You've waited too long for this moment, she's willing, why not?

"Mom"

"Yes honey" you hear her respond from the kitchen.

"Come here"

You can hear her heels click as she walks across the marble floor of the kitchen. She appears standing in the doorway the dressed same as before, besides for a small apron. She is drying a plate in her hands. It gives you chills to look at her. She looks and acts the same as the mother you remember her being, only she is dressed in this incredibly alluring way.

"What can I do for you {first name}?"

You think about how you should go about making use of her mouth.

She leans against the doorway enticingly.

"Mom, put the plate down. Why are you dressed that way?"

She puts the plate on the kitchen table and walks over to you.

"Oh you know, its how I've always dressed. The dresses make me feel girly. The stockings, they just grip me in the most delicious way, and the heels, you know they make me feel sexy. But the way you look at me makes me feel the sexiest."

"What if I were to ask you, Mom, to put two of your fingers in your mouth."

"You me like this?" she says, taking two fingers and putting them into her mouth. She sucks on them gently all while maintaining the most obscene eye contact.

She is leaning forward pushing her breasts together under the nearly translucent fabric of her sundress sucking her fingers when you hear the door open and you hear, "I'm home"

It is your sister. The wind from outside blows her long dark red hair into the house as she steps in the door.

You look from the door to your mother, her eyes are closed, she is playing with her lips and doesn't seem to notice your sister walking in.

"Oh my god, Mom what are your doing?"

Your mother looks your sister and says, "Nothing, John just wanted a show."

"I can't believe you! "Your sister yells, to no-one in particular. She is visibly upset.

Your sister turns and makes her way to the stairs.