I looked toward her and couldn’t help smiling.
Mother looked back at me with an impish grin and winked with both of her eyes.
It was all I could do to try to ignore her flirtation, but I looked away and I imagined my face was turning an embarrassed shade of red.
“I love the way the salmon is cut and the texture is so soft and attractive.” I said softly.
“The cream sauce with chive gives me a firm sense that this is a gift born from Aphrodite.” I said waxing poetically.
“I enjoy eating her gifts.”
I felt I was pushing my luck at this juncture. I figured I could claim that I was showing off the poetic sense I was gaining from readings assigned at school.
I asked her how she liked her sausage and beets.
“It reminds me of a bull I saw at a fighting ring in Spain when I was a teenager.”
She said.
“The animal’s phallus hung down between its legs while its testicles hung separately. They were red and angry looking.”
“The phallus would swing in an arc as the animal maneuvered around the matador who taunted the bull with his cape.”
Mother paused to take a drink…. Then continued..
“Nonetheless, I couldn’t take my eyes off the steer’s low hung appendage. It was art and I swooned as the animal swung its great body and dangled its fruit.”
“It’s as though the beast was making a final statement that all vaginas belonged to him.”
“The matador was not impressed with this display and vanquished El Toro with a slice to the neck and a jab into his heart.”
She licked her lips before taking another sip of her wine.
“Since that day, I have never been able to eat a sausage without thinking of the beast and his deadly burlesque.”
Mother took a gulp of her wine finishing the glass then looked at me with a serious gaze.
“I agree, Joseppi. This was a fabulous dinner.”
She paused looked down then back at me with a sad look in her eye.and said…
“Please take care of me tomorrow….”
When I opened my eyes at 7 am, I realized I had to be up and get ready for 9 am Mass. I felt nervous and pained for my mother. Worried is a more succinct description. On my way to my bathroom, I stopped by my mother’s door and could hear activity. I called and asked if everything was on track for her. She called back “yes” and that there was breakfast for me in the kitchen. She would be out in time to go to Church.
I cleaned up, had my breakfast, got dressed in my freshly pressed clothes, took out the car and got it percolating with the air-conditioning, then read the news while I waited. I heard her door open and watched her come down the stairs.
She had her mourning dress on which fit her like and evening dress. The black with a tinge of violet colored fabric hugged her body to show the flair of her hips from her narrow waist. The fabric of the hem flowed and opened from my mother’s body highlighting her muscular hips and thighs then flowed into loose smooth waves as it extended down to her feet.
On top, the dress followed the shape of her body and suggested the musculature of her abdomen and tapered up over her breasts. She wore a half cup bra underneath for support that let her nipples poke out into the delicate fabric of the garment. I had seen this over the years but today her nips were more prominent than I had ever remembered seeing them.
The most striking piece was her vail. A pill box hat with a very dark vail. The veil was made in several layers that made her face very difficult to see and covered back to her ears. Mother’s dark brown hair was pulled back into a French twist that look wholly sexual to my mind.
She reached the bottom of the stairs and asked if I would zip her in the back.
She turned for me and I pulled the zipper up to a small button which I fastened at the nape of her neck. Next, she directed me to put on her shoes.
Her four-inch stilettos had to be strapped to her feet. Mother sat and raised her dress, I took her foot raised it, fitted her foot with the shoe and strapped it. She crossed her other leg and raise her dress again but in an exaggerated manner up over her knee.
I could see clearly that she was wearing black see-through pantihose and I caught a
subtle whiff of her musk which distracted my thoughts.
I continued… She complained that her foot was cramped this morning and asked if I could please massage it briefly. As my hands pressed the contours of her foot, I heard her sigh and take a deep breath. The light scent of my mother’s body continued to penetrate my nose and I became aroused. Finally, I strapped her shoe, and we were ready to go.
I stood up and my mother pointed at the bulge in my pants saying…
“Joseppi, you need to adjust yourself. You can’t have that at Mass.”
She giggled a little.
I opened the door for her to go to the car. I stayed back momentarily to adjust my cock so to keep it concealed and then rushed out to open the door of the air-conditioned car.
It was very hot that August morning and it was important that she stay cool in that dress and not muss it up by perspiring too much before she made her appearance. As I drove, she remained silent. I understood that this would be a big day for her and that mother becomes contemplative on this occasion every year.
