Naked Apron

You woke up with something damp and sticky against your dick. It was when you rolled away from it and looked at the spot on the bed you realized it was not what you had assumed it was, but the remains of the cums that had come out of Eve Rydell's pussy before, during and after you had fucked. You could feel it on your dick without having to touch it. You thought to wash it off.

And, come to think of it, you were sweaty from the hard fucking, too. You two had really gone at it, having three in one hour. Yawning, you got out of the guest bed and, stretching, headed to the bathroom to pee and shower.

No sooner had you flushed, than you heard, "John, Son. are you awake?! Come out here and have dinner!" Suddenly eating became more important that getting clean.

"I'll get my clothes back on!" you called back.

"Don't bother! I don't have my clothes on!" You dick twitched at hearing that. "There's nobody else in the house but us!" Your dick struggled to rise. Perhaps after a good home-cooked meal, it could get back up, you thought.

Out of the hall, you saw into the open-plan kitchen and the bow of the apron of the otherwise naked back of the pleasingly curved cougar. The long ends hung down to her still shapely ass crack crescent. There was nothing else covering her from the backside of her. Her panties and bra were only the untanned parts of her MILF body.

She turned from her waist to look at you where you were in the dining-living room. You could see all of the side of the near tit except for its nipple, the rest being hidden by the bib of her apron. "I hope you like pot roast and potatoes with asparagus." Her smile broadened as she held up a frozen food bag. "It's supposed to be a recipe for an aphrodisiac."

"Really?" you said. It somehow surprised you that this middle-aged woman wanted to have sex again as much as you did. You were not used to thinking that way about girls. And you had thought you had even less of a chance with fully mature women. "Yes! I'll eat it!"

She turned most of the way around and put a hand on her hip. "Is that anyway to say Thank You, Son? Tell Mom what she wants to hear."

Mom? She was still playing that game? Well, if you wanted to satisfy your stomach's and your dick's hungers, you thought you had better play along again. "Thank you, ...Mom. Yes, I want the dinner you're making for me."

"That's better," she said, pleased. Come sit at the bar, Son. Dinner will be ready soon." You thought she was following your dick's bounce and sway as you walked towards her.

When you were sitting naked at on one of the bar stools, she leaned on the other side of the bar (giving you a view of her cleavage inside the apron), and talked, "Tell me about what happened in school today."

"You, you know what --"

"I'm not interested in anything on the record. I'm interested in the things a mom would be interested in."

"Ah, um, I really don't tell my mom much of anything that goes on." And you would never think to tell her - or Rydell - what had happened with you and Selena and Lakeesha!

"You're going to be more open with this mother of yours..." she said, reaching out as stroking the stubble on your cheek, "...aren't you? After all, you haven't fucked her.

"Have you?"

All you could manage to do was barely shake you head, no. "And what about Selena?"

Selena?! Your eyes became like those of a deer in a headlight.

"You know the school counselor has access to the security cameras!" She had you under surveillance! She was a stalker! A blackmailer!