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DATING MAGGIE Chapter 36
DATING MAGGIE
Chapter 36: Getting Ready to Meet Anushka (Friday)
Written by Spacer X <paul_t_22@yahoo.com>

Copyright © 2014 - present Spacer X; All Rights Reserved.

This is part of a longer e-novel. It's highly recommended that you start with the >Prologue and read the parts sequentially, in order to understand the characters and previous events. The Prologue also provides the full set of story codes for all parts.

Maggie, now back in "Margaret mode," quickly cooked up some pasta for Nick, Andy, and herself. She was dressed in typical "suburban soccer mom" clothes, and she acted the part well during dinner as well.

It was all a lie, though, even more than before, because she couldn't simply switch personas. She obviously didn't have multiple personality disorder; she was pretending much of the time. She acted the same usual for dinner behavior on the outside, but on the inside her heart was soaring and her pussy was throbbing as she recalled all the things she'd done with Nick and Hillary all afternoon long.

She didn't feel much in the way of guilt or regret, but she was determined to keep her Maggie mode as only part of her life, for many reasons. One benefit to that was it helped her get completely sexually uninhibited and slutty whenever she was in Maggie mode, precisely because she knew that was a "part time job" and she would be returning to the safety of her normal life before long.

She and Nick ate dinner quickly, and then rushed up to his room.

Nick needed to get ready to meet Hillary and Anushka at a fancy restaurant, and Maggie knew he'd need her help. She helped select a jacket and tie, since he was keen to make his best first impression with Anushka. Plus, it wouldn't exactly hurt to look handsome for Hillary too, even though he had no hopes of fooling around with her this evening.

Although Maggie had her "firewall" around her house, she had no choice but to talk to him about Maggie mode matters inside the house, due to time pressures and the simple logistics of him needing to be in his bedroom or the bathroom down the hall to get ready.

Maggie gave Nick advice on how to behave himself and act politely and properly. The restaurant, Park Avenue, was said to be five-star quality. Due to Nick's youth, plus Andy's mobility problems and the tensions between Maggie and Andy, it had been a long time since Nick had been to a restaurant of this caliber.

Maggie left for a while when Nick showered and dressed. She didn't want to tempt herself to be around him while he was changing, especially since she knew he didn't wear underwear anymore. She came back when he was as ready to go as he could get.

Nick stood in his room looking nervous while Maggie sat in a chair. He said to her, "Well, I guess there's nothing else to do but wait. Hillary told me not to leave until she calls and gives me the okay. Who knows when that'll be?! Or IF it will be?!"

Maggie advised, "Oh, she'll call, I'm sure. But probably not for a while. And the longer the wait, the BETTER it is, so don't get nervous."

"How can you say that?!"

"Trust me, I'm a woman. I know these things."

He complained, "Maybe so, but it sucks for me! I'm way nervous already. This is key! Everything hinges on what Anushka says tonight. Not so much with me, but what she and Hillary are talking about right now. If she flat out refuses the plan you got Hillary to agree to, everything could be sunk! Everything! Hillary could break up with me! Tonight!"

Maggie remained calm and comforting. "That's not going to happen. I'm sure of it. At worst, there will be a lot of drama and crying. Maybe they'll even break up or have a big falling out for a time. That's a worst case scenario, mind you. In the end, Anushka will see that this is actually a really good thing for her. She had little to no chance to keep Hillary for more very longer due to the way Hillary ping-pongs between dating boys and girls, and she knew it. With this agreement, everything will change. She may be stubborn, but she HAS to see the light on that. Believe me."

Nick sighed and frowned. "I wish I could. I'm not so certain. You know how I am. At times like this, when I'm not horny, I get shy and have no confidence. I could really use a hug."

Maggie frowned too. "I'm sure you could. And normally I would be happy to hug you. But in light of what's been happening to us lately, I can't risk that. Remember, I'm in Margaret mode now. If I hug you, I might not stay that way."

He sighed again. "That sucks. But I understand."

Maggie said brightly, "Hey, don't just stand there looking bummed. Waiting is good. Like I was saying, the longer you have to wait, the better."

"How do you figure? You didn't explain." He sat down on the edge of his bed, facing Maggie.

