“Are you okay?” I asked. He seemed to be in a trance.
“Yeah.” He said nodding without looking up. He then put his arms around my waist and hugged me tightly, pressing his head lovingly to my tits.
Holding his head, I could feel his warm breath on my breast. His hands moved caressingly from my waist, down my hips, and then up my sides to the sides of my breast. I didn’t try to stop him. I liked it. I wanted him to explore. I then felt his hard bone pressing against my thigh, and my heart leaped. My boy had a hard-on!
I wanted to tease him, but that was far more of a reaction than I expected.
I let him hold me, gently caressing the sides of my breast. I then lean back, looked down at him, and said, “I guess this means you like the dress.”
Looking into my deep cleavage, he smiled and nodded, then slid his hands down my sides to my thighs, where he began to lift my dress. I let him get it up to my waist, exposing my bare ass and hairless pussy before the caution alarms went off in my head.
“Whoa! That’s far enough Big Boy… for now, ” I said calmly, pushing my dress back down. “We’re not alone. One of your sisters could come walking in any second. I’m glad you like the dress though. I’ll wear it again someday, just for you, and we’ll see what happens.”
Before leaving, I gave him a warm parting hug, making sure to press my thigh against his hard cock.
After gently getting him to release, I looked down at the big bulge I’d given him, and my pussy instantly flooded. As well as my son, I’d gotten myself pretty worked up so I retreated to my bedroom where I fucked and sucked a bunch of my toys, imagining that it was my son’s cock in my mouth and hammering my pussy.
I was pleasantly surprised by his reaction and how bold he was. Cody seemed more than willing, and without hesitation to fooling around with his mother (family trait I guess) but he was young, and I didn’t want to move too fast.
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After that, I began wearing slutty revealing clothes around my son all the time just to see his reaction, and to see that big bulge that would form in his pants, it got me horny and gave me crazy ideas.
I would do it all the time, wear some slutty outfit, ask him how it looked, and then tease him just for fun.
“Does my ass look big in these shorts?” I asked him wear a tiny pair of yoga shorts.
“I think they look great!”
“Thank you baby! But my ass? Are you sure? My ass? Take a good long look.” I teased.
“Yes, it looks good.”
“Really? My ass? Are you sure? These shorts are really tight and up in my butt crack! Are you getting a good look? Are you sure my ass looks okay?”
“YES! Your ass looks fucking awesome! Are you fucking with me?”
“Yes, of course I am! And you love it!” I said and we both laugh.
“How bout my pussy? These shorts are really tight in the crotch and they’re creeping up into my pussy! My pussy doesn’t look too big, does it? Look real close. Tell me what you think!”
At that point, Cody was speechless, staring at my pussy in the skintight yoga shorts that showed off my meaty pussy.
“How bout my tits?” I asked with a devious grin. “How do they look? Can you see my big pocky nipples? Look real close!”
For weeks I teased and taunted my young impressionable son. He played along willingly, but was also becoming more assertive and aggressive, which I happily welcomed and encouraged.
Truth was, I’d been having this deviant fantasy where I cruelly tease my son to the point where he becomes so engaged that he brutally rapes me.
I had issues.
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Early on, that sexual aggression was expressed in a childish game of roughhousing. Cody would sneak up from behind and surprise me by grabbing my ass. Of course, I had to pay him back for startling me, and making me scream. So I’d chase after him, tits bouncing, ass jiggling, trying to grab his tight ass, and we’d end-up in a clinch grabbing each others, which was really just an excuse to put our hands on each other.
Our games of grab-ass quickly escalated to include other sensitive, parts of the body. It was something that I instigated.
One day while wearing a particularly tight thin teeshirt with no bra, nipples sticking out fully erect, I snuck-up on Cody and gave him a stinging ‘titty-twister’.
Cringing, holding his hand over his smarting titty with his mouth hanging open in surprise, Cody stared at my thinly shielded, very prominent nipples in a teeshirt so thin that the dark-pink circles of my large erect nipples could be seen through the fabric. I had provided him two easy targets on my chest.
Standing in a ready-for-action stance, I egged him on with an evil grinning, daring him to retaliate. “Wha? You didn’t like that! Whatta you gonna do about it!” I said with a smirk.
I wasn’t surprised when Cody lunged and snatched a handful of my stuff erect nipple. But instead of twisting and quickly releasing and running away, he held on tightly and pulled, with wonder in his eyes at having his mother’s big nipple in his grasp.
Groaning, I allowed my son to squeeze, twist, and pull on my nipple, letting him, give-better-than-he-got before, I countered by grabbing his crotch. And as I squeezed his balls, just hard enough to let him know that he’d been outmaneuvered, I felt the stiffness of his cock.
Realizing that he was losing the battle, Cody spun away, both of us laughing.
Of course, I knew that by going for my son’s crotch, I was inviting an attack on my crotch.
That day, in addition to the trashy teeshirt I’d worn, I also wore a pair of white leggings that left little to the imagination. I’d intentionally pulled the skin-tight leggings up into my crotch and crack, not only to show off my big ass but also to display every fold of my meaty hairless pussy.
Putting on a real slut-show, I continued to chase around my son in the cock-teasing outfit. And the more we roughhoused, the hornier and wetter my fat pussy became, making the thin, white fabric of my tightly wedged leggings translucent, allowing the pink flesh of my thick hairless lip to show through giving Cody an easy target.
After grabbing my son’s crotch, I stood at the ready. “C’mon! Show me what you got!” I said, eager for him to retaliate.
Staring directly at my big, pink camel-toe, I knew what his next move would be. As he swooped in for the attack, I made a weak attempt to block, then let his hand reach its soft target. Getting a good firm grip on my thick pussy lips, he squeezed and held on, and I felt my pussy creaming-up, and I wondered if my son could feel the moist heat radiating from my horny wet pussy.
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For week we ran around, playfully roughhousing, wrestling, and groping each other, playing our private game of ‘grab-ass’, always escalating, becoming rougher, more aggressive, and more openly sexual.
I got the idea to add a new twist to our game and take it to the next level. Instead of the skintight, slutty clothes I had been wearing, I switched to wearing something loose-fitting, clothes that when we roughhoused, would shift and easily pull aside and expose my naked body underneath to my horny young son.
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One day, wearing a very loose, sleeveless, low-cut, short dress, with thin straps, and nothing on underneath, a dress that would easily expose everything to my horny young son, I initiated a rough game of grab-ass.