Changing Roles

Mother scoffed.

"Oh like this thing I got the other day?"

"Mother, that was a set up. I didn't know what they would send and I needed to flush them out early. Yeah it was a shock but, as you see we're ready."

Mom just looked at me hard for a few seconds. A glimmer of admiration crossed her face. Her green eyes had a peculiar light.

"You really do know what you're doing, don't you?"

I ignored her remark. But that was a breakthrough.

"You look beat."

She sighed and got up.

"Yes, But I should be alright to drive."

Now was another chance to turn the tables.

"You're not driving."

She looked right at me and raised an eye.

"Excuse me?"

"You're exhausted. I am not risking my client's health and possibly life. You will stay here tonight."

I have a really big fucking house, so it's not like it was a hardship.

"But I brought nothing."

"Mother, I'll give you something to wear tonight and wash your clothes for the morning. It's Saturday so it won't matter that they are today's outfit, you're only going home."

She seemed to be thinking.

"Mom, it's not an offer, it's an order. You know damn well you're too tired to drive an hour. Just stay."

My softened tone and change of address did it.

"Yes, I suppose you're right."

I showed her to one of the guest rooms. I had laid out towels, a washcloth and a double X tee shirt for her to wear and no robe. Initially she took no notice. As I left I told her;

"I'll be down in the laundry off the butler's pantry, bring your clothes down and I'll wash them."

A few minutes later she appeared at the door of the laundry in my long grey Nittany Lions T shirt looking a little uncomfortable and carrying a small bundle.

"Don't you have any pajamas?"

I had my head in the washer.

"Nope."

"Well, what do you wear to bed?"

"Nothing."

There was a pause.

"Do you at least have a robe I could use?"

"Don't own one."

I said as I turned and took the small bundle from her arms. Actually I own five robes, cotton to silk, but I didn't want to cover this gem up. I looked her over as I took her clothes. Her eyes were a nice contrast to the grey fabric. I imagined, no, remembered what was under just that tee. She didn't leave, that was interesting. I slowly put each item of her clothing in the wash, pausing, just a little, to hold her bra, it was still warm. I saw the label, 38 C. Something was missing.

"Mother, where are your panties?"

My regal mother actually blushed.

"I have them on."

I sighed. Time to change my tone, just a little.

"Mom, you need to have them washed, what would grandma say?"

Her mother was a fanatic about hygiene.

"But, I won't..."

I just stood and looked. Trying to channel her mother. Mom went to leave.

"Where are you going, mom?"

"To take them off, you're right."

"Stop, don't be silly. You're going to walk all the way back up there for that? Just slip them off right here."

She looked at me like I was drooling peanut butter.

"In front of you?"

"Yes, mom, geez we're family. Besides the shirt is so long you'll be able to keep your modesty. Not like that time on the beach."

She reddened up at that one.

"You weren't supposed to be back so soon!"

I smiled.

"Yeah sure, but what about that guy..."

"Okay, okay."

She cut me off. It was a long time ago. Jackie and I were both teens. We'd gone for ice cream on a beach vacation. She and dad had been fucking up a storm in the dunes at the beach. We came back faster than they expected. Jackie and I saw a guy peeking and then saw it was them he was watching. But we could tell they saw him. This is the first time I ever mentioned it. Mom looked at me. I just looked into her eyes. She slowly slid her hands up under the hem of the tee, trying to keep it down. It worked. I watched her fingers under the grey fabric as she hooked the waistband and slid them down. I hoped she would not see that my cock was getting hard. With the tee shirt and her careful moves I saw nothing, but my reward came as she handed me a Victoria's Secret red thong. Ohhhhh, it was still warm. As I went to put it in the washer I moved it up under my nose, just in passing. Her scent was strong and unbelievably exciting. I wanted to pocket them for later. But I was looking at her and she saw. She got a funny look on her face. Not anger, not confusion, I'm not sure.

As we left the laundry to go through the kitchen I had an idea.

'Mom, would you like a Brandy?"

I was calling her mom, now. Shifting and softening our positons. It was working. She paused.

"Why not, I can sleep in.'

I got a bottle of the best stuff I had and two snifters. She followed me to the media room which doesn't have stadium seats it has large deep sectional sofas. I like to lounge when I watch movies. Mom was a little surprised.

"Interesting furniture."

I climbed on and pointed to the other side.