"Let me explain now. If you have to wait, that means Hillary is being smart. Human beings are pretty predictable. When a person gets angry or upset, all kinds of hormonal and chemical changes happen within us. I'm no doctor, so I don't know what those are exactly, but the point is you can't just turn off your strong emotions like flipping off a light switch. It takes time for the body to calm down after getting all worked up. Which would you rather do: rush to the restaurant and meet Anushka while she's still in an agitated state, or wait another hour or two and meet her when she'd calmed down?"

He griped, "An HOUR or two?! I understand what you're saying, but that's so long! I'm going to go stir crazy until then! I'm not used to this romantic complication stuff!"

Maggie chuckled knowingly. "It's a lot easier when you're just kicking back while one of your two busty sluts sucks you off, isn't it?" Then her eyes bugged out and she covered her mouth with her hands.

After she got over her shock at her own words, she said, "Scratch that! I'm in quasi-Margaret mode here. That sort of talk is not allowed! Pretend you didn't hear that!"

He sighed. "Don't worry. I'm so stressed out that I'm as unaroused as I can get. I wish at least Hillary could call me and tell me that Anushka agreed to the terms. Then I wouldn't have to worry."

"That's probably not going to happen," Maggie said, calming down and trying to be encouraging again. "And Hillary is a smart cookie, so the odds are you'll have to wait a while. Let them eat their dinner. Maybe you'll catch them during dessert or even afterwards."

"UGH!" He looked miserable. "Ma, you don't understand! This is way more to me than just a lust thing! I LOVE Hillary! I really do. Yes, she looks the way she does, and that's a big, big part of the appeal, but she has an awesome personality too. To have both of those things is so rare that I may never find it again. I totally want to get married to her and everything!"

He sighed heavily. "I know that's probably not going to happen, but a guy can dream, right?"

She smiled at him. She was tempted to tell him Hillary confessed that she could at least imagining marrying Nick as a distant, remote possibility. He knew he would do backflips over that. But she figured that was something that Hillary had told her in confidence and didn't want passed on. Besides, it was good for him to keep his desperate edge to help him Hillary's heart completely.

She answered him, "You most certainly can, and it's good that you do. You'll never get anywhere if you don't have something to aim for. That's a good thing to aim for too. The more I get to know her, the more I like her. I'm rooting for wedding bells between you and her someday, because how could you possibly do better? But don't tell her that you're even THINKING about that! You'll scare her off."

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid. The 'playing hard to get' strategy is working well for me. There are so many times I want to get all mushy and tell her how much I love her and praise her to the high heavens, but I have to keep my lips zipped. There will be a time for that, but later."

"Much later," Maggie agreed. "Now, to help pass the time, I know what you'd like to do."

His eyes lit up, and he stared at her with a sudden hunger. There was nothing he would have loved more than to have sexy fun with Maggie in the garage to pass the time. But he didn't want to upset her by making that suggestion.

She said, "Unfortunately, we can't do that."

"Awww." He dropped his head.

"However, since this is a special occasion, I'm willing to talk about Maggie things to help pass the time, even though we're inside the house. Just make sure there's no touching, okay."

"Okay!" Just being able to talk about sexual matters in a more overt way lifted his spirits considerably. "So, what do you want to talk about?"

"I'm glad you asked. You've got a big problem that we need to take care of right away."

"Oh no, another problem. What's that?"

"It's great that Hillary will let you touch her pussy now. That's a big step! So congratulations. But it also brings up a problem that needs to be addressed right away. You have NO experience in touching or licking a girl there. None! So far, you've built up a reputation with her as being quite a studly and sexually talented guy. You don't want to ruin that by stumbling around her pussy like a drunk and blind man staggering down the stairs."

"Ouch! Am I that bad?!"

"Well, luckily, you haven't really done anything to her yet. I don't know what happened between you and her in the girl's bathroom last week. But you played with her pussy there, didn't you?"

"Yeah." He smiled in fond memory.

She went on, "But I was there when fondled her pussy last Tuesday. When you touched her then, I could see that she was so close to orgasm that you basically could do no wrong."

