“Yes,” he said eager to French kiss his mother.
She leaned up to him and he leaned down to her and they kissed. Their first real kiss, Susan parted her son’s lips in the way that James had always wanted to part his mother’s lips. A long, wet kiss, James took the opportunity of French kissing his mother while fondling her breasts and fingering her nipples. Susan took the opportunity of French kissing her son to stroke his cock a little faster and a little harder.
“Now that you French kissed me and got that out of your system, what else would you do if I wasn’t your mother?”
While never letting go of his cock, she moved her head from his chest to make herself more comfortable beside him.
“If you weren’t my mother, I’d talk dirty to you and hope you’d talk dirty to me. I’d roleplay some sexy scenarios with you,” he said finally saying what he was thinking. “If you weren’t my mother, I’d take you parking. I’d have sex with you in a parked car while strangers watched.
She looked at him and smiled.
“I could do that as long as our car doors were locked,” she said with a laugh. “Well, being that we just French kissed and we’ve been talking dirty to one another, we have both of those boxes checked,” she said with a laugh. “What kind of sexy scenarios would you like to roleplay with me? Tell me. I want to know.”
He stared out into her dimly lit bedroom as if he was already watching his mother roleplaying his sexy scenarios.
“I don’t know. I’d do lots of sexy things with you,” he said shooting her a shit eating grin. “I’d have you answer the door for the pizza man while wearing only a towel and flashing him your naked body by dropping your towel,” he said with a dirty laugh.
She returned his laugh with her laugh.
“Like father like son,” she said laughing. “Your father asked me to do that too but I wouldn’t. He was mean and nasty about everything he wanted me sexually to do. You’re not like him in that regard. You’re more respectfully considerate of my feelings and wouldn’t ask me to do something that I wasn’t comfortable doing. Yet, I’d be willing to do that with you,” she said with a dirty laugh. “That could be fun. If exposing myself sexually excited you, I’d walk in the middle of the street naked,” she said unembarrassed and unashamed while laughing. “Anything else?”
He thought for a long second before answering her.
“Besides going with you to a nude beach and having you flash your tits to truckers on the highway on the way there and back, I’d love to take you to the mall,” he said.
She gave him a curious look.
“I’d go to a nude beach with you but I don’t know about flashing my tits to truckers,” she said with a laugh. “The mall? Again, like father like son, you hate shopping,” she said.
This time he gave her a sexy smile and a naughty look.
“I’d dropped you at the curb where there were some men watching. While acting as if you weren’t aware that you were exposed, I imagine you alighting from the car with your skirt nearly raised to your waist and your legs spread wide open. I imagine you giving them a great an up-skirt view of your white panties,” he said.