“I can’t believe that we just fucked each other.” He said. Now I was really feeling guilty.
“Jackey…Jack. I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not!” he said cheerily. He had a wicked look on his face.
“Jack, it’s wrong” I said firmly, clutching his shirt closed in front of me.
“I don’t care. I loved every second. I want to do it again.”
“Jack…”
“Mom, we both loved it, so who cares?” I was trying to think of something wise to say. “You turn me on incredibly!” He moved to sit in a chair. I noticed that he was getting hard again. “Show me your body again.” I realized that the shirt was barely covering my ass and my pussy but didn’t move. “If you and I both decide that it’s okay to be lovers, than it’s okay.” I simply stared. “I want to be your lover.” Another pause. “Right now I desperately want you to want me as your lover.”
We stared at each other for awhile, as I decided what it was that I really wanted. Finally I decided that I really wanted him; that I was madly in love with him; to hell with the rest.
“God, you look so good in my shirt.” He said. “Dance for me.” I slowly began to roll my hips. I could feel my gooey pussy. Here was a gorgeous man, who I knew and loved, nude and hard, who wanted me too. I began to move around, possessed by sex. I turned my back to him and lowered the shirt showing him my nude back. I pulled it up and then gave him a peek of my bottom. I rolled my hips at him and he reached out to touch me but I moved away, teasing. Holding the bottom of the shirt over my pussy I let the front fall open, just covering my nipples. He was loving it; so was I. I had never danced for anyone this way.
I knelt just in front him letting the shirt fall open, my nipples still barely hidden. I put my hands on his knees and opened his legs wide apart. His penis was now fully erect again. I reached inside of the shirt and took a hold of one breast. I pulled the shirt open showing him my prize. He was entranced.
“Isn’t that beautiful?” I asked. He only nodded. I reached my tongue out and flicked it over my nipple. I threw the shirt off of my shoulders and let it fall, cupping both my breasts. “They really are beautiful, aren’t they?”
“God, yes!”
“So is your cock, baby. Stroke it for me.” He did. “Beautiful cock.” Now I was entranced, pulling on my nipples as I watched him jacking off. “I have never seen such a gorgeous, huge, hard cock. I admit it. I am in love. With you and your body. I love sucking your cock; feeling it in me.” I looked into his eyes, “Oh Jack, be my lover.”
I had another mental picture of us: mother and son, nude together, her kneeling in front of him, as he stroked his cock. My hands were busy on my body; one was stroking my tits as the other was working my pussy. I was soaked. Jack was staring at my tits as I played with them.
“You like my tits?”
“Oh God!” was all he could say.
“You know what would make them look even better? Watching you shoot all that hot come all over them. Shoot it all over my beautiful big tits, and my neck, and my face. God! I’m so wet!!”
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