He admitted, "That pretty much was what happened in the school bathroom too. Just the fact that we were getting naughty in a place like that made her hotter than a river of flowing lava. She said I did a good job afterwards, but I think it was all about the context. I felt like I was just... clueless. And winging it."

Maggie was secretly glad to hear that. She didn't want him to be doing a good job already, or she would have no excuse to help. "I'm sure you WERE clueless and winging it. Because how could you know otherwise, with no previous experience? If you don't get help, and fast, you're going to really disappoint her. The clitoris and pussy are kind of counterintuitive. You can't just rub and pull and get all aggressive like you do to my breasts and expect her to like it. There's an art to doing it right. Remember that Hillary has had a lot of lesbian lovers, so you've got a lot to learn to just be average when it comes to pussies, by her standards."

"I know! I've thought about thought of that. How can I compete with Anushka when it comes to pussies?! That sucks! What am I going to do?!"

"Normally, you'd be in quite a fix. There are things you can read, and maybe even how-to videos you could find on the Internet. But nothing beats actual practice. Just like you can't learn how to ride a bike from reading about it and watching other people do it; you have to do it yourself."

He nodded, but he still didn't understand what she was getting at.

She continued, "You know my firm policy about not allowing you to touch my pussy. Obviously that's in place to make sure we don't get carried away and go all the way. Which can NEVER happen!" She wagged a finger at him in warning.

Her heart was beating fast as she reached the crux of the matter, finally. She tried to look and sound casual though. "But, given this crisis situation with you needing to be good enough for Hillary, I'm willing to amend that rule somewhat."

"REALLY?!" He was so excited that he stood up.

She chuckled at his youthful eagerness. "Really. But only some. I still have the same concern about not getting carried away. So, I'm willing to give you lessons in how to touch a woman down there. If you behave yourself, we might be able to continue doing that. And if you're REALLY well behaved, I might even give you lessons on pussy licking too, further down the line."

"WOW!" He punched a fist in the air. He did a little jig.

Maggie laughed, mostly because she could see a very well defined bulge suddenly form in his slacks. He wore dark blue slacks that were tight and well fitting, so his boner didn't have anywhere to go. She waved her hands in a downward motion. "Sit back down already. Behave! Remember, I'm mostly in Margaret mode now. It's just my mouth that's not."

That put a fiery look in his eyes, and his nostrils flared.

She waved her hand. "Not like that! You know what I mean. I can talk, and that's it."

"Right." He sat back down on his bed. He was still bouncy with excitement at this new great news.

She continued, "Anyway, we need to act fast on getting you up to speed on how to properly handle a pussy. I don't want you touching Hillary there until I at least give you rudimentary instructions."

"Maaaaa!" he griped. "She JUST gave me the green light on that again today!"

"I know, I know. You're horny and eager. But patience will win the day. Are you looking for a quick sexual thrill with her, or long-term love?"

He said, a bit put out, "You know the answer to that."

"Then patience, okay?"

He nodded.

"There's no chance I can give you hands-on instruction tonight. Luckily, I don't think you'll be in a sexual situation with her tonight anyway, given that Anushka will be there. But tomorrow morning, we'll have to find some way and place for me to switch into Maggie mode, so I can start to teach you. There's no telling what'll happen at the party tomorrow night, so we need to be prepared for anything."

"Sweet!" He stood up again and punched his fist in the air again.

She chuckled and rolled her eyes, acting like she was cool as a cucumber. But that was just an act, because her body was on fire. Her nipples were erect and her pussy was pulsing. She figured that if they found a time and a place for her to go into Maggie mode, the pussy touching lesson would be great, but she would have to find a way to get her mouth bobbing on his cock again too. She loved sucking him and couldn't get enough of it.

She said, "Now, let's switch gears for a minute. Have you decided what you're going to say to Anushka?"

"Kind of. I have some scenarios in mind. But I'm going to have to roll with the punches to some extent."

She nodded. "You're a clever guy, so I'm sure you'll do fine. Keep stressing that you and her should be allies, not enemies. Look at it from her point of view. How does what you do with Hillary help Anushka?"

He nodded impatiently. "I know! I know! It provides balance and stability so we all can have long-term relationships instead of having Hillary flame out, like in past relationships. Believe me, I've been thinking about what I'd say to her for days now, well before I knew about tonight. I've got this! Trust me!"

