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

Fun with Sara Pt. III: Mom's Turn

... son, sitting on the couch rolling a fresh joint. Disappointed at the initial sight, she decided to stay there for another minute or two, to see what he might do. He took a hit from the joint and then finished what was left of his beer. “Mom, are you coming,” he yelled but there was no response. He waited a few more seconds and then said to himself, “Maybe she’s using the bathroom. She watched intently as he looked around to see if anyone was watching. He must be getting a little paranoid. Suddenly his hands went to his shorts and he pulled them halfway down his thighs, exposing his large, thick erection. Cindy had never seen her son’s cock hard, and the sight of it made her knees weak. She dropped down a step. Her son had no doubt heard her so he quickly shoved his cock back in his shorts and acted as if nothing had happened. He reached for his beer, forgetting that he had already emptied its contents. Silently, she walked back up the stairs halfway, and then walked back down. “Hey sweetie,” she said, focusing on her son in the dim light of the living room. “Hey, Mom,” Ben said, looking around the room for something. “Everything ok? Do you need anything from the kitchen?” “Yeah Mom, everything’s fine! But could you bring me another beer? Maybe even two?” “Sure, sweetheart,” she said lovingly. She sauntered to the kitchen, hoping that her son was watching her. She heard footsteps behind her and when she got the fridge, they stopped. She knew that he was behind her, watching ...

... her. She decided to put on a little show for him. She opened the fridge and slowly bent over at the hips. Her robe rose up, giving her son a very clear view of her bare, fleshy cunt lips. She heard him suck in a breath, and then, as quietly as he could, quickly make his way back to the living room. Ben plopped back down onto the couch, praying that his mom had not heard him. Does it really matter at this point whether she heard me or not, Ben asked himself, realizing that his mother had like done what she had just done knowing that he was behind her. He waited, impatiently, for his mother to return from the kitchen with his beer. He looked down at his cock that was now so prominent in his shorts that it could easily be seen, even in the dim light of the living room. In fact, it had maintained its rigidity for the entire duration that she was upstairs. When she finally returned, he eyed intently the front of the silky, black robe that she had changed into; the show that he had gotten earlier confirmed that she, at the very least, was not wearing any bottoms whatsoever. It was also loosely tied in the front, and it was almost as short, if not shorter than the shorts she had been wearing earlier. "Hey," Ben said happily. "I thought that you had gotten lost! Come and have a seat!" He realized that what he had just said must’ve sounded really stupid to her. "Sorry," she said. "I was trying to figure out which stockings and heels I was going to wear, but I decided to just wear this ...