The calls have dried up now, and we’re both trying to kill time in the last half an hour. We share a little office banter and a joke or two to fill...in the minutes. We have worked together now for six months or so, and get along really well. James’ mobile lights up and as it is quiet I allow him to answer. It’s his girlfriend, Louise. His demeanour changes from his usual happy smiley self to one of a man asked to drain a swimming pool with a spoon. He seems snappy with Louise, answering her. Oh I get it. It’s to compensate for your other little problem. I’ve heard about men buying muscle cars when they can’t get it up anymore.’I couldn’t help but laugh.‘As I said I’m retiring I need something to replace the buzz of jumping out of an aeroplane at ten thousand feet.’‘Oh come off it, you’re a bloody consultant. Consultants don’t jump out of aeroplanes.’‘Well, it’s all a matter of semantics really. Some people prefer to call us mercenaries or soldiers of fortune, I think security. I was getting turned on by my son!The dilemma was whether I take some initiative or let him chalk the path? I decided that I should let my son take the lead like a real man. But won’t resisit his maneuvers. It was as if he read my mind. He opened his eyes and looked up at my face and gazed at me.“Rick beta any problem?” I asked casually.“No mom it is maybe for the first time I am seeing you so close- mom you are so beautiful.”“And old too,” I added flirtatiously.“Absolutely not,’’ he objected. And stayed that way, snug together, almost a single unit. I could feel the combined wetness of our orgasms slowly flow from her down over my pubic mound and balls. And we sat there.She finally sighed. "Dan, don't ya know? This is, like, perfect. I mean, US. We're perfect together." I believe so, Cindy. I know it." Yeah," she said dreamily. "Perfect. And hungry." So ... breakfast, then come back and load up, or load up now and go to breakfast?"She pulled back a few inches. I gazed, enraptured by.