I knew I should stop this. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was my son. I shouldn't be encouraging it. I shouldn't be flashing my naked ass at my son in the kitchen when no one is home. I should have never kissed him at the department store.
The problem was, I was no longer in control of my actions. My body was now taking over. I could feel my ass gently moving around, pulling and pushing his c**k around between my ass cheeks. His c**k was starting to pull my thong up, and I could feel the material getting pulled in between my labia. Each time he pushed up into me, I could feel the material stretch and press into my c**t.
On top of that, his hand was still caressing my lower abdomen. Every time he dipped down, I could feel his fingers trace the outline of the top of my p***y. The only thin
