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Her Mothers Pussy Part 4

Her Mothers Pussy Part 4



Rose glared.

What's the problem, dear? I see you spared your young man the sight of your mother having a little fun, Mother added testily.

'Having fun? Mother, you were feeding!

For Goodness's sake, Rose the man you're so protective of is your prey. He's more than SEEN a Feeding.

Nothing like that mother I feed only when James and I make love, something you know nothing about!

I know more about 'love' than you do, child, enough to know it's a bloody illusion.

Rose was about to snap back but something in Mother's voice told her that perhaps those were words of wounded love. Suddenly Rose felt overwhelming sorrow and compassion for her mother. She ran to her mother and flung her arms around her neck. Oh, Mamma, Mamma. I love you. Please, let's don't fight, she sobbed.

Rose, my darling you're right. I'm sorry. I just don't want you to let him hurt you, Mother said tenderly, holding Rose in her arms.

He can't hurt me Mamma; he can't. He loves me.

Rose, Rose. My dear hope you are right!

You'll see, Mamma. You haven't met him.

I never will unless you let me show these gentlemen on their way and help me straighten up this apartment. We don't want James to get the 'wrong idea, now do we? She said with a grin.

You're hopeless, Mother, Rose laughed. She looked at the two unconscious figures on the floor. Will they be alright?

I only took a half Meal from each. They'll be molesting the stewardesses on the flight back to Aberdeen.

An hour passed after Rose and James's faux entrance, the two kilt-wearing men were gone and the furniture was back in place. The windows were opened to the spring breeze, which had carried away the smell of sex. When the elevator doors opened this time, the scene was different.

Well Rose, darling, welcome. And this must be James.

Mother had changed into something more decent a floor length emerald green gown that clung to her shapely curves like a python devouring a gazelle. Matching heels added another 6 inches to her impressive height. Rose eyed her mother warily, not wanting her to make a good an impression on James. The women hugged and kissed and Mother accepted a peck on the cheek from James.

For the first hour or so James was mainly out of the conversation between mother and daughter that leaped illogically to the mere masculine mind among diverse subjects and people spanning centuries. Still, he enjoyed the admiring glances that Rose’s mother cast his way from time to time. Rose noted them as well and enjoyed them not at all.

Suddenly Mother turned on James with a little smirk. So, James, what is it like being my daughter's sex toy?

The question shocked Rose. She looked at James with concern. She was even more shocked at his reply.

It's altogether wonderful, Mrs. Nous. Running the estate and Rose's investment is a fascinating position. And of course there are the fringe benefits, he winked.

Rose almost laughed to see her mother blush. She clearly had not expected the self-confident reply.

P p p position? Mother sputtered as she imagined James on his knees with his face between her daughter's legs.

Of course, Mrs. Nous do you think I spend all day every day in bed pleasuring your wonderfully insatiable daughter? I've quite a bit of experience in private banking, wealth management, that sort of thing, you know. It's not often a man my age gets the opportunity to take on such a challenging portfolio.

Mother looked at James like a creature from Mars. Like many high-net-asset individuals, a little disappointed sigh escaped him Rose was not making optimum use of her asset diversity, investing without any real long-term strategy. I fixed that. If you'd like to see, I've brought a few summary tables.

Before either flabbergasted woman could stop him, James had pulled a laptop from the valise he had with him and was off on a PowerPoint Presentation of a case study of how he had turned around Rose's investment portfolio. Numbers and animated bar graphs flew on and off the screen. He must have been working on this for weeks to impress her mother, Rose thought, not knowing whether to laugh or cry with joy. Mother was totally stupefied by his rapid fire delivery filled with talk about "options" and "stretches" "cross-currency risk management" "interest rate futures" and the like.

Somehow – mother and daughter did have a number of joint interests – James had learned a lot about Mother's investments and assured her he could do even better with them than he had with Rose's. Rose's jaw dropped when James produced a prospectuses, waivers, and powers of attorney to allow him to manage Mother's assets. She almost fell out of her chair when Mother meekly signed.

A server called them to lunch about then. James offered Mother his arm, escorted her to the table and held her chair. Rose could see Mother was melting like butter in the Delhi sun. James was on a charm offensive and by luck, it was working! Mother was hanging on his words, giggling at his witticisms, and drinking more than she ought, Rose thought.

And he fucks, too? Mother hissed while James had excused himself after lunch.

Like a dream, Mother and he's a genius with his tongue, Rose replied under her breath, savoring her mother's obvious infatuation with her man.

After lunch the visit continued, but James was much more in the center of it. If anything, it was Rose who felt a bit left out as Mother and James bantered. Rose was amazed at how much James knew of art history, Mother's passion, having known many of the great painters of the Renaissance and Early Classical periods. Several times Mother came close to giving away her inside knowledge. No one else alive today knew first hand the size of Tintoretto's cock or could be certain that Leonardo was bi not gay.

Light was fading and Rose was eager to return home. She didn't like to drive the last few miles in the Blue Ridge foothills after dark. And she had a zillion things to talk to James about after today. It was clear James had won Mother over. Mother didn't just approve of James, she doted on him. Rose had several nasty ideas about how to celebrate his accomplishment. Rose had just returned from a toilet break when Mother delivered her bombshell.

I suppose you need to be getting on the road, Honey. This has been such a wonderful visit. You must come again.

Oh, we will, Mother. We will!

Well, that's what I need to talk to you about, privately. She looked at James. Deep Sleep Mother ordered.

Rose was surprised to see James shut down just as with her. You didn't make his trigger giver-specific, Mother explained.

To be continued


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