A lucky american convinced her mom - 3

"Actually, I didn't promise that I wouldn't grope you and I wasn't groping you. I was only feeling your breast through your housecoat and bra. Trust me, I couldn't feel a thing. Besides you promised me you'd kiss me and you didn't."

"I kissed you."

"It wasn't long enough for me to know how I feel about you. It wasn't a real kiss. You broke it off too soon."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I'd like for you to kiss me again only, this time, longer. Yeah, that's what I'm saying. You need to kiss me again Mother."

"I'm not going to sit here and make out with my son, Joey. That's just wrong. That's just nasty. That's just asking for trouble."

"Trouble? Why is a kiss between a mother and son asking for trouble? It's just a kiss Mom unless you feel that there's more."

She looked at him as if pondering her options after he asked her if he could use her car.

"Well, okay, but this is it. And don't twist what I say around to make it appear that French kissing is my idea when it was all your idea. This is the last kiss," she said leaning down to him again.

This time, as soon as their lips touch and as soon as he parted her lips with his tongue, he reached a hand between her legs and up her housecoat. Only, as soon as he touched her panties and forced his hands deep between her legs to cup her panty clad pussy, she pulled away, pulled down her housecoat, and closed her knees.

"Joey! What the Hell are you doing? What's gotten into you? Gees. Oh, my God. You touched me where no son should ever touch his mother."

"No I didn't."

"You touched my panty and cupped me in your hand."

"Technically I touched you where no son should ever touch his mother but it wasn't as if you weren't wearing panties."

"I'm just glad that I was wearing panties, otherwise you would have..."

"Would have what?"

"Never mind."

"So what if I did touch your pussy? Would you have been embarrassed by the fact that you're wet for me?"

"Wet for you? I assure you that I'm not wet for you," she said sitting back on her haunches to get up on her high horse.

"Show me then. Let me feel," he said reaching his hand beneath her housecoat again.

"I'm not going to allow you to feel my pussy Joey. What's wrong with you?"

"Then, what about my kiss? I'm still waiting."

"I kissed you twice already Joey. We're done kissing."

"You said you'd give me real kiss Mom but every time we start kissing you stop."

"Well that's because you're groping me," she said flattening down her hair with her palm. "If you promise me not to grope me again, I promise I'll give you a real kiss, a kiss that ill curl your toes," she said with a chuckle. "Okay?"

"I dare you to curl my toes Mom. Being that my toes have never been curled, my toes need to me curled."

"Okay then. Are you ready for some toe curling?"

"Yes," said Joey closing his eyes and puckering his lips.

This time, instead of him kissing her. She kissed him. Only, as soon as their lips touched and as soon as Joey parted his mother's lips with his tongue, and as soon as his mother showed the sexual passion she had hidden for her son, he pulled his mother's hand beneath the covers and put it on his cock.

"Joey!"

"What now mom?"

"You're not wearing any underwear. You put my hand on you."

"So?"

"You promised not to grope me."

"I didn't grope you Mom. You groped me."

"I did no such thing. You forced my hand on your penis."

"Do you want to see it?"

"Unless you want me to change your diaper, certainly not," she said too late before Joey threw the covers aside to expose himself to her.

"Joey! Oh, my God."

"What?"

"You have an erection," she said staring down at her son's cock.

"I know."

"You're so much bigger than your father."

"I am?"

"Yes," she said looking from his cock to his face before looking back down at his cock again. "Did I do that to you?"

"Do what?"

"Give you an erection?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry Joey that I affect you in that way but...it's so big," she said staring at him without speaking. "This is all my fault. Is there something that I can do to make you not want me?"

"Well, yeah. Duh?"

"What? Just tell me. I'm willing to do anything to help you not want me in a sexual way."

"Well, you could start by stop walking around me in your housecoat without wearing any underwear. I don't know if you realize it but you spend the day flashing me your big tits down your housecoat top and/or your pussy through you unbuttoned buttons and opened legs."

"Okay," she said. "I can do that but my housecoats are so comfortable. Nonetheless, I promise to always wear a bra and panty beneath them."

"Then there's the matter of your nightgowns," he said watching his mother stare down at his cock before looking up at him.

"My nightgowns? What about my nightgowns? I'm covered, aren't I?"

"Not hardly Mom," he said with a dirty laugh. "You never wear a bathrobe and I can see right through your nightgowns as if you're naked, especially when you stand in front of the open refrigerator door at night without a light on in the kitchen, stand in front of the TV without a light on in the living room, and when you open the curtains in the bedroom in morning and stand in front of the big bay window in the living room. With the sun flowing through your sheer, nearly transparent nightgown, I swear that I can count the hairs on your pussy."

"Joey! Oh, my God. I had no idea. I'm so embarrassed," she said blushing.

With his covers kicked back and his cock still sticking straight out, she put her hand on the clump of covers by his thigh and he moved her hand to his thigh before moving it to his cock again.

"Touch me Mom."

"Apparently, whether I like it or not I am touching you," she said staring at his erection before looking up at him again.

"Stroke me."

"Is that what this is all about? You want me to give you a hand job?"

"Yes."

She stared at his cock before staring at him.

"If I masturbate you, will you stop this nonsense for once and for all."

"Yes," he said.

She wrapped her fingers around his cock and started slowly stroking him.