‘And how does the defense plea at this time?’ ‘Not guilty, your honor,’ Jenny called out from where she stood next to me. ‘Alright, well the... let’s reconvene on the…’ the Judge looked down at presumably a calendar on the desk before him, ‘the morning of the 23rd, two weeks from Tuesday, for opening arguments.’ He banged his gavel once and that was it. Jenny was on her feet and guiding Jackson out, almost forceably, by the crook of his arm. I trailed a few steps behind, hurrying to catch up with. "It's just ... well, it's been a long time since I had breakfast with a beautiful woman." I instantly regretted saying that.Sara got a little prickly. "I certainly hope you realize this is strictly business," she said icily."Of course," I said. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't help reminiscing. My wife and I used to sit in exactly the spots you and I occupy now." Oh," she said, softening a little. "So, where is she now?"I looked at her for a moment, considering. "She died," I finally answered.. She was moaning. I moved my hand down to her pussy, and began to work it. In and out. 2 fingers at a time. Flicking her clit as i did. This was amaazing for her, she said " i want you to fuck me ". I obeyed her i stuck my cock in her pussy, pounding her pussy, i was fingering her arse, as i did. We got out of the shower, still wet, i sat down on the toilet, She sat down on my cock. My throbbing cock still in her arse. I shot ropes of cum into her arse, it dripped onto my thighs, she jumped of. She asked me to wait for the table so that she could finish her work and then join me for breakfast. After 10 minutes she brought our breakfast. While having that we started talking. The way she was behaving did not show that something happened between us. Something which “should not happen”. But, I like the way we are ideal son and mother in daylight and desire of each other’s fantasy in the night behind doors or bedroom. I never wanted to change my equation with her. I wanted to be her son.