Without waiting for a response, I moved in to lock lips with my son once again. This time he was more receptive. His tender lips caressed mine, and this time when I Frenched him, I found his tongue a willing partner. Soon our hands had snaked around each other, and we held each other tightly as our hungry mouths devoured one another.
Finally, panting, I broke our taboo embrace. “You’re definitely inexperienced, but you make up for it with those soft lips and that eager tongue. Laura is a bitch if she’s complaining about your kissing technique.”
“Mom, I… Oh my God… should we….,” David stammered as the ramifications of what he and I had just done began to overwhelm him.
I knew I should stop. What we had done so far could be blamed on both of us being smashed drunk. We could both go to bed and never speak of it again. But I was turned on. Getting in the mood only to be disappointedly stood up had hurt my pride. Now, I was sitting in the lap making out with the most handsome man I knew. So what if he was my son. It’s not like we had had that type of relationship in over a decade. Also, I really wanted to stick it to that bitch Laura. Show that nineteen-year-old twat I could do what she couldn’t. So, I let the little devil on my right shoulder talk me into seeing how far I could push this.
“Shhh,” I said placing a finger over his lips. “Let mommy help you out, and you can be a good boy and help mommy as well.”
I reached and took his hand and slid it up my thigh. I savored the feeling as it slipped under my dress. “Ohh,” I exclaimed as he tightly gripped my backside where the naked flesh met the lazy panties that had been meant to turn on a different man.
I reached down and gripped the front of the button up dress shirt he had especially worn for that stuck up cunt. I yanked hard; the sound of buttons flying off and crashing to the floor filled the dark room. “Mom that was my best shirt.”
“I’ll buy you a new one,” I said in a sultry voice. Then leaning forward and placing my mouth right beside my son’s ear I whispered. “Besides a woman doesn’t want her man to have things that remind him of her rivals.”
As I said that I could feel a rise in David’s pants. Oh, you are so bad Sara. Sitting on your son’s lap getting wet as he feels you up while his dick stiffens. I scraped my nails down my son’s six pack abs as I simultaneously ground my panty covered pussy into his hardening bulge.
I quickly grabbed the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head. Playfully I threw the small black mini in David’s face. When he reached up to remove it from his vision, I took the opportunity to grab his hands and force them to caress my defenseless tits.
“Yesssss,” I hissed as he finally took some initiative and flipped up the cups of my bra. David began to roll my nipples between his fingers. “Suck on them,” I implored.
Hesitantly, my son took my right breast in his mouth. His tongue gingerly flicked out and licked my rock hard nipple. I started to shake at the pleasure of my son’s mouth suckling on me. “I’ve missed this. I loved the closeness of this when you were a baby,” I moaned as I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him tight to my chest.