Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep14

This was the moment. While we ground into each other, I reached down and carefully pulled Mom's panties to the side. A moment later, my bare cock slid through her lips.

Both of us groaned.

"Jay, I'm not sure we..."

"You want me to change the channel?" I asked.

"I don't mean the TV," Mom said, disapproving. But her backside was telling a different story. The warmth of her pussy pressed against my dick. GodDAMN I could already feel myself responding far more than I wanted. "What's up?" I asked, still maintaining my sense of calm. At least, in the part of me that wasn't under the covers. I have to admit, it was fun turning Mom's game against her.

"I don't think this is a good idea," Mom said.

"Watching TV?" I asked. "Cuddling?"

"You're a bastard you know that?" Mom said.

"I'm your bastard," I said.

"No," Mom said firmly, "You're my little knight. My baby boy."

I noticed she hadn't stopped sliding. In fact, her movements were becoming more defined. Driven.

OK, Mom. We're

that's the kind of

that,

But then her whole

simple knowledge that I was pressed against her pussy made my orgasm feel richer, deeper, than

squeezing out each other's ecstasy. Then finally the pleasure subsided, and we both

and a tank top. The gusset was still pulled to the side, and I could see shoots of curly, blonde pubic hair sticking out

said, then scampered out

unnerved. What had I done? And, worse, how could I get her to do

*

your ex," Mom said, "That

"Cassie," I said.

different,"

Mom was in a tank top and shorts. Her foot rested in

escapade. Mom didn't talk about the night before. She was weirdly silent for most of the day. But she'd also slapped my ass when we were stretching for our run and a couple times, I'd

she wasn't a college girl; some young kid whose emotions I could play with. A girl to notch my bedpost with. She was a woman, my mom, and I had

seen Mom that way, anyway. I knew she was different, which was probably why I couldn't control my attraction to her. But that's not what

of her, what did you call them? Hang-ups," Mom said, "Kind of the opposite, actually." She was trying to make this sound like idle chat,

my eyes. She buried her face in her hands. Stared down

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