”“For what?”He looked up at her, his eyes pleading for an answer.“Honey, what do you want?”“I don’t know…”“If you want my advice, ...just ask to see what you have been ogling all this time up close.”They were still looking at each other.“Is it okay?”“Is what honey?”She liked the game. Making him, actually say what he wanted was a good way to instruct himon how to be a man.“Would it be-I mean-can I see you naked.”“Of course honey. A mother should show her son theses things. What would you like to. Parting lips she takes long breaths as I grab her hair and comment that I was gentle to her only for her to whisper that even with her failed past relationship her kept to wax ropes and whips most of the time, she comments that even during there most randy play dates she never came close to using her safe word and he never wanted to expand so she would use her own methods for pleasure. I looked her in the eyes and said she would likely find her limit with me as her master and that she would. From down the hall I could hear my mother's en suite shower start up, followed by gurgling water as she washed herself clean.I walked to my bed, staring at the ceiling whilst I waited for full darkness to fall. Not twenty minutes later, my bedroom door opened; my mother walked in, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her mid-section, just high enough to cover the full curves of her breasts, and hanging just low enough to conceal the junction of her thighs. Beneath my mother's. " Are you my woman?" YES!"Later, she saw through me. "You're sad because you got caught up in it and made me say those things, aren't you?" I'm mad at myself for putting you through it. We should have talked about it." You're being a prude. I'm 21, its time I lost it."I stopped blaming myself for what I had done. She was a woman and happy for it."Ardy?" I said at the breakfast table the following morning. I never tired of seeing her eyes open expectantly when I said her name. "Did I say.