Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Jay is growing up so fast. It sometimes makes me feel like a crazy woman for how he makes me feel. One moment he’s my sweet, goofy baby, and then the afternoon light hits him just right at soccer practice, and my panties are getting wet.
Normally, he does driving lessons with his Dad because I’m too anxious, but he had just a few hours left to get before he could take his test, and the boy is an excellent beggar, so I agreed.
In the passenger seat, funny things were happening in my body. Jay leaned the seat back and confidently draped his left hand over the wheel. His right hand rested between us on the shifter, and I noticed he had the same bulging veins on the back of his hand, like his father. My tongue traced my teeth with the temptation to trail my finger over the pretty blue lines in my Son’s skin the way I do to his dad when he drives me. I shook my head, trying to shake the weird feelings, but Jay’s confidence and ability behind the wheel were making me so hot.
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This strange, boiling mix of pride and arousal was coursing through me. And then, my pretty boy placed his hand on my thigh and squeezed, “Should I take you to lunch as a ‘thank you’, Mommy?” A whine slipped from my lips, and I touched his hand to push his fingers higher up my toned inner thigh. Jay smirked as if he could read my needs and intentions. The boy always seemed to sense what I was feeling, even when he was too little to know what to do about it. He licked his lips and turned the car around.
“What are you doing?” I asked, looking at him. He still needed a bit more driving, and I will admit to being VERY hungry.
“Taking you home so I can eat you.” My jaw dropped, and my heart, I swear, stopped beating. The fantasies in my head must be confusing my hearing. He chuckled, and his hand moved higher to cup my pussy through my little jean shorts. “Don’t look so shocked. We both know you’ve been aching to sit on more than my face.”
“Baby?” My head dropped back to the seat, and my hips rocked into his hand. My confident, bold son sure knew how to command a situation. He really was becoming such a man, and that alone had me ready to cum in my shorts. “We can’t.”
“It’s fine, Mom.” He pulled us back into the driveway and parked. His left hand let go of the steering wheel and gripped the heart outline of his dick through his pants. “No one will know.”
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270