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

The naughty f****y pt3

... mom." I stuck my tongue out at him and said, "I don't know why that should make a difference. You're a sexy young hunk. If your father said it was okay, I'd tear your clothes off in a second." Scotty sat straight up and his arms moved about in front of him aimlessly, a little eccentricity of his that indicated that he was confused and unnerved...the human equivalent of "DOES NOT COMPUTE!" I reached out and stroked his shoulder and murmured, "Everything is okay, Scotty. Don't worry." I let it go, letting the conversation and the teasing lag while we drove on. Silence reined for awhile, but it wasn't too long before I saw my son again glancing down at my exposed crotch. I hoped he appreciated the growing wet spot between my legs -- my teasing making me more aroused and making me nuts with the need to take my hand and rub my pussy. I began to smell my wetness as well and wondered what Scotty was making of this new, musky scent. I wondered if he'd ever gotten a good whiff of wet pussy before. I decided that fingering my aroused pussy while driving might be a little much, but when I noticed him shifting his attention to my breasts with my hard nipples clearly visible against the light cotton of my dress, I couldn't resist bringing my left hand up and carelessly caressing my breast, idly sliding two fingers around my swollen nub and pinching it through my dress. A little squeak escaped my lips after I pinched it particularly hard, sending a jolt of carnal delight racing through ...

... my body. "Mom...are you okay, Mom?" Scotty asked, his voice a mixture of concern and confusion. "Ohhhhh yeah," I breathed out. "I'm with my most favorite man in the world. I'm doing just fine!" Scotty laughed and said. "I'm your favorite man? What about Dad?" I spared him a glance from the road and winked at him again. "Well, I love your father a lot, but...there's a special love that only a mother and son can have." Scotty's face lit up with pleasure. "Really, Mom?" I reached over and dropped a hand on his thigh and gave it a squeeze. "Absolutely, Scotty, don't you feel it? I love you like no one else, son." I rubbed his thigh a little bit and said in a slightly pouty voice, "Don't you love me, Scotty?" My son trembled a bit and hesitated, that lip peeking out and rolling along his lip. "More than anything...anyone, Mom!" "Am I your best girl, son?" I said teasingly. Scotty took a deep breath and let it out slow. "I wish..." he replied, looking out the window. "You wish what?" I said, sensing an opportunity. Scotty was a long time responding and I thought for a moment I was going to lose him again as his arms came up and waved for a few seconds before he paused and dropped them into his lap. "You wish what, honey?" I asked again. Slowly, Scotty turned to face me and he said in a hesitant tone. "I wish I really had a girlfriend like you, Mom." I smiled back at him between glances at the road and then replied as I slid my hand up his thigh until my fingers were almost brushing ...