Mousy mom submits to son, Then sets up her friend to fall

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“Yeah,” I sighed. I leaned into his shoulder and chest. He smelled so good. Whatever fragrances he used were light and just right. The perfect blend of clean and masculine.

I started feeling more at ease. It wasn’t even sexual. I just loved feeling close to my son like this. He was young and strong and his presence just made me feel safe. I nuzzled into his body and entwined our legs together down the length of the bed. I reached my right hand over and just placed it on his strong chest.

This just felt good. It just felt right. Feeling my son’s heart beating. Hearing and feeling his soft breathing and trying to time mine to match his. I found my hand lightly grazing his torso. I was in awe of his firm muscles and flat stomach. As my hand crept down, I saw his bulge stirring and starting to fill out. I placed my hand on his thigh. The hand he had around me caressed my arm, then my side.

The show went on. I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t really have a concept of how much time was passing. Before I knew it, the credits were playing. I wasn’t ready to be done.

“Want to watch another episode, baby?” I squeaked out. He kissed my forehead.


Netflix automatically had the next episode begin, so we didn’t have to move. After a while, I felt David starting to stir a little bit. I nuzzled my head against his shoulder. I didn’t want him to get up.

“Mom,” he said quietly. “I’m starting to feel warm.” It was warm. I was feeling warm too. “Do you mind if I take off my shirt?”

“No,” I whispered, “that’s okay.” I picked myself up and backed off of him a little. I reached down and grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and helped him take it off. He looked amazing. He reached back around me and I came back into our cuddle, now feeling his warm skin against my face. I brought my hand back up and I just couldn’t help rubbing him all over softly and slowly. His arm had got down to my hip and as he slowly caressed me, making my cami ride up and exposing my sheer pink panties.

The show was just background noise, the only thing in my world was our breathing, our hearts beating. When I opened my eyes again, I saw my son’s dick had become fully erect, tenting his thin pajamas. He definitely wasn’t wearing anything under them because as I looked, I could see a dark spot forming on the tip of his penis, leaking precum.

I had always loved the taste of precum. The light saltiness and the texture of it on my tongue and lips as I explored a hard, aroused cock with my mouth. I hadn’t felt or tasted that in a long time. The one in front of me now was probably the most beautiful and most perfect of all the cocks I would ever see. I knew it would taste the best.

I must have been just obviously gawking at the tent in my son’s pajamas, because he started talking again.

“I’m sorry, Mom.” He said it so calmly and confidently that he didn’t really sound sorry at all. “I hope that its not making you uncomfortable.” He caressed my side with his hand and turned his head to smell and kiss my head.

“No, baby,” I said softly as I shook my head slowly from side to side, pressing it against him so he could feel it. I pressed my hand firmly on his abs, inches from his hard penis. “You’re a nineteen year old boy,” I said and I lifted my head off of him so I could look at his face. “Its natural. You don’t need to be embarrassed with me. I’m your mom.”

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