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A cream-coloured skirt stopped just above her knees, but had a slit up the side where Greg could see the top of a smokey brown stocking. Her feet rested in shoes with a medium heel.

"Wow," Greg said as he walked into the kitchen, and then paused, searching for any other words. "Um...are we having company over or something?"

"No baby," Mary said, and turned to look at him with wide eyes. "I just thought it would be fun to dress up a bit for dinner."

Greg didn't remember his mom ever calling him 'baby' before. "Oh geez, I feel kinda out of it then." He looked down to his white socks, jeans, and rock-band T-shirt. "Do you want me to change?"

"No, you're...niiicce," his mother quickly brushed her lip with the tip of her tongue, and a sparkle in her eyes made something inside Greg jump. His mother turned away to continue her work, and Greg felt his cock involuntarily pulse and twitch against the fly of his jeans.

He felt confused, and tried to explain it away as one of the occasional hard-ons he got without much reason.

Dinner proceeded somewhat normally, though Greg's eyes would often wander to his mother's chest, trying to make out the details of her bra, and picture how her chest would look without the cardigan draped over it. He'd snap his head away when he became conscious of his thoughts, but then his eyes would also sometimes drift to look down through the glass table in the kitchen, looking down at his mother's legs and the way she held one sleek leg against the other, and something inside of him flamed up when his mother's stockinged legs would rub together as she subtly shifted position.

Greg didn't feel any better when he caught himself doing this. His mom didn't give any sign of noticing, but he did notice she seemed much more chipper than usual, and always smiled when she looked at him..

As was the usual routine - Greg washed the dishes after dinner. He was looking out the window at the backyard when hands reached under his arms and wrapped themselves around his chest.

"Yow! Hey mom, you scared me!" She pressed her entire body against him. Greg felt his mom's crotch against his butt, her big warm breasts pressed against his back. A rich, flowery scent reached drifted his nose.

"I just wanted to say thanks for washing the dishes." She gave him a long hard squeeze. "I'm so lucky to have such a good son." She placed a kiss on the back of his neck. Greg froze and stopped washing dishes. They were both quiet. A moment later she kissed his neck again, a little off to the side of the first kiss. Each one burned on Greg's neck like a gunshot.

Palm flat on his chest, one of her hands began to work its way down over his stomach. Greg's heart hammered as he realized his mom's hand, if it continued, would discover his pulsing cock. He slammed his hips against the counter, crouching down a little so the bulge of his crotch was hidden from view.

Mary's hand ran over his stomach, touched his waist, and then hit the kitchen counter. She gave a disappointed sigh.

"So," she said softly, into his ear, "what're you doing after the dishes?"

"Um...I gotta...gotta go to work Mom," he stammered, and after glancing at the clock, began washing dishes feverishly.

His mother sighed and took her hands off his body. "Alright, my baby boy's gotta work, I understand." She placed a final, longer kiss on his neck, and Greg imagined he might have felt a little tongue. Long after she had gone, his body missed her warmth pressing against his back.

When Greg got home late in the evening and turned on his computer monitor, there was a full-screen picture he was sure he had not left there. A naked woman, nasty lustful passion on her face, had a large cock buried deep in her ass, and another cock hung soft and slimy over her face, having just shot streaks of milky, sticky semen.

*****

When Greg woke the next morning his mother had al

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