Moving Next-door To My Son : Mommy’s Creampies 3

My son James gets quite the shock when I move in next-door to him and his friends.  He’s even more shocked when I take advantage of the hot temperatures to sunbathe half-naked in the backyard.

He decides to confront me and we have a heated argument that soon turns racier than I ever imagined.  With the both of us brimming with lust can we really deny each other’s naked bodies?

Give me that young virile dick, James, and let me empty it inside myself.

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“Would you like to come through to the lounge?”

I walked away from him, finally letting out a giggle now that I was facing away from him.  I expected him to follow and he duly did.  I knew then that I had him.

“Make yourself comfortable,” I said again, sitting down on the couch and patting the cushion beside me.”

James walked over in only his pants, looking to the window to make sure the curtains were closed.  He went to take a seat on the opposite side of the couch.”

“Ah!” I said, raising a finger.  I patted the couch beside me.  “Here.”

James moved down a seat and then went to sit again.

“Ah!” I protested again.  “Pants off.”

James stared down and took a breath.  I raised an eyebrow expectantly and he started to unfasten his belt.

The sound of the metal un-clasping on his waist was intoxicating, but I didn’t want him to think he had even a slither of the upper-hand.

I watched closely as he downed his pants and kicked them off his ankles.  Through the melee of his flailing legs I could make out a thick bulge in his pants, but it couldn’t be.  Could it?  Could my son’s cock be hard for his mother?

He kicked at his jeans and then turned to me.  He looked to my face, but that was pointed elsewhere.  I was staring straight into the bulge of his pants and marveling at the length of his stiffness.  There was no doubt in my mind that he was erect.  He cleared his throat and moved his hand to cover his modesty.

“No need for that here,” I said, without breaking my gaze from his drool-inducing packet.  “And I don’t think one hand will cut it anyhow.”

James shifted his weight and put his hands at his side.

“Good boy,” I said.  “Now are you gonna do the last part or do you want Mommy to?”

James looked down in confusion at first and then the penny dropped.  He looked again to the curtains and then to the back door.

“Oh, don’t worry,” I said.  “It’s more than secure.  No-one can see inside.”

Still, James said nothing.

“Well, stop me anytime you like,” I said, leaning forward and moving my hands to his boxer-shorts.

I shuffled forwards to the edge of the sofa, opening my legs either side of his and realizing now that I was pretty turned-on too.  My pussy was practically drooling with desire and my morals had long-since checked-out.  All I could feel was lust.  All I knew was sin.

“Anytime you wanna stop me,” I repeated quietly, tugging at his Calvins and watching as they slid down.

I could practically hear his heartbeat as the hair on-show became thicker and coarser.  Another inch further down I saw the thick hilt of his cock that suddenly sprang up out of his pants.  James let out a breath and I did too, staring now at the engorged, impressive-looking cock that jutted out from his body.

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