“What was all that about not being flexible mom?” Michael asked sarcastically. Charlotte hid her face to mask her blush. “Oh, hush you” she said weakly.
Violet spun the dial but was watching the two soon to be lovers with a careful eye. She had no intention of reading the dial. She was making them up as she went but had to be careful. She didn’t know how quickly she could push Michael. It was obvious he loved his mother. But the big question was, would he fuck her. Charlotte had given Violet all the juicy details she could about how her son constantly showered her with kind words and adoration. The late-night foot rubs and falling asleep with each other on the couch after movie night. Including the day charlotte found mother and son incest porn on Michaels tablet. He had forgotten to close the video tab and so the title was shown on the lock screen.
Watching it was different from living, but tonight he would learn the difference. “Michael, left foot, green”. Michael simply had to step forward onto the first circle.
“Hey! How is he getting it so easy?” Charlotte protested.
“I just read the dial, don’t blame me” Violet responded with mock offense. “Charlotte, left foot blue”
Before long Violet’s masterful manipulation of the dial had Michael stuck in a crab like position, with Charlotte in a position very much like the pose she took before crawling to her first tile. The result was that Charlottes ass was thrust into Michaels face, her panties on full display. While Charlottes head was tucked between Michaels knees. Her pigtails tickling the inside of each of Michaels thighs. His Baywatch shorts showing his engorged cock gorgeously.
Proud of her work Violet stood up and began leaving the room. “I’m going to fill my glass, might be a while making another cocktail.” Turning back to the pair she said “you two aren’t allowed to move ’til I get back. Got it Michael?”
“Got it!” Michael panted, causing his hot breath to wash over Charlotte’s sex. Violet smirked as she saw Charlotte tremble. Michael began to panic as he was aware of his mother’s head directly over her groin and he was sporting a hard on. Hardly surprising when his view was taken up entirely by his mom’s bubble butt in white panties and a tartan mini skirt with black lace lining. Before he could dwell on it too much he heard his mom’s soft voice speak up.
“Well this is certainly not how I expected this party to go” Charlotte mused aloud.
“Probably not, but it certainly beats anything else I could have been doing tonight.” Michael responded before thinking.
“Oh, and why is that sweetheart?” Charlotte knew what he meant, she could see how much their predicament excited him. But she felt like playing dumb to see if her son would confess his naughty little thoughts.
“Eh, well I’d probably have been sat on my computer gaming all day and-” Michael was cut off when Charlottes panty clad pussy pressed into his mouth.
Just as quickly as it happened Charlotte lifted her hips again. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry Michael, my legs are getting shaky. Do you mind if I just rest on your head a little?”