At this point, Lian could have pulled down his boxers to reveal the truth. Either the birthmark will be there or it won't, but she is having too much fun playing with him to risk knowing the truth just yet.
"I don't think my baby has had quite his fill of his mother's t**s yet. Isn't that right sweetie?"
She reaches out and pulls him forward so he is perched on the edge of the bed as he whispers yes. They stare at each other for a long moment before she reaches down and slowly starts to massage her t**s through the soft silky material of her blue busier teasing him. Her t**s are right there in front of his face as he licks his lips in anticipation . . . watching . . . waiting.
Lian leisurely slips her fingers under the thin blue straps that hold her bustier in place. She ever so slowly
