I was a little surprised when, instead of making a hasty exit, he came in and shut the door behind him, walking over to us. I could tell now that it was indeed our son, dressed in jeans and a tight T-shirt that showed off his rippling muscles. Far from being surprised or ashamed to have discovered us like this he seemed pleased, and possibly a little amused.
“That’s good,” he said with a little laugh, “That’s just right.”
Now right beside us he leaned down and ran his hand along the bare flesh of my wife’s far shoulder, caressing her softly, while his other hand turned her face towards his which he had brought down close to our level.
“You look amazing, mum,” he smiled, “That is a very sexy, very flimsy little thing you’re wearing there,” his hand ran down her arm to her narrow waist and wide hips where the folds of the shear babydoll fell around it.
“Mmm hmm,” Laura giggled at his gentle touch, “I’m glad you like it. I wore it specially for you.”
“That’s a good girl,” Adam replied.
As he said this, the hand that cupped her chin pulled her face toward his and he leaned in to kiss her. Their faces were just inches from mine as all I could do was watch open mouthed. This was no affectionate kiss such as a son might occasionally give his loving mother, no this was far more passionate and lingering than that. They stared into each other’s eyes as their lips pressed together and their tongues rubbed across one another. I couldn’t remember the last time she had kissed me like that. As they broke from the kiss, my wife sighed with pleasure.
“What the….?! What’s going on?” I was finally able to stammer, shocked and confused but what I was watching, my son french kissing my wife, his mother, just inches from my face.
“Come on mum, get off that pathetic loser and come here,” Adam said, commandingly, and Laura obeyed, getting up from sitting astride me, she stood in front of our son in the middle of the room, “Now, how about a kiss for your loving, affectionate son,” he said with a charming yet lascivious tone.
She was only too eager to respond and began to plant tender, eager, wet kisses all over his lips as her hands ran across his firm, toned chest. She pulled his T-shirt up over his head, to reveal that fine, muscular torso and began to move her kisses down until she was covering his chest with them, while she lustfully stroked her hands over his solid muscles. I had to admit, he was quite a figure of a man, I could see why all the girls wanted him so much with a hot body like that. I gasped as I caught myself in this thought. What the hell was I thinking? The weirdness of what I was watching must be to blame for my mind even dwelling for a second on what a fine, toned, hunky body my eighteen year old son had.
“Can somebody please tell me what the hell is going on here?” I said, becoming red faced and angry, tied naked to a chair as I watched my wife make out with my son, I was thinking that they were playing some joke on me, some cruel trick but I couldn’t work out what or why.
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