"Oh it's the best, just try it."

She tried to remain demure as she clambered over to her side. She was quite graceful. Her long legs swung up, pulling the hem up but not far enough to see her charms. Her breasts moved under the grey fabric, shifting and making her nipples stand out, just a little. She made a little show of settling in, pulling the tee shirt down and keeping her legs straight and close. The lighting was subdued but I made sure I had a light aimed where I wanted it, just in case. I jumped up on the couch and settled in. I just had real loose track shorts on, no accident there. I took the remote. It has a small screen that shows what you've been watching or you can call up the library. I called up a movie that just happened to have a few hot sex scenes and a sub plot of possible romance between mother and son and let it play quietly.

I had arranged the lights so one shown on my hips, more or less and one on hers. It was accent lighting and not nearly as obvious as it sounds. But when mom leaned back the light framed her legs. It did the same on my side. As the movie played, mom alternated between looking at the movie and looking at me and at the room. She sipped her brandy and I sipped mine. As she shifted around she seemed to get a little casual about her modesty. The movie opened with a four way soft porn sex scene and it had gotten me hard. I decided to not hide it. I just lay there with a fat bulge under my shorts, highlighted by LED lighting. My erection had pulled the leg of my shorts open. I was sure my dick and balls were at least partially on display, particularly when I 'accidently' spread my legs, just briefly. She noticed, her eyes widened and recovered quickly. The film was not very good but all the talent was good looking and there were a lot of sex scenes. As mom watched the movie I noticed she kept opening and closing her legs, sometimes clenching them. She'd peek at me and my bulge and look at the movie. The movie was about half over and it was obvious that the mother and son in it were lovers. We'd finished our brandy.

"John, I'm whipped. I have to go to bed."

"Me too, mom. Let's go."

I lay there with my nice big bulge and watched. Mom climbed off the couch but as she did she spread her legs wide and there it was. The light was perfectly positioned. I could see my mother's shaved vagina. It was puffed up and very shiny. Mom was horny. As she moved she just barely looked down and then at me and gave the slightest hint of a smile. I did not respond. I got up and followed her. My dick pulsed looking at we walked towards the bedrooms. She made no mention of the tent in my shorts. the dark spot on the back of her tee where her sex had leaked.

"I didn't realize you were this good at what you do, John. You know how to take charge and you are amazingly confident."

"Thank you mom."

"I think, since we are doing business, Miranda might me more appropriate."

I smiled.

"Of course...Miranda. Is that tee shirt comfortable?"

Mom, tugged at the hem and actually pulled it up, a lot, seeming to look for the label, and baring one side of her firm ass.

"Yes, is it cotton?"

She looked at me over her shoulder as she held the shirt. I smiled and made no remark about the show.

"Yes, I only buy the best."

We were at her door now. She had her hand on the knob.

"Mother, Miranda, I'd like a hug."

Just dominant enough, I hope. She was just a little flustered, but recovered.

"Of course John."

I moved into her open arms. My head rested comfortably oh her shoulder without having to bend down. She stood off a bit but I put my arms around her and pulled her in. She paused then came in. Her hands were just under my arms when we closed. At the last second she moved them so they went around my neck. I slid mine around her waist and clasped them behind her, just at the top of her firm ass. My pinkies extended and just touched the top of her anal cleft. She made no protest. We were nearly face to face. She looked into my eyes.

"You're strong John, in charge, I like that, I like that a lot."

Her mouth came close to mine. It was an offer. I didn't close. I don't take offers, I take what I want. As we hugged I let my hands drift off, gently over her firm butt. Not a fondle, not a grab, it was a way of telling her, this is going to be mine. She quivered. I let her go and we parted. I noticed she was breathing deeply and her green eyes were clouded. That was it. I left her and went to bed.

CHAPTER 5

The next morning we had a breakfast that was a little odd. She wasn't going to bring up last night and neither was I. I sent her home with clean clothes, and a mystery.

For the next week I was busy with other clients. I had one meeting with mom, Miranda, in her office on Wednesday. It was brief but I changed my body language. I was close to her, I brushed my hands on her. No place inappropriate but it was more touching than I had ever done. She bristled a little, complained, weakly, once. I ignored her. I called her Miranda most of the time. But when I left I got a little close and reminded her of our weekly meeting Friday night.

"Weekly? We met once."

