"Wow son! You didn't waste any time !! I mean, you just walked in from school and next thing your poor mother knows, your craming your big cock in your poor old mothers mouth!!!"
"OK David, Make it quick, no touching, don't get it on me this time. The only reason I'm doing this is because your girlfriend broke up with you and your Dad's no porn policy. I'll bend a little deeper when I hear you are getting close to orgasm."
"OK, Bobby, I agreed to be your model for your drawing class, but I didn't know I had to be nude. I'll still do it, but it makes me uncomfortable.
Like now, when you are rubbing yourself. Stop that! It looks like you are seeing your own mother as sexual. Well, I guess I am. And I can see you are sexual too. Maybe you could put the pencil down and we'll learn other lessons."
"OK, Tommy, I've allowed you to watch as I put sunscreen on. Now why don't you take off your suit lie on top of Mommy? Slide around a little to get some on your own skin. We may have to use our hands on each other's back. It's a good thing Daddy won't be back until this afternoon, so we can be a little naughty."
"When Mom got off her bike after the short ride to the park, she adjusted her dress. It made her breasts jiggle and sway. I guess I stared too long, because she asked if I wanted a picture so it would last longer. I got embarrassed, and to make me feel better she said it was OK, just natural. Look, if I wanted. She took my hand. Even feel a little, if I wanted. I slipped a hand inside her bra, to feel her nipple get hard under my fingertips. She gave a raggedy sigh and gently pulled my hand out of her blouse. "We're in public," she said. "Maybe later.""
"Mom had already had a few cocktails by the pool when she asked me to put sunscreen on her. But she thought the oil might be bad for the fabric of her bikini. No problem, she slipped it off in two seconds. I was so shocked to see her naked, I squirted."
"I was a smart-ass. When Mom asked if she looked fat in those yoga pants, I said I'd have to see her without the pants, to compare. She got the funniest look on her face, then she turned her back to me, stripped off her jog bra, and lowered her pants. I thought she was just calling my bluff or something, but then she really wanted me to look at her. I did, and told her she was beautiful. She was so happy to hear a compliment she cried on my shoulder, then kissed me, and then started feeling my hard cock."
"Sara knew that she and her son were made for each other. He liked to touch her, and she liked to be touched. Over the years, pretty much every inch of his skin had touched every inch of hers. Except for the big one--his penis and her vagina. That might happen tonight, if his father fell asleep soon."
"Mom had to stay at a motel near the airport so she could catch an early flight. I carried her bags to her room. She said that motel rooms always make her horny--the temporary privacy and anonymity. No one knows or cares what you do in your rented room. Even if she were to take off her panties and shake her booty at her son, it all seems OK in a motel room. And if they kiss with tongues, that's OK too. And when she unzips her son's pants and keels down, what could be more natural?"