Lunch at your mothers with your new bride sounded perfectly harmless over the phone...but when you get there, you can't take your eyes off of her. Seeing her in that figure-hugging dress, the way she moves and speaks, brings back memories of when you were younger...when things were different between you two...when you would be together. Alone. Intimate...you try not to think of it but it seems like she's goading you into the thought of it, the naughtiness of it, glancing sideways at your wife every so often, telling you how handsome you are, how much she loved spending time with you when you were younger... You excuse yourself to the bathroom, hoping you've read the situation right as you stand, cock in hand, waiting for your mother to join you. It doesn't take long before she's slipping into the bathroom and dropping to her knees, telling you how she's missed this, talking about all those times when she'd dismiss you from school so you could fuck all afternoon, alone. How dirty and wrong it was, but how right it felt...She strokes you with her hands and her tits, doing all the things you love, caring for you. It's been so long since you've been this hard, since you've needed to cum like this...you cover her tits and her tight black dress in a huge load as she moans and laps at the mess you've made