Michael couldn’t believe it, his foxy mother, dressed like a school girl in knee highs, was basically asking to sit on his face. “Yeah of course mom, anything you need”.
Before he could duck his head, Charlotte relaxed her hips and was rewarded with Michaels nose pressing into her clit. The sensation was overwhelming and her legs began to really tremor, this caused an added rubbing effect to her clit.
Charlotte’s head was spinning and not just from the blood flow caused by her position. From her vantage point she couldn’t see her sons head but did have a front row seat to his thick cock pressing against his lifeguard’s shorts. The smell was intoxicating, her mouth watered as she thought about taking a cheeky nibble.
Michael was stunned, did his mother know where his nose was? Surely, she could feel it, and if that were true, was it intentional? Too scared to act or say anything he simply remained motionless, like a startled deer.
Charlotte broke the silence, “God she’s taking her sweet time. I hope this isn’t too much on your neck dear.” Charlotte shifted her hips slightly to work the joint and relieve some tension, and in doing so rubbed her swollen clit on her son’s nose. A spark shot through her at the sensation and she had a mini climax which Michael could feel soak her panties.
“N- no it’s fine mom, besides Violet said the game ends when one of us is flat on the floor. She said nothing about sitting on the floor.” Michael took the weight off his wrists by sitting on the floor. This caused his shorts to ride up Charlotte could see the head of his penis.
Charlotte’s eyes went wide as she saw her sons cock, a small dribble of precum sat just begging to be licked up. She felt her tongue move seemingly of its own accord, trying to reach her son’s bulging member. Moments before her tongue made contact Violet sauntered into the room to see Michael with his face pressed into his mother’s box and Charlottes face buried in his crotch.
“No sitting! You cheater” she called out.
Michael jerked his hips up in surprise and immediately felt Charlottes warm tongue press onto the head of his penis. Charlotte shot upright, thankful Michael couldn’t see her face, while Michael fell to his back as he instinctively reached out with both hands to stop his mom falling over. The result was that Michael lay flat on his back holding his mom practically in the air as his hands cupped her ass and held her.
“Shit mom, I’m sorry I got a fright” Michael said quickly as Charlotte righted herself, terrified his mother might think he did it on purpose.
“It’s alright darling, besides I think that means I won” Charlotte turned to Violet holding a tray carrying a single cocktail and two glasses of what appeared to be water. “Right?”.
“Yep, sure does” Violet winked at Charlotte, noticing the slight shine on her deep red lips. Violet walked passed the twister mat to the table pressed against the far wall and placed the tray down. Picking something up and turning to the other. “Which means, you get to spark this bad boy” Violet told Charlotte as she held a perfectly rolled joint.