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... picture watching whomever I was sitting on? Then it hit me like a rock. All of them, sat down slipping out their cocks covered in their hands until I sat in their laps. At that time, I like everyone thought he was too young to notice. Perhaps, we were wrong? I told him I was going to dress and left. I re-showered,found an old, simple blouse and a loose fitting simple skirt. I took the time to make my hair in the fashion of the pictures. I even added opaque hose and an old fashioned white garter belt. A couple of rolls at the waist line to shorten its length and a 6in slit at a wrinkle. I stood in front of my mirror looking back in time. Walking back to Sonny, I posed before he turned to see me. He almost shouted, "Mommie"! He had not called me that since he grew up. He ran to my arms. I hugged him and felt a growing cock in his pants. Releasing him, I sat on the couch very lady like, knees together as he returned to the floor. He went into a more c***d like mode, flipping pages, giggling, chatty. He wanted to be that little boy again. I reached over, mussed his hair and baby talked him. He loved it. He watched my knees which I kept closed. I eased closer to the edge of the couch as he turned back to the photo's. He was busy recalling every person and event of the day, when he turned to see that I had crossed my legs with a large expanse of under thigh showing. I keep my cunt out of view. He kept looking back under my skirt. A few peeps and I caught him. "Sonny, I said, ...

... don't look under my skirt, my secret place is there". He sheepishly said, "OK". He started laughing at a funny picture of Phil and I. I uncrossed my legs with just a hint of gap between the knees, showing nothing but thighs touching. He turned to face me pointing out the pictures of Big Poppa with me on his lap. I noticed for the first time in this one I was getting up and Big poppa's cock was standing exposed. I didn't bring any attention to noticing it. I let my knees part exposing a little more under my skirt. He was over animated pointing out memories as I slid closer to the edge of my cushion parting my thighs until I was wide enough to show all. I remained there showing all, as his cock hardened and stretched until most of it had cleared his flimsy boxer briefs. I acted oblivious to it. Closing and getting up, I offered to bring him a Pepsi on my return. I found him sitting on the couch still flipping through pages. His cock was standing tall. I handed him his Pepsi, he sat the photo album to the side. I reached behind myself as I turned, opened the slit and sat right down on his upright cock. Flipping My legs to a side saddle position, I scrunched down to get deep on it. Settling back his arm caught me, nestled me against his chest. His face was strained until I said, "MargieMom has you, Sonny. Just shoot it. Give it to me, baby boy". He busted. His cock was like an untamed a****l, bucking and throwing wad after wad. It twisted side to side, it stretched and recoiled ...