My mom in the kitchen.

Leaving sis to clean herself up from last nights marathon fuck session, I threw off the covers and grabbed my dressing gown. Yes, silly to put on a garment that would just as easily be discarded, but a man must keep up appearances, and I so loved teasing Angela, my mom, and making her beg me to fuck her just the way she loved.

I threw it on, tightening it at the waist. Fortunately, thinking of teasing my mom with an early morning fuck before breakfast had caused it to harden to a solid pillar of fuckmeat, almost bumping against my chest, meaning I could close my gown easily.

Heading downstairs, I spied my mom wearing her favourite nightie. I loved the way she looked in this thing. Designed for a far differently proportioned woman than my mother, he nightie, far from hiding her figure, only served to accentuate how sexy she truly was. The fabric was stretched tight over my mothers J-cup tits, the luscious, perfectly tanned orbs long having stretched the garments neckline out, out, out, until it eventually just ended up proving me with a deep view of her cleavage. All this had led to the fabric riding high, showing off my moms toned legs and thighs, with the garment hanging just over her bare, dripping cuntlips and giving a great view of her bubble butt.

Of course, right now my moms beauty was spoiled by the look of worry on her face, as she carried on a deep conversation on the phone - so deep, she only barely acknowledged I had entered. I could only catch half of it, but it didn't sound very important.

As the conversation kept going, though, I had a wicked idea. If my mom was so engrossed in her conversation on the phone, it might be fun to remind her of her surroundings - namely me and my big fat cock. It'd be even more fun to see if she could manage to keep the people on the other line from catching on with what we were doing. My cock was throbbing just at the thought of it.....