I smiled.

"Hmmm I must have failed to mention that. Yes, we'll have a strategy conference, just like last week. Every Friday, at my place. See you then."

I emphasized the 'just like last week' and smiled, confidently. I slipped out before she had time to comment. By this time I was walking around on a cloud. I was going to save her company, I was sure. And I was well on the way to completing a fantasy of mine. But there was a little more to my fantasy.

Friday night came. I had dinner out and was home long before nine. At exactly nine there was a soft knock on my front door. If I'd been ten feet away I wouldn't have heard it. I opened the door and my mom was there, tall, beautiful and once again, with no luggage, just her work case.

"You're right on time, I like that."

I said in an even tone. Mom didn't flinch, she walked in and stopped as I closed the door. We walked down the hall, towards the great room. As we passed the dining room mom paused. She looked in at the empty table.

"I thought we were working tonight?"

I smiled and put my hand in the small of her back, pressing her along.

"No, it's done. The employee stock class has been added and the bonds distributed. You're safe."

She just stood there.

"When did you know this?"

"Thursday."

She straightened up and got her boss face.

"And you withheld this information until now? Why? I have a right to know."

I moved close to her. Inside her space.

"Your company, your dream was safe and secure. I didn't want to tell you in a cold office setting. This is personal and needed to be done in a very personal manner. Miranda, mom. Nobody is going to take your company from you, ever."

She began to tear up. I'd never seen that. She just looked at me, lines of moisture pooling at the base of her emerald eyes.

"You did this, didn't you? It wasn't Warren or Calder, it was your plan, your ideas. Don't lie, they already told me."

I took her case and put it down. Then I moved in close and took my mother in my arms. I pulled her tight to me, she didn't resist, in fact she succumbed. I thought I heard a sigh. I moved my mouth to her ear and whispered, my lips just brushing her skin. I felt her tremble as I spoke.

"When I got this project I was honored. Nothing was more important than protecting my mother's dream, her life's work. I am the aegis of my mother's dream and I will never waver in its defense."

She moaned, deeply. I pulled back. She looked a little disheveled, confused. She looked at me wordlessly. She was waiting for me to speak. I smiled broadly and picked up her case.

"Let's get you settled in. This will be a celebration night, not a work night."

She followed me without a word. I got to the room she had last week and the same items were out except the tee shirt was shorter and I knew it would be tighter and it was much earlier at night.

"I'll be down in the laundry off the butler's pantry when you're ready."

Familiar patterns of behavior adjusted with small changes make the big changes easier, right? I actually had laundry to do so I changed into my nylon shorts, nothing underneath, of course and a tee. I was head deep in the machine when she arrived.

"This shirt is softer, more comfortable, John."

I picked my head up and tried not to gape. I knew it would be shorter and all but it was fucking amazing. It was white and it clung to my mother's body. There was a shadow where her large firm breasts blocked the light. Her nipples were hard and made two tents in the fabric. The hem only went to the middle of her thigh. I looked and had more of a clinical face but the growing in my shorts could not be disguised. She had a smile but it was general, not a smirk or a grin, just glad to be here. I put out my arms and she dropped her suit and camisole in them. Then she took the bra and put it on top, right next to my nose. I bent forward, just a little and took a slightly more than normal sniff, oh so subtle. Her smile changed, just a little. I turned and dropped the clothes in, and paused, looking. I turned to her.

"Where are your panties, Miran...mom."

She blushed. She was onto this game and liked my rules.

"I didn't take them off."

"Your mother would be shocked."

I stood and held out my hand. Oh it was grand. She got almost a naughty girl look on her face.

"But then I'll have nothing under this shirt."

I just stood and flexed my hand.

Mom looked right into my eyes with the mere hint of a smile. She reached down and put her hands on her thighs at the edge of the shirt. She pushed the shirt up, slowly. There was a spot of blue and I saw the fabric cupping her sex. She was making no attempt at decorum, this was a tease. As her hands moved up I saw more, the lace at the edge of the legs, the smooth expanse of silk covering her jewel, then the waistband. Her hands stopped with the shirt pushed way above her panties. She paused, she was giving me the view, waiting, offering. I looked and waited. Her long strong fingers slipped down behind the delicate lace and slowly pressed her panties down. She had her elbows tight to her side, holding the shirt up. I stood and watched as the lace band slid lower and lower, exposing skin I had never seen, until the shadow of her shaved cleft was visible. She couldn't hold the shirt up any more so she let it drop, but not before I saw the very top of her vagina.

