‘WHOA! I’d never cum like that even when fantasizing about Jason fucking me. I took more of his length into my mouth, swabbing it with my tongue. I didn’t want to see it but I had to put on a show of excitement so as to keep from breaking down in tears. I bucked my hips in time with his when my first orgasm struck me like a runaway train. My hand or my leg?”
“Both,” he looked directly at me and I could see his cheeks flush again, “You might think this is a bit weird but I love seeing your legs in nylons. “No honey, I mean I want you to spend the rest of the weekend here with me. So I got up, put on my panties, tank top and my favorite robe and decided to get some coffee in my system. I’m sure he could smell my arousal; I definitely could. There it was, my son’s cock. It made me feel like his girlfriend rather than his mother.