"I'm sure you do. I'm glad to see your confidence is surging."

He looked down at the lewd bulge in his slacks. "As you know, it surges when I'm surging down there too."

"That's fine. Run with that! I'm sure Hillary and Anushka will be dressed in very sexy outfits, and Hillary has hinted that Anushka is quite beautiful."

"And exceedingly busty!" He wiggled his eyebrows like Groucho Marx.

Maggie laughed. "Oh, you noticed those references? I thought you wouldn't be interested in that."

He laughed too. "Yeah, right! I'm an unrepentant 'boob brain,' and I don't care who knows!"

"That you are!" Maggie was tempted to strike a sexy pose to better show off her massive rack, or even get topless altogether. But she knew that was a dangerous, slippery slope, so she just stayed still.

She said, "Use your 'horny power' to your advantage. Let your lust flow when you see them! Use it as a tool to give you the confidence that you don't otherwise have. Don't be wagging your big fat cock in Anushka's face, since she's lesbian, but otherwise, stay stiff and horny!"

He grinned widely. "Will do. Somehow, I don't think that'll be a problem for me, especially if half the rumors about her being a super stacked gorgeous Indian babe are true. Plus, even if she looks like an orc, Hillary will be there, dressed to the nines."

She smirked knowingly. "Somehow, I don't think you'll have a problem getting a stiffy. You never do." She glanced significantly at his crotch.

He chuckled, and crossed his legs. "MaaaaAAAAaaaa!"

They talked for a while about what he wanted to do and say at the restaurant. Nick laid out what he was planning on telling Anushka, and Maggie offered critiques and suggestions. He didn't need much help since he had thought things through carefully already but, if nothing else, it helped him pass the time without getting too nervous.

At one point, Nick changed the subject by asking, "By the way, what did you think of that whole incest 'role-play' thing with Hillary today?"

Maggie started laughing at that, and Nick joined in.

She said, "I gotta say, considering you're still basically a kid, you're a total genius! That whole cover story about 'ma' and 'son' was inspired. Talk about lucky! Now, we don't have to sweat it anymore!"

He nodded gleefully. "YOU were the genius! I came up with the 'Ma' excuse, but I'd thought of that in advance for the most part. You can up with the 'Son' excuse on the fly!"

She felt giddy and tingly from the compliment. For some reason, that gave her an extra powerful urge to immediately drop to her knees and suck his cock. But she hid it well. She said, "That's only because I was following your lead. The bottom line is, we're in the clear about the incest danger!"

He pointed out, "Not exactly, unfortunately. We still have to sweat it, just not as much. I'm going keep trying to call you 'Maggie' most of the time when Hillary is with us, because of all the other people who might overhear. And Hillary thinks it's just an occasional game we play, not something we do all the time. But yeah, it is a pretty great stroke of luck. She didn't seem even the tiniest bit suspicious, or is that just me being overly optimistic?"

"No, I really think she doesn't have a clue."

He said, "I think so! After all, the chances of you being my real mother seem wildly improbable in the first place. We just don't look that much like each other, especially now that you're a blonde. But I think the main thing is that she's convinced that you really are only 20 years old. You look young! You really do! Heck, you're only 33, and that's way young for a mother with a kid my age. But you look even younger than that. Maybe 25, tops. So I'm sure Hillary doesn't even consider the possibility you could be my mother, because the idea would seem patently absurd."

"I think you're right, and thank God. It's a lucky thing I have a young face."

"You do, but that's not luck. You work out like a demon every day, and it make you totally frickin' HOT! You have a hardbody like a professional female athletic, yet you've got soft and squeezable tits out to here!" He stretched his arms out in front of him.

Then he caught himself. "Oops! I'm getting a big carried away for this 'neutral territory' kind of conversation. But my point is, you look as young as you do mostly due to hard work, not luck. You should be proud of your sexy body! So sexy!"

She chuckled, and waved her hands in a downward direction. "Whoa, boy! Calm down! Stop drooling already!"

"Sorry." He pretended to wipe his chin of drool. "Not that we're out of the woods with the incest danger. We'll probably never be totally safe with that, even with your backstory novella. How is that coming along, by the way?"