Now she turned away from me and bent over. The blue lace was half way down the firm cheeks of her ass. When she bent the shirt pulled up, there was nothing in the way. Her hands continued to press the garment down. The gusset held fast against her sex, she spread her legs slightly and it dropped. As she slid, she bent from her waist and as the blue lace treasure slid down I saw it, my mother's pussy. It was flushed and full, the outer lips engorged and the inner ones in full bloom. The area was shiny. When the panties hit her ankles she stayed bent and just waited. She was offering her pussy to her son. I smiled, remember, I don't take offers, I take.

When I didn't ram my cock into her she stood up and handed them to me. A slightly confused look on her face. It turned to a smile when I brought her soaked thong up to my nose and sniffed, my tongue reaching out and almost touching it. She gasped and clenched her legs.

"Good girl." I purred, she sighed.

I pointed the way and she walked. I was behind her and had my hand at the lowest point of the small of her back, on the top of her ass actually. I steered her towards the back of the house and out the slider. We stopped.

"John, son, we have no work to do. What are we going to do?"

I stepped past her. The pool deck had very subdued lighting, hidden in the shrubs. My pool is forty feet long, curved, with a water fall at one end. There's a low fence around the property. I stepped away from my mother and walked towards the pool shucking my shirt as I went. At the edge I stopped, dropped my shorts and dove in saying.

"Let's go swimming."

I swam out a bit and rolled on my back. My boner stuck up like a sharks fin. I didn't ask if she wanted to swim naked and I wasn't going to. She looked nervous.

"You don't have a very tall fence, people will see."

I swam closer.

"Good, then maybe they'll tell their mother to swim naked with them."

It was as good as an order. I stood on the step molded into the concrete side of the pool. My waist was above water and I made no attempt to hide or explain my erection. Mom got that wicked smile and bit her lip. She crossed her arms and flung the shirt off. She stood for a moment so I could take the whole picture in. She is so tall, her waist is tight and her breasts have just a little sag. A wild mane of auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her hard abdomen trailed down into that triangle that finds its apex at the very top of her smooth womanhood. Her legs are long and lithe, as she shifted, the muscles flexed under her flawless skin. She arced smoothly into the water and I dove back in to meet her. We ended up at the shallow end, coming up face to face with the water at our hips. I moved forward until we hit. I felt her breasts, her hard nipples, contact my chest as my needy prong nestled in front of her closed thighs. I pressed and she wordlessly moved backwards, our eyes connected, her face a combination of supplication and need. I felt her stop as her back made contact with the side of the pool. My hands went past her and grabbed the coping pulling me tight against her mature body. My rigid cock was pressed upward between us, her hard nipples boring holes in my chest. I cocked my head and moved in till my lips brushed hers as I spoke.

"I'm going to kiss my mother now."

"Please."

Was all she gasped as our lips met for our first lovers kiss. I took. Mom moaned deeply as our open mouths collided. She held me hard as I plunged my tongue into her mouth. She bent back, giving, allowing, as I pressed forward. I pulled her away from the side of the pool and reached down, cupping her firm ass in my hands and squeezing hard. I pulled my mouth off hers. She was panting and looked wild.

"Take me son. Take me John. I'll do anything for you."

My hands slid lower till I had the lips of her pussy split with them. I moved to kiss her again.

"Yes you will mom. I will do everything and you will love it."

My fingers were as far as they could go up her puss. She was bucking against me as our mouths wrestled. She pulled her tongue out and moaned on my mouth.

"Please don't make me wait any longer, please?"

I gently pulled away and took her hand, leading her up the molded stairs. We paused and I watched the water run off her perfect body, the rivulets draining down between her breasts to end dripping off her sex. She stared at me, waiting. I led her around the corner of the pool to the lounges. Letting go of her I yanked off a few pads and tossed them on the concrete. Mom needed no instruction; she slowly settled down into a kneeling position. Once there she spread her legs wide and dipped her head down, presenting me my prize. I wondered at her flush full pussy, the inner lips shiny with her need and wide open, her tight rosebud, clenching, just above, both waiting, wanting. She pressed her head into the mats. She was panting, nearly gasping.