" Sylvia got up. As she was leaving she leaned down close to my ear. "Come to my house and MadameMILF will reward your patience."I stared at her in sh...ck as she turned and walked out without even looking back at me. I was still staring when the waitress brought me the check. I paid for the meal, left a good tip and got up to go to my car. I drove to Sylvia's house wondering if this was a good thing to do or not.Before I rang the door bell, Sylvia opened the door and told me to step in. She was. He sat behind a large desk, papers neatly set in piles to his right. He looked over Linda’s shoulder to see the office door open. His genteel wife, Molly, entered, her blue housedress swirling around her ankles. Over her dress, a loose white cardigan protected her modesty. “What is it, dear?”Linda turned her head to see Molly Neilson standing primly behind her, hands clasped in front. She was a beautiful, brunette woman with a wide smile and soft brown eyes. She was not always fashionable, but. “Ahhh … ” his mother’s loud orgasm was enough to push him over the edge. He spasmed load after load of semen into his mother’s ass-tunnel.They sunk to the bathroom floor together. He held his mother close, feeling her heartbeat. After what seemed hours, but was probably only minutes, they kissed tenderly.“I love you, Mom.” he whispered.“I love you too, Sweetie.”They hugged each other tightly. It always amazed him that after all the sex play between them they still felt this overwhelming rush of. On Monday morning Cal was at the Bluebird, sitting in his usual booth. He was waiting for Millie to bring him the breakfast that he’d ordered and he had that good feeling of things getting back to normal.“Did you see this morning’s paper?” Millie asked him as she delivered his breakfast.She took a rolled-up copy from one of her apron pockets and it landed with a thud on the table in front of him. Then, she set his plateful of eggs and home fries on the table next to it.As she walked away Cal.