"Good. Very good. I'm about halfway done already."

"Excellent. But even with that, and all our other careful preparations, there are still lots of ways we could be ruined. For instance, if she comes to our house. That would be a total disaster!"

"I know! I keep worrying about that. We're going to have to work on that, and make the place completely radioactive in her mind. I didn't get a chance to give her the excuse we've come up with about that yet, although I almost did. But I will as soon as it can come up in a natural way."

He nodded. "Good. Surprisingly, it hasn't come up when I've talked to her either. I think she feels most comfortable in her own room in her own house, and much prefers to meet there anyway. So that's a lucky break. But I've been thinking about how we should handle my 'mother.'"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the problem is that if you're Maggie my girlfriend, who's my mother?!"

"Ah. Yes. That's one of our most dangerous and fundamentally unsolvable problems."

He nodded. "I've been thinking that I should just tell her that my mother died a couple of years ago. You could have died in the same accident that gave Andy his injuries."

They had previously agreed that, if asked, Nick would tell Hillary that Andy was his father. He needed to have someone be his father, and Hillary might come here unexpectedly and run into him.

Maggie was dismayed. "Son, that's morbid! I don't want to be dead!"

"You're not dead. You're obviously still alive! But isn't that really the only solution? What if things keep developing and she wants to meet my parents?! What else can I do? Rent a couple of actors to play the part?! That won't last. I could say that I'm basically emotionally estranged from Andy, which is basically true, and try to keep her from him as much as humanly possible. Then, with my mother having died, that pretty much solves the parents problem."

Maggie was frowning. "I suppose. I don't like it, but you're probably right that it's the least worst solution. But have you talked about the fact you have a mother to her yet?"

"I've generally tried to avoid the topic since it's such a potential minefield for me. I've probably made some general vague mentions about 'my parents.' But if I did, I could just tell her that I don't like to tell anyone that my mother died unless I get really close to that person."

"That's plausible, I guess." Maggie seemed uncertain. "Still, I worry. The dangers of getting caught are almost unthinkable, so I try hard not to think of them. Of course, if Hillary finds out I really am your mother, your relationship with her will be over in an instant. But worse, she could be so angry that she'd 'out' us to other people. Maybe including Andy! Then we'd really be screwed!"

"I know! I know! But I honestly don't think she'll do that. At least not if I get a chance to explain myself to her. She's not the vengeful type. And the more our bond grows, the more sympathetic she'll be."

Maggie glared unhappily. "Maybe. Or maybe the more she falls in love with you, the more betrayed she'll feel. Beware a lover spurned!"

Nick sat there looking depressed and worried. His penis had gone flaccid. "Oh great. Now I'm all stressed out again. Up until now, I thought I had this Anushka situation licked. But suddenly, I'm all stressed and worried about that too!"

Maggie tried to boost his spirits and inspire his confidence, but he remained in a bad mood. They talked about different things, including some fairly sexual things, but nothing helped to put him back in his previous confident mood.

At one point, Nick asked, "So, what will you do tonight, after I'm gone?"

She replied with a frown, "I've actually way overstayed my time in Maggie mode. Well, verbal-only Maggie mode, that is. Once you're gone, I'll turn back into Margaret, or a pumpkin, whichever one is more boring."

"You seem sad and bitter," he noted.

"Yeah, I guess I am. You have no idea how much fun I'm having in Maggie mode these days. You're probably thinking that all sex with anyone is this great, because this is all you've known but it's not. Not by a mile! I'm not just talking about my time with Andy. There's such a sexual spark between us that it's... it's irresistible! What we have is like pure magic! And I know Hillary feels the same. It's like you're hitting a home run every time you're at bat!"

He nodded. "I feel it too. And I feel the exact same thing with Hillary. I know I've never had sex with anyone else, but I'm sure it can't be like this normally. If it was, people would do nothing but have sex until they died of dehydration!" He chuckled. "Besides, it's a million times better than masturbation."

She nodded back, "It's TOO exciting and enjoyable. It makes everything else I do seem bland. Frankly, 'Margaret' lives a pretty damn boring life. Tonight, after you're gone, my highlight will be watching TV for a couple of hours, or maybe reading some more of a murder mystery novel I'm in the middle of. It bores me just to think about it."

