My Loving Son - Sex Stories

My Loving Son

... gt bck," x x x x. "Do you want to read this before I send it Emma?" he asked out of respect for her. "Nope, I have an idea of what you said honey, I'm happy with it and you too," she kissed him again, slapped his ass, and said. "She's not the only one who can give you a hot bot darling!" she giggled and slapped him again. "Ooooh," he laughed, "I'm going to be spanked by my mummy and my aunty, ooooooh, I think I might like that, me getting a hot bot!" He raced into the bathroom and slammed the door before Emma could answer him. "The cheeky little sod, he might get one sooner than he reckons," she told him lewdly through the door, he didn't hear her though. Emma donned the dress and she looked absolutely stunning. The dress was dark sea green, made of silk, it had a band over one shoulder, with a silver rose hiding the fastener, the other shoulder being bare. It flowed over her beautiful body, she had no underwear on, she had no intention of anyone seeing panty or bra lines. The cleavage was just that, it dived down between her soft firm and still high breasts. The back was open, and wandered down to just above the rear cleavage of her perfect round ass, up the front of her shapely tapering smooth left leg the dress split, and when she walked it opened up to show it tantalisingly. Her face perfect she was a stunning bright star on a dark night that could be seen from anywhere. Mark knew she would knock every one sideways when they entered the ships main restaurant. He dressed ...

... in his tux was the perfect e****t for such a wondrous beauty as her on his arm. People couldn't take their eyes off her, she shone like a beacon on a dark night. They had a fabulous dinner, then the music started, they danced close together, letting the world know they were for each other. Mark had two left feet when it came to dancing with her, and they sat down, soon a very handsome dashing Frenchman asked if he could have a dance. Emma consulted Mark, who happily gave his consent. He watched in amazement as she glided around the floor, another three men asked and she went happily with them, but not before telling Mark. "But I'll be going home, and going to bed with you darling, no one else!" He smiled at her. Later it was Emma's turn to be stunned, as she was waltzing around the floor she nearly fell over to see Mark prancing about with a near naked young lady. She had got him up to jig around, and he jigged extremely well. She felt a pang of jealousy, when the music stopped they both returned to their table. "You," she glared at him lovingly, "are getting that hot bot as soon as we get back to our room, and then I going to fuck your brains out!" she whispered hotly, she wasn't angry, she was so turned on she wanted to fuck him right there in front of every one. "Hmmmm," he responded lightly, "a little hot ourselves are we?" and he laughed then kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear. "I'm all yours Emma, when ever, and how ever you want me." It was 3am when they finally ...