A Very Special Mother’s Day - Sex Stories

A Very Special Mother’s Day

... was wearing that dress, that sexy, fucking, dress, and her huge, fat, breasts were threatening to fall out of there tight confines.

Pamela leaned back against the arm of the couch and stretched out her legs. She dangled one of her high-heeled shoes from her toe before letting it fall to the ground. Then, she dropped the other shoe. She then put her sexy, pantyhose-covered feet in her son’s lap. She slid them back and forth, stimulating her pussy lips with her thighs until she felt the lump growing in her son’s lap.

She stopped and glanced at him. He was staring at her feet. He slowly put his big, warm, hands on them and began to rub then gently.

“Mmmmm,” Pamela sighed. Her son’s strong hands absentmindedly stroked her feet. She didn’t even mind it when his hands occasionally slid up her legs, caressing her ankles and calf, before stopping just before the hem of her short dress.

During a particularly sexy scene, Benjamin stood, his cock chubby and visible through his dress pants. “Time for your last gift,” he said.

She looked at him. She glanced at his groin. Her alarm began to grow.

“Your massage, my lady.” He showed her the massage lotion. “I’ve been studying how to give them. I know you used to love them..., with dad..., and I thought...,”

Her sigh of relief was audible. “I love them! Uh, but my dress...” she began. Then quickly, “I’ll go change.” Pamela stood up and turned her back to her son. Her ass was nearly pressing against his crotch. “Unzip ...

... me.” she stated.

Benjamin’s hands reached for her zipper. He found it and pulled it down. Her back became exposed, then the top of her ass. He could see her sexy, red, lacy, panties. Pamela walked away, her dress falling down to her ass before she caught it.

Pamela went to her room, took off her dress, and removed her pantyhose. She put on a long t-shirt and impulsively decided against pants. The shirt was long enough to cover her ass if she was careful, she reasoned. If not, more cheap thrills for her boy. Of course, she didn’t feel the need to put on a bra.

She returned and laid down on the couch. Benjamin sat next to her, on the edge of the cushion.

“Uh, mom?” he ventured. “I have to pull your shirt up. Is that, OK?”

“Yes, of course,” she said, then muttered, “I should have worn pants...”

“No, its fine. We are two adults here, right?” Benjamin grinned.

“Yeah, two horny adults...” She laughed drunkenly and Bejamin snorted in surprise. Then, Pamela sighed and relaxed, breathing heavily. Benjamin slowly slid her shirt up, revealing her ass and sexy, red, panties. When the material caught on her stomach, Pamela raised herself up, not realizing she was nearly putting her ass into her son’s face. He could smell her heat and the fresh scent of her moist pussy.

She pulled the shirt above her breasts. Her heavy, pale, globes fell out unrestrained. She laid back down.

Her son stared at her curve of her naked back and her sexy, full, ass. He looked at the soft ...