Mother and son share changeroom, and more

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Oh my god! cried Donny internally as his mother shifted both her dress and panties down to her ankles in one fell swoop, causing a v-shaped, brunette bush to burst forth between her legs. Donny sprung up rapidly, whipping his shorts up violently, causing his cock to flick up against his abdomen and slink away like a fleeing snake under the confines of the fabric.

“I guess you’re not used to seeing a woman like this. I don’t shave it all off like the young girls these days apparently do,” explained Vicky as she rolled her eyes. “Pass me my swimsuit, would you?” asked Vicky politely as as she shifted a leg outward and rested a hand on her hip. For a brief moment she felt like a goddess, standing there so assertively; so comfortably nude with her son. She had just about forgotten that there were two men outside the door, a few yards away.

Donny fossicked around the backpack and pulled out his mother’s one-piece swimsuit and passed it to her. The fly of his boardshorts was agape, exposing his own dense, dark pubic hair, and this did not go unnoticed by his mother’s wandering eye.

“There’s two people in there man…what the fuck?” one of the men whispered to the other quizzically.

Vicky stepped into her swimsuit, then stood up, twisting at her hips to point her round backside her son’s way for a moment as the fabric slid up and over it, causing her thick butt to jiggle pleasingly. Shen then turned to face Donny once again and scooped her arms through the arm hoops, taking a moment to run her hands up and back through her long brown hair to clear it from the inside of the suit. Donny swooned as his mother’s voluptuous tits rose and fell into the swimsuit, her nipples catching against the edge of the fabric on the way.

“Do me up,” ordered Vicky as she spun around and gestured towards the zipper. Hands trembling, Donny did as he was told. Feeling the zip reach it’s peak, Vicky turned around and affected a hurried look. She straightforwardly grasped the edges of her son’s open shorts and began to fasten the buttons and the restraining cord. Donny felt the backs of his mother’s hand brush against the tip of his cock through his shorts as she raised her hands to grasp the opening.

Vicky, reflexively patted lightly against the top of her son’s groin as if to signal ‘all done’, Why did you do that?! she thought, but she knew that a part of her was looking for an excuse to touch her son’s penis. You’re trying to touch it aren’t you?…Maybe he won’t mind. You’re just a curious mother. Interested in all facets of her growing young man.

“How do I look?” asked Vicky, pulling at the edges of her swimsuit, adjusting it into place.

“Umm…really good mom…I mean, fine..OKAY I mean!” replied Donny, swiftly correcting himself. Vicky smirked.

Fuck I want to touch them. I want to touch my mom’s breasts. God damnit, what is wrong with me?, thought Donny as he found himself looking for an excuse to do so.

“There’s just… some dirt smudged across there…from the floor. It looks a bit funny,” said Donny as he pointed toward his mother’s chest with his gaze.

Wait, what’s he up to? thought Vicky. “Oh is there? Where? Show me,” she replied. I see what he’s doing. Let’s see if he’s got the balls to do it? Fuck Vicky, you’re letting this go too far. She inspected her swimsuit as if she didn’t know where the blemish was.

“Just..there mom..”

“Come on Donny, brush it off. I can’t see it!”

Donny reached his right hand out tentatively and lightly ran his fingers across the edge of the fabric containing his mother’s right breast. “Here…,” he said with a look of vulnerability, his eyes begging for permission. He brushed his thumb against the imagined dirt.

“I can’t see it from here. Just rub it off for me, then let’s go,” she instructed. Donny opened the palm of his hand to rub down firmly at the side of his mother’s breast, letting his thumb rest upon and sink lightly into the front of the soft mound. Vicky inhaled deeply at the touch of her son’s bold hand.

My god..look at how they’re jiggling, thought Donny. “It’s…a bit stubborn.. Sorry, if I just..,” he said before taking a step closer, resting his left hand on his mother’s belly to stabilize her body. Vicky felt a rush of blood fill up her face. She was utterly taken aback by the way her son was seemingly escalating the interaction of his own free will.

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