...ittle game you're playing in the mornings." It wasn't exactly the words she meant to say.
"I won't," he said.
"That's not what I meant, Naruto." She studied him for a moment. Her voice dropped to hushed tones. "You'd better be sure of what you want before you try to get it."
For the first time he looked at her. "What?"
"You heard me. Better think it over carefully." She turned and went to her bedroom.
Naruto tossed and turned until the wee hours thinking over his mother's comments. But there was little doubt in his mind that come the dawn he was going to feel her ass again. He was just too hung up on her to give up. He wasn't even sure he understood her remarks.
Thursday, he again rose early and dressed minus his underwear. He was anxious to get to the kitchen, but he first had to wait until his raging hard-on had cooled slightly. Not that he wanted it flaccid. He wanted to be hard enough to force his mother's cheeks apart as he pushed against her. He was hoping her little talk would make her think he wouldn't try anything this morning. Finally he went down the hall and entered the kitchen. His mother was just leaving the table. She stopped in the middle of the room.
"Good morning, honey, you're up early this morn...