The naughty f****y pt3 - Sex Stories

The naughty f****y pt3

... with. "Mom. It's really late. Why are you so late? We can't make it home tonight, Mom!" I put my arms around his neck and tugged his head down until we gently bumped foreheads and looking him in the eye, I repeated, "It's good to see you, Scotty." I locked gazes with him, not allowing him to pull away and after a few seconds, my son began to calm down and finally he gave me a bashful grin and said. "It's good to see you, Mom." I lifted an eyebrow in expectation and he moved his head and kissed me back, aiming for the corner of my mouth, but because I deliberately shifted, more or less bussing me on the lips. Still with my arms around his neck, I felt his heart pounding in his chest, more likely from his anxiety over my tardiness than from the fact his mother was mashing her tits against his chest. He confirmed it by repeating more calmly, "Mom, you're late and that means we can't get home tonight." I nodded and replied, "That's correct. But it's all right. All it means is that you and I will spend the night in a motel. Is there anything wrong with that?" I felt amusement as I saw him try and process this. "Is there anything wrong with a mother and son staying overnight in a motel?" I blushed and he giggled a moment before saying. "No." I nodded and kissed him again, this time a brief kiss full on the lips. "Good boy. Now, let's get you packed up and we'll be on our way." I dropped my arms and stepped around him, dragging my breasts across my chest as I did so. A quick glance ...

... around the room confirmed that he was ready to go -- a small stack of boxes and crates that we'd have to haul down to the minivan. My son lived a pretty spartan life -- only keeping what clothes he actually needed, a few computer games, some DVDs and books, and a laptop. Scotty insisted on carrying everything down, leaving the arrangement of the boxes to me. As he announced to me that he had the last load, I was leaning into the side of the minivan shuffling things around so they wouldn't shift or turn over. Before I turned around, I caught him in the corner of my vision checking out my voluptuous backside -- the light cotton dress stretched tightly across my backside -- thong bikini leaving no panty line. I spun around and said, "And what are you looking at, young man?" Scotty looked down and blushed and then with his face turning bright red replied, "You look really pretty in that dress, Mom." I felt a flush sweep through me, a tingle blossoming between my thighs at his words, but acted amused as I said, "Thank you, Scotty. I swear there must be no good looking girls around if you're staring at an old lady's butt!" Scotty looked panicked for a moment, but saw my grin and said boldly, "You're as pretty as any girl here at the university, Mom!" "Why thank you, son!" I said. I did a little shimmy dance, making my barely fettered breasts roll about my chest. "Am I as sexy as your college girlfriends?" My son's eyes followed my bouncing breasts about even as his mouth gaped open ...