“Aww, thank you dear, but no. Just something I picked up today. Trying to stay cool. Nothing special, really.” I responded with a smile “You must be hungry. Want momma to whip something up for you?”
Usually I would just let him help himself to the fridge, but knew that a hungry boy doesn’t pass up an opportunity at a work-free meal. “Sounds great. So what did you need help with anyway?” he asked, taking a seat at the table and looking occasionally to my chest. My nipples must have been rock hard, and if the loose fitting dress were to show off any more cleavage, they would have been on display.
“Oh just a couple boxes I’d rather hand you down from the attic than take down one at a time on my own. Is a sandwich alright?”
“Yeah, sounds good mom” he said. With that I turned around, opening the cupboards above the sink where the clean plates were. I had to reach to the top shelf for one, and I felt the already short dress rise up past my ass slightly. I could feel his eyes on me. I doubted he could see the silk red thong I was wearing, but he would certainly have had a sneak peak of my bare ass. I busied myself at the counter, making him a turkey sandwich. When I finished it, I turned to bring it to him with a motherly smile. He seemed to be dripping with sweat at this point, and by now I was dripping as well. I felt the thin fabric covering my pussy damp with my juices and also felt warm liquid very slowly dribbling down my inner thighs on either side. He had scooted his chair in awfully close to the table where he sat. and I imagined that enormous, beautiful boner he must be hiding. I imagined taking it into my mouth and sucking him until his warm cum exploded into my throat as I leaned down to set the plate in front of him, my right breast brushing against his cheek from behind, which caused us both to shiver. I kissed him on the cheek, leaving a red lipstick print, and without a word returned to the dishes. I knew he was watching, so I leaned over the counter enough to let the dress ride up a bit while I worked, just enough to show a bit of flesh from my round ass.
“It must be nice being in your last year. Are you still thinking about a football scholarship?” I asked, simply to break the silence.
“er…. yeah, yeah I think I have a good shot at it ma. I just talked with coach today” he said in a tone that conveyed his obvious nervousness.
“Well good to hear dear. I always knew you would come far… oops” I said with my head turned slightly. In my supposed loss of focus I ‘accidentally’ dropped the wash cloth on the floor. Without pausing I backed up a step, conveniently placing my feet so that the tips of my big toes touched and my heels pointed out so that as bent down to pick it up, my inner thighs would be on display and my ass cheeks would be spread apart. Keeping my legs nice and straight, I bent over slowly and felt the dress ride up over my ass. If he looked close enough he would see my tight little ass hole on the other side of the thong string, and I wondered to myself how well my cunt must be defined by the thin, wet fabric that covered it. I also knew that my legs would be glistening in the kitchen light with my juices. I looked down between my legs as I grabbed the washcloth to see my sons mouth hanging wide open. He was mine, and I knew it as I stood back up and returned innocently to the dishes.
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