Fun with Sara Pt. III: Mom's Turn - Sex Stories

Fun with Sara Pt. III: Mom's Turn

... the fridge to get another beer. The conversation, and the weed had made him thirsty, but he could only quench his thirst with beer for now. He grabbed his mom's wine too and brought it to the kitchen table but before he sat down he stop and asked, "Hey Mom, do you want to take this party to the living room? It'd probably be more comfortable if we sat on the couch." Cindy agreed with Ben and nodded, but she had a problem. How was she going to get up and get to the living room without her son seeing the huge wet spot in front of her shorts? Thinking quickly, she told her son to go on in the living room, and that she would be in there shortly. He obliged her, and the she ran upstairs to change. Ben knew why she went upstairs, and it made his rock hard cock twitch just thinking about his Mom's soaking wet pussy. He wanted to follow her. He wanted her to come down wearing nothing but a babydoll, thigh-highs and heels. He wanted her to come over to where he was sitting, pull his shorts down and put his tool in her warm, wet mouth. He wanted her to sit on his cock and ride it until they both found relief from the ache between their legs. It was wishful thinking though. Sara was upstairs and in her room in record time. She looked around her walk-in closet as if it were a puzzle to be solved. What should I wear? She was already naked, and in spite of wiping the wetness from her pussy with a hand towel, her juices were already running down her leg again. She needed cock! She needed ...

... her son's cock. How would she go about getting it thought?! What if he didn't want her? What if she goes for it and it ruins their relationship? She stepped out of her closet and opened her underwear drawer. It was full of different types of sexy panties: G-strings, boy shorts, bikini cut; you name it, she had it. She preferred string-bikini cut though. It was far more comfortable, and just as sexy to her. Maybe even sexier, she thought to herself. They leave a little more to the imagination. She picked up a pair of black, string bikini panties that were cut high on the hip. She thought of putting them on but she quickly put them back, knowing that she would soak through it in a matter of a minute or two. She opened a second drawer. It was full of stockings, garters, tights and pantyhose. She picked up a pair of black hold-up stockings. "Mom," Ben called from downstairs. "Are you ok?" Startled, she dropped the stockings and yelled to her son, "I'm fine sweetheart! I'm fine! I just had to change really quick! I'll be down in a minute." She swallowed hard and closed the drawer. Cindy decided to just put on a short, silk bathrobe and she made her way down the stairs, silently hoping that her juices didn't soak through her robe and into the couch, but at this point, she was only able to are so much. She silently walked down the carpeted steps, hoping that he would not hear her approach. Hopefully he has his cock out and I can get a peak! When she made it to the landing, she saw her ...