Mark seemed to enjoy what I was wearing. I was still topless, but I looked sexy and he knew I had dressed this way in order to tease him a bit before I showed him what he desired.
I sat on the Queen Anne’s chair across from the sofa where Mark was sitting and when I sat down I did so with my legs parted about half way.
“Did you find us a movie?”
“I did.”
“What is it?” I parted my legs further, enjoying his reaction.
He nodded toward the television. Frozen on screen was a video with the title, “My Sexy Mom.”
I opened my legs as wide as possible. “Really? You want to watch porn with your mother?”
“I do.” His eyes were glued to the very small patch of fabric that hid my pussy from view. It was so tiny, I figured my labia were sticking out the sides. “Mom, please.”
As I reached down to remove my thong, he got down on his knees and crawled toward me. “What are you doing?”
“I just want a closer look, mom.”
By the time my panties were on the floor, he was literally inches away from my pussy.
Mark inhaled and smiled.
I flushed. “Mark!”
“I am not touching you.”
He could smell my wet pussy and truth be told it turned me on to know my son was gazing at my soaked pussy. I must admit that after a few minutes having your son staring at your pussy becomes awkward. What does one say? What should happen next when no touching was the rule?
Mark broke the standoff. “Can I… will you show me more?”
“More?”
“Inside?”
He wanted me to spread my pussy apart. “Mark, don’t you think that is crossing the line?”
“I promise not to touch you, mom. I just want to see inside.”
By now, I thought what harm was there. I reached down with both hands and splayed my labia apart so he could see my pink hole, which frankly was dripping now.
“Fuck, mom.”
“Mark!”
“I meant, Wow, mom.”
He was so close I could feel his breath. I felt it necessary to draw my line in the sand. “I know what you want, and the answer is no. Is that clear?”
“Yes, mom.” He pulled away and then said, “Can I see your ass now?”
“You are sure persistent.”
“Please mom.”
I stood up and turned and knelt on the chair.
Mark moaned. “Can I see more?”
God, he wanted me to spread my ass cheeks. I didn’t say anything. I just reached behind, grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Apparently, I was not providing a sufficient view.
“More, please.”
I repositioned my hands and this time widen the view to my ass crack and by tight tan coloured hole.
“Wow, mom. You are so fine.”
I could sense his face as close as he could get without touching me. This time when he inhaled, he took in the scent of my pussy and my ass all at once.
I got out of this position and as I stood up, he returned to the sofa and patted the seat beside him. “Let’s watch the movie, mom.”
“You’re pushing things, Mark.”
He grinned. “Well I am going to watch. Up to you if you do or don’t.”
I walked into the kitchen aware that he was watching me leave the room. I drank a glass of cold water and then filled another glass with ice cubes and more water. I stood there for a while unsure of myself. I had just displayed my entire body to my son and now he was watching porn about a mother. I could hear the video. A woman was moaning, and a man’s voice was saying, “Oh yea mom, suck my cock.”