![]() Then, holding her breath as excitement began to rumble through her, she slipped her fingers through his thighs and brushed along his cock and balls. She caressed his thigh, moving her hand slowly toward his ass. She ran a hand up and down his thigh, then around to his back. Although Joey had his knees drawn up, she could see the outline of his cock through his pants, his prickhead angled toward his chest. She pressed her shoulder against his, her breath hot on her son's neck and cheek. But Sandy saw the way his prick bulged up, and her breathing increased. ![]() His cock was very hard inside his pants, and he was trying to conceal this from his mother. Joey glanced quickly, then pulled his gaze away. “Look at my legs and see if they are as nice as Lori's.” “You're not looking at them, darling,” she said, her voice suddenly thick. “Yeah, I guess,” he gulped, afraid to look at his mother. “My legs are as smooth and slender as her's, aren't they, Joey?” Sandy stretched one thigh out, running her hand up and down. “Don't you think I'm as pretty as she is, honey?” ![]() “I'm as pretty as Lori,” she whispered softly, close to his ear. Is she willing to accept the consequences, the reward or punishment, for allowing herself to become sexually liberated? Mom dares to let her most base desire and passions loose. This story features a mom allowing her dark passion’s surface, and the wanton slut inside her to emerge. Usually, mothers are great at keeping their dark passions submerged fantasies of sex with their sons are easily hidden within the complexities of everyday life.
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