So while Danny was busy in the kitchen, clanking ice-cubes into a glass and pouring tequila, I squeezed and massage my hot wet pussy and tweaked my already huge erect nipples. I had planned on going to bed soon and fingering myself to sleep, but after seeing Danny's hard-on and the way he looked at me, I decided to stay up a little longer just to amuse myself. I’d already had a few, and as I watched my son hurry off with a hard-on to fix me another cocktail, I was pretty drunk, and not to mention, surprisingly aroused by the unexpected sight of my son’s hard cock.
“Yes! It's very much okay!” I said smirking at his boner. “It's okay,” he said, his eyes again stealing glances at my tits and panties.
It's perfectly natural,” I said unable to stop staring at my son's hard twitching cock. Which meant that he was simply wearing a pair of boxers and a tee-shirt, and I had on only a tee-shirt and a pair of panties. His eyes then flashed over my erect nipples poking up visible through the thin tee-shirt I was wearing, and at my exposed legs. “No! That’s stupid!” He said like I was an idiot. “I just don't know.” He shrugged without finishing.Īfter staring at the stiff bulge in my son's boxers for a moment, watching it twitch, I asked, “What brought this on? Was it something in your video game?” I asked accusingly. “I know what ‘IT’ is!” he said defensively. I truly didn't even think he was old enough. As a single mother, I'd neglected a few difficult discussions. “You don't know what it is?” I said with concern. “What's this?!” I said staring at the surprisingly huge rise in the front of my son's boxers. Surrendering, he stood in front of me looking down at the floor embarrassed.
“Turn towards me and let me get a look at you!” “The drink can wait! Come here!” I said pulling him in front of me. “Don't you want your drink?” he said impatiently trying to pull away without turning towards me. I want to take a look at you!” I said, grabbing him by the arm before he could get away. Just before he could hastily breeze by, I saw something curious out of the corner of my eye. Realizing that I wasn't going to stop pestering him until he got me my drink, Danny muttered something under his breath, set down his game, jumped up, and turned towards the kitchen. Sticking my big toe into his armpit, I annoyingly wriggled it, “You can pause your game. “Yeah, okay! I will in a minute,” he said, not putting down his game. Tickling his underarm with my big toe, I said, “C’mon now! Do as you're told!” I then gave him a little shove with my foot. Ignoring me, he continued to play his game. I had my foot on his back and was gently rubbing without giving it much thought.įinishing my cocktail, I said, “Hey, baby.
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