I smiled, kissed my mother's forehead lightly, and called forth the spirit within her that had laid the platform for this conquest so long ago. Lookin... back, especially after the sex I had enjoyed these past two nights, I could scarcely understand why I had found the idea of taking my mother so repulsive. It had taken me these many months to grow accustomed to the idea, to overcome my ingrained view that coupling with my mother was something illicit and vile. I had finally come to understand. I told her I had to meet her after work. She said ok.After work, I went to the old supermarket. I met her in the parking lot. As I got into her car, which was a Chevy Camaro that I always bugged her to let me drive. She started to drive toward the school, she was asking questions about her brother and what was his problem been with me for the last couple of days. I told her, I think he was stressed out about the baseball season and being a captain. She wanted to know why I punched him, I told. It was a blues bar, and there was a band playing on a little stage in front. We sat in a booth in back, and had to squeeze to get in. Mike sat next to me, and another partner (a much younger man) sat on my other side. My husband wound up sitting on the other end, next to Frank, another associate. The two of them got drinks for us. At first I ordered a Shirley Temple, but Mike insisted I have something stronger.The partners were very friendly. Mike and the other man, Junior, leaned in very close. Come on do it otherwise there will be no more fucking tonight, ' I replied.She wanted a fuck. She took my limp cock in hand and moved the foreskin up and down several times. 'It is too tired to be revived that way. Take it in your mouth, ' I said.Then with a distasteful expression on her face she planted a kiss on it. 'Take it in your mouth and suck it, ' I urged.She then gave the phallus couple of tentative licks with her tongue. I caught her head and pressed it on my cock. Her mouth opened.