Her voice suddenly was filled with eagerness. "And then compare that to what we did together today! For instance, what we did while buck naked in the middle of an SUV in some library parking lot! What were we thinking?! So reckless!"

He nodded. "But so exciting!"

She sighed, then deflated with sadness and longing. "Yeah."

He said, "I'm lucky school and homework keep me busy a lot. You should stay busy. Why don't you work more on your novella?"

"I would, but I realized I have to be in the right mental state for that. At least while you're off meeting Anushka, I'll be too nervous. I'll be sending you my best wishes."

"Thanks, Ma!" he smiled widely. Then he suggested, "What about working on your cookbook some more then?"

"Maybe I will." She realized that he'd had a very good idea, and it would help a lot if she could find better ways to occupy her "Margaret" time. The cookbook certainly needed work. Between all the excitement of her Maggie mode times and working on her backstory novella, she hadn't done anything on that for days.

Unfortunately, after that, Maggie stayed sad, making her attempts to cheer him up nearly impossible.

Luckily, Hillary finally called Nick on his cell phone a short time later. She spoke in hushed tones. "Hi Nick! I'm calling from the restaurant bathroom, so I have to be quick. Things are developing. I think it's time for you to come here. How soon can you leave?"

"Right away. But, uh-"

"Good! Do it! Can't talk now. I'll see you soon. Bye!" She hung up.

Nick continued to hold and stare at his cell phone. He didn't know what to think about that call. He relayed to Maggie what Hillary had said, word for word.

Maggie said with forced cheer, "That's good news! Go get 'em, Sport! I know you'll kick butt!"

He still looked very worried. "But what if I'm walking into a disaster? 'Things are developing.' What the hell does that mean?! That could mean anything. What if that was the best spin she could put on it? Why didn't she at least say 'things are developing WELL?' One more word. Was she really that in a hurry that she didn't have time for one more word?!"

Maggie stood up. "You think too much. I'm sure it's fine or she wouldn't have called to have you join them. Remember, she's on your side. She's not going to send you into disaster. Come on. Get going! You told her you were leaving right away, so don't just stand here and fret. I'll see you out to the car."

"Thanks."

He was all ready to go, so he immediately hurried to the garage, with Maggie following right behind him.

Maggie was concerned about his attitude. She feared he wouldn't do his best with Anushka because he'd lost his confident swagger brought upon mainly by getting horny. And a lot was riding on this, for everyone.

So, when they both reached the garage, Maggie said to him, "Take the Prius. I doubt it matters, but if Hillary happens to see your car, that'll win you more points than if you're driving the big SUV. Don't forget what a big environmentalist she is."

"Thanks."

"And... You know my rules. When we're at the house, I'm 'Margaret,' not 'Maggie.' That's true even in the garage most of the time, since we made that neutral territory again as its default state. But you need a boost to put you in the right frame of mind."

Her voice unexpectedly turned sultry. "So... is it just me, or is it too hot in here?" She gave him a sexy wink, and raised a hand behind her head to strike a sexy pose.

He smiled in appreciation. He thought that was as far as she was going to go. In truth, it wasn't that inspirational, because she was wearing rather frumpy and conservative "Margaret clothes."

But she wasn't done. She started repeatedly pulling her blouse from her chest, like her clothes were sweaty and sticky. "It must be a 100 degrees in here. At least! Maybe 105. I'd better take off some clothes before I burn up!"

With Nick standing in front of her, she started to undress in the sexiest manner she could manage. However, she knew that Nick told Hillary he'd leave right away, so she had to hurry. She figured that given Nick's love of nudity, the main thing was that her clothes came off.

A minute later, Maggie was left standing in just her socks. "Ta-da!" She struck a sexy cheesecake pose again, and much more convincingly this time.

Nick was so moved, and so aroused, that he rushed to give her a hug. "Oh, Ma! Thank you so much for that!" He kissed her lips before she could reply.

