasers!"

She reached across the table and gave him a good natured slap on the cheek, and was ready to give him another verbal slap down when the telephone rang.

"I will deal with you later mister", she smiled as she stood and went for the phone.

She disappeared into the living room for several minutes and when she returned Tim could tell something was not right.

"What's the matter mom?"

"The call was a lawyer in Colorado. Your great uncle Wallace died two weeks ago. I hardly knew him, but it appears that he left me, well, us a log cabin in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. He didn't have any children of his own, so he left what he had to his 3 nieces. Apparently, he had two houses in Denver and this cabin in the Rockies. He remembered how much I enjoyed the mountains as a child, so he left me the cabin. We have to go out there to sign the papers and decide on the cabins disposition."

"So, when are we leaving? Can you get away from work to go on short notice?"

"One of the upsides to being a Realtor is that I work for myself. That commercial property I sold last month more than covered us through the next six months. I called your aunt Jackie after speaking with the attorney and she is going to cover my calls for a few days. If something sells of mine, she will split the proceeds with me. When we get back, she is going to go to sign for the Denver house Uncle Wallace gave her, and it will be my turn to cover her listings. Oh, and did I mention that the cabin is not worth as much as the houses were, so Uncle Wallace left me close to $50,000 in cash as well."

"Wow!" Tim exclaimed as he rose and hugged his mother holding her tightly against him. "I didn't know Uncle Wallace, but I really like him!"

"Don't be irreverent, Tim", she frowned and pushed him away.

"Sorry mom, guess I just got carried away."

Suddenly the frown vanished and she burst out laughing. "To tell the truth, I am starting to like Uncle Wallace better all the time myself!" She slapped herself on the cheek for being so bad, but that did little to erase her good humor.

They moved to the living room and chatted excitedly for the next couple of hours while polishing off another bottle of wine. Both of them were getting a little tipsy, and when Marie rose to go to bed, she fell against Tim who fell backward heavily onto the couch. Marie landed on top of him, her ass on his crotch, her body separated from his by only two thin pieces of cotton. They burst out laughing as she tried to get up and then promptly fell back against him. She leaned back still laughing wildly, her head on his chest. The smell of her shampoo and her skin was overpowering and Tim felt his cock surge.

Marie was still squirming in his lap trying to get up when she felt something long and hard poking into her butt cheek. "My God", she thought, "I'm giving my son another hard on!"

She stopped squirming and didn't move for what seemed like an eternity, but certainly was just a few seconds. His member was pressing against her, and in spite of her better judgment, it felt so good her body overruled her mind temporarily. Seconds later she decided not to let it go any further, so she slid off, but she placed her hand directly on his cock when she pushed herself up and off him.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed. "I can see I have to be careful about rolling around in your lap!"

"Mom!"

She flashed her white teeth at him and said, "I think I better leave you two alone!" as she weaved across the room and climbed the stairs knowing that his eyes were glued to her ass. She felt young and bad, and that felt really good.

Tim lay on the couch with his hand over his face in agony as his rock hard cock strained against the cotton jogging pants. Moments later he staggered up the stairs. He managed to get out of his clothes with some effort and fell backward onto the bed. His hand enveloped his cock and within moments he had splashed another huge load of cum onto his stomach and chest. He closed his eyes and dropped immediately off to sleep.

Marie woke with a bad taste in her mouth and in the same clothes she had worn the previous evening. The last thing she remembered was lying down on the bed. She rose and padded to the bathroom to brush her teeth and take a shower. While she showered she thought about the previous night. In the excitement of having inherited a property, she realized she had gotten a little too forward with Tim. She could not believe that she had put her hand directly on his cock, and while she knew she had crossed over some invisible line, she also knew that she had enjoyed and been stimulated by the action.

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