We arrived at St. Mary’s and now was my moment with her. My mother took my arm and I escorted her to the church and over to our usual place. As we walked, mother clutched my arm more firmly than in the past. She whispered…
“I want to thank you, Joseppi, for being with me today and supporting me.”
I remained silent but touched her hand softly with my free hand and during the service she held my hand.
We took communion together as always but somehow, I felt closer to her in that moment when I saw her lift her vail just above her mouth to accept the host on her tongue. The sexiness of that act in the context of this very grave sacrament had me going stiff in my pants and I prayed that the way I had tucked my member away would protect him from uncouth revelation.
We went back to our seat in the pew and listened to the Priest’s intonations, sang the final hymn and crossed ourselves as we prepared to leave the sanctuary. I walked to the end of the pew and waited for mother. As I watched her coming slowly towards me, I was transfixed by the sight of her. The way the dress hugged and draped her body highlighting her most alluring features. Mother’s hips framed with the fabric receding into her pussy where her shapely crotch pulls in from the meat of her hips. This concave contour of the fabric rises gently up to her athletic abdomen following her shape that softly tapers out from the nest just below her waist.
Her small full breasts were on display with their nipples pushing without subtlety against her couture and I continued to pray that my cock would continue to be unnoticed by other congregants and particularly the several nuns that were in attendance.
Mother took my arm and I escorted her to the door. We walked past the typically jovial ushers who remained silent and bowed their heads in deference to my mother.
A valet who I had tipped before the service brought the car around. I opened the door for mother and she got into the car. As I drove home, she spoke to me.
“I need you to be with me this afternoon, Joseppi.”
Once in the house, Maria asked me to please take off her shoes. She sat down on a chair in the alcove and I knelt to reach her feet as she lifted the hem of her gown just to her knee. I reached over for to unbuckle the straps of each shoe while I made a point of quietly inhaling the subtle scent of her musk interacting with a sweet perfume.
I couldn’t help taking a second to lightly rub her calf. Maria parted her legs slightly and my hand wondered up to her thigh just above the knee. I felt nervous about doing this and withdrew my hand as I got up to stand.
Maria offered me her hand standing up as I took it. She led the way and I unquestioningly followed her lead up the stairs and through the hallway to Maria’s bedroom.
We stopped in the middle of the room just at the foot of her bed and she told me to unzip her gown. Of course, I did this first unbuttoning the top button. I could feel the warmth of her skin and detected a slight shiver in her breathing as I pulled the zipper of her dress down her back past the hooks of her bra and down to just above her lovely ass.
Maria brought her arms up and asked me to help her pull the garment off up over her head. I leaned down to gently lift up the hem gathering it loosely as I lifted the fabric and observed her body as it became revealed. Her calves then her thighs. The dress came up over her head. I opened the bundle and lay the dress flat over the couch. When I turned back towards Maria, she was facing me and she had a look in her eye that I had never seen before. She ordered me to remove her slip and pointed to the zipper on her backside.
I got down on one knee, undid the zipper and the slip fell to the floor which left me face to face with her pantihose clad ass. I looked at its shape and that she wore no panties underneath. I couldn’t stop looking when I heard her say, “I want you to touch me, Joseppi”.
I put a hand on my mother’s ass cheek feeling its cool warmth as I softly caressed it. I brought my face closer to smell the musk of her body. Without thinking, my hand descended down to the cleft between Mother’s legs and I felt the wetness that drained from her pussy.
I instinctually moved my face in to smell her ass at the point where it gave way to her pussy.
Mother grabbed my hand and pulled it away from her as though she were angry that I had gone too far. She pulled me up and I realized she was still wearing her veil. Clasping my hand, she led me to the side of the bed asking me in an abrupt harsh tone…
“Do you know what I need right now!”
“Do you know what I Need RIGHT NOW!”
I nodded shyly.
“Show me you know what I need!”
“I want to see you naked and I want you to show me you know what I need!”
She laid on the bed opening her legs where I could see her inner labia folded and pressed down by the pantyhose.
I removed my tie, shirt and dropped my pants finally peeling off my black underwear. My cock bounced out standing very hard. I reached over her, grabbed the tops of her hose pulling them down her legs. She lifted her legs as I pulled the hose over her feet and up to my face to take a whiff of my mother’s morning ordeal at the church.
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