Things heated up between them rapidly. They started out holding and kneading each other's asses. But it wasn't long before Nick had his hands on Maggie's bare breasts, twisting her nipples like he was turning radio knobs. Just as quickly, she wound up with a hand down his slacks. Soon, she had his belt unbuckled and his zipper undone so she could get to all of his cock and balls with both hands. His slacks slid down his thighs.

She had merely intended to show some bare boob for him, to give him a hard-on again. But their mutual desire was so great that once they started down a lusty path, neither of them could stop themselves.

In fact, a minute later, Maggie found herself on her knees, bobbing on his cock!

She thought, How the hell did this happen?! All I wanted to do was getting him nice and stiff, and he was like that before I even took my bra off! But ... Mmmm! God, I love this cock! But I really shouldn't... Mmmm! But listen to him moan! He's so cute! I love it when I get him moaning like that. He's having the time of his life, thanks to my active tongue and my sliding lips! And what's wrong with that?!

Anyway, what was I thinking? Oh yeah. I really shouldn't have gone THIS far. Aaaah! Because once I get started... Mmmm! Once my clothes start to come off... Aaaah! Mmmm! Yes! ... Do you like it, Son? Do you like it when your mother turns into your personal cocksucking SLUT?! MMMM! Do you like it when I get down on my knees to slurp on your impossibly thick cock?! This thing is a real jawbreaker! Mmmm! YES! Maybe I should gag on it to show you how much I love every last inch!

But, somehow, she suddenly pulled all the way off. She scooted a few feet back for good measure, like a scurrying crab. She felt like she had to stop. Not only was she making Nick late, but she sensed that if she didn't stop now, she would only get more and more into it and keep going for five or ten minutes more, until finally Nick had an orgasm. It was true he usually stayed erect after cumming the first time, but what if he didn't? That would defeat the entire point of trying to arouse him before he left. And if he did stay erect, she almost certainly wouldn't stop then, making him even later. She felt like she had no choice.

With Nick still reeling in confusion, she scooted to where her clothes had been tossed on the floor, and she started putting them back on. She said, "I'm sorry, Son! God knows there's nothing I'd love more than to suck your big fat cock for as long as it takes to get you to cum all over my face! But... not now! That was just to get you horny and confident again. You can't be late! Hillary is waiting for you! You HAVE to go. NOW!"

He seemed lost in a lusty daze. He stared at her with a ravenous hunger, like he wasn't going to stop until he'd fucked her in her mouth, cunt, and even her ass! But he snapped out of it, more or less, and nodded. He tried to talk himself into leaving instead of ripping Maggi's clothes off and ravishing her. "Right. I can't blow it with Anushka. Nothing's more important than that. Focus on my dream. The big picture. I've gotta go!"

"You do. So go!" She waved her hand at him as if shooing him away.

But he just stood there holding his stiff erection. He was lightly stroking. "But you look so sexy. God, I love it when you're completely naked. And I'm really, really horny!"

"I know! Take all that horniness and wow her with your cleverness and confidence. Go! Now! I'll still be sexy tomorrow and beyond. I'm sure my lips will be back on your cock monster soon! Tomorrow, for sure!"

He reluctantly nodded. With a sigh, he pulled his slacks up and tucked his privates away.

He looked to the Prius and seemed to rediscover his urgency to get to the restaurant in a hurry. "Okay, I'm going now. Wish me luck. And thanks for what you just did. You're the best mother ever!"

She chuckled. "I'm too good."

He started the car. "That was exactly what I needed. I'm going to be dangerously horny for a long time after that, thanks to you." He hit the garage door opener button, and the garage door started to lift.

Maggie realized with horror that her naked body would soon be exposed to the street! So far, all she did was put her top back on. She was still naked from the waist down!

True, the sky had grown dark and the odds of someone happening to be out for a walk right in front of their house was infinitesimal, but that didn't lessen her alarm. Gathering most of her clothes, she got up and rushed behind the Explorer before the garage door raised up a few feet.

Nick said, "Oops! Sorry about that! But it looks like you're okay. I've gotta run. Bye!" He pulled the car into the driveway and then made sure to quickly close the garage door. Then, with a big smile on his face, and a throbbing erection in his slacks, he drove off.

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of YamiBoy, Ecchi Spud, Johnny Galt, BDGV, lew54321, and especially Jamielynn who helped immensely.