1. The naughty f****y pt3


    Date: 11/13/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Mature, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    at my little bit of teasing and then he hurriedly brushed by me to set the last set of boxes down, unable to look me in the eyes as he muttered, "I don't have any girlfriends." He paused for a second and still avoiding my gaze, said more bravely, "You're sexier, Mom!" I came up behind Scotty and wrapped my arms around his waist, hearing him gasp as I invaded his space again, this time mashing my tits against his slightly sweaty back. "Thank you, sweetheart! You make an old lady feel young and pretty!" I showered him with quick little kisses on his neck and ears until he squealed with delight and broke free of my embrace. He retreated a few steps and we stood and looked at each other, Scotty giggling until he nearly lost his breath. I was gratified that I thought I could detect a faint outline of an erection beneath his crisp khakis. Finally, I said, "Well, sweetie, if we have everything, we should get on the road." Scotty reverted to type by agreeing vigorously, "Absolutely! We are already late. No way can we get home tonight!" We climbed into the van, me driving because Scotty found driving too disorganized. Not being able to predict what other drivers would do unnerved him. We hit the highway with my son talking animatedly about his graduation thesis which revolved around a new artificial intelligence program. It mostly went over my head, but I was happy to let him chatter on while I waited to see how long it would take him to notice that in getting into the driver's seat, ...
    I'd allowed my short dress to ride up my thighs to my crotch. I had almost given up hope of him noticing when he suddenly went silent. A quick glance over confirmed his eyes were now locked onto my legs and crotch. I shifted my legs a little to allow my thighs to open up and reveal the tiny swatch of cloth that passed for the gusset of my thong panties -- a lacy and gauzy white material that allowed my trimmed, black-haired bush to be visible beneath the thin cloth, below which was a wet spot, standing out pink and dark against the surrounding white silk and lace. Scotty's face was knotted up in furious concentration, his tongue peeking out and worrying his upper lip. Another quick glance confirmed the rise of his cock, now a prominent bulge in his pants. Suddenly, my son realized that I was watching him watching me and he began to blush once again. To prevent a new burst of anxiety, I winked at him and then asked, "So, any new girlfriends, Scotty?" My son laughed and rolled his eyes. "You know I never date, Mom. I don't get girls and they don't get me." "I doubt that," I responded, tossing him another wink. "You're a good looking man -- I bet you have to beat them off with a stick." "Hardly, Mom," Scotty replied, squirming uneasily in his seat. "Well, they should be, son." I gave him a leering grin and said teasingly, "If I wasn't married, I'd be all over you in a minute." Scotty's expression was somewhere between tickled and shocked as he said, "No you wouldn't. You're my ...
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