I had already forgotten Emeka's statement and I believed that he was just messing with us, having some fun. I was doing my laundry, when Emeka came in...o my home and when he saw me doing laundry; he laughed and said that he'll send a maid to do that. He told me to come with him and have some drinks together. I started to be fed up with him and his drinks, but he was Boss and it's his house I lived in. So I had to drop all my dirty clothes from my hands and leave it be and joined Emeka as he had. I figured they were hugging, hopefull a lot of touching. I knew my wife would let him do anything he wished from now on. If he only knew. Maybe he did. This young man was a hunk, as they say. Peg had shown him her great tits in church when she arranged this dinner with him. He had to have a pretty good idea Peggy wanted to get laid. I'm sure he wondered about where I would be but was hoping for a chance.I walked into the room with a tray of wine glasses and the bottle. They were standing very. So we arranged for me to cook on my gas stove and bring dinner back to their house. Their TV worked intermittently so we gradually realized we were in for the long haul, outage wise. I was going to sleep in their spare bedroom. After dinner, we settled into an evening of conversation, snacks and wine. Veronica even offered me one of her nighties and a robe so I wouldn't have to cross over to my now-dark house for something to wear. I changed in the guest room and came back out.. They had also. I think we're going to be all right." After a few more minutes, she sort of chuckled and said, "Why are you so stiff and standoffish, honey? You don't have to be scared to touch me. I am your mother, you know."With that encouragement, I moved in closer, and my jockey-short-clad engorged cock, which had been barely touching her soft rump, slid gently between her ass cheeks. For a moment everything seemed all right, but my damned rod started throbbing and pulsing in its excitement, and Mom would.