He moves across the den hoping the bulge in his jeans is not to obvious. As he draws nearer his eyes become helplessly trapped on her pretty purple bra. Her small t**s are crowned with a pair of deliciously erect n*****s that are on full display.
At the bar they sit sipping on their respective wines and enjoy a moment or two of silence. The s****l tension in the air between mother and son is thick with anticipation.
Ellen notices how her son's eyes keep flickering down to her chest. Normally, she would ignore such a thing, but being a bit tipsy and feeling playful she decides to tease him a bit.
"So . . . you are not running out of the room in horror at seeing your mother in her sexy underwear."
"Mom . . . Jeez you look fantastic. I can't believe what an i***t dad is for leaving you."
