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Breanna already had her blush and mascara applied. She had been up since five o'clock so she could go to the gym first, which she always did on days where she planned to... have fun. Yes, she was certain she was ready. Humoring her son, she peeked inside her trench coat for a nanosecond. "Yep, I can see it all there. Let's get going."

Hustling out of the door with his mom in broad daylight gave Spencer the same body rush he felt from spying on her last weekend. The electric SUV silently started and rolled out of the driveway. It hit Spencer that two orange kayaks were already on the roof of the car from when his mom and dad went last month. The son studied his mom's face. She was smart.

----

After eating a deliciously unhealthy fast food breakfast in the car, they were finally cruising down the highway toward the Pacific ocean. Spencer lowered the passenger sun visor and used the built-in mirror to draw a thin scar over his eye with a red makeup pen. "It's for my cosplay," he explained before his mom could ask.

"So... What's the plan for when we get there? What's there to do?"

"Um... Pretty much anything, hah! There's too many exhibitions and activities and booths for one day. I remember some dope-looking things that didn't have insane lines. But we can do whatever. Do you have any interest in anything specific?"

Breanna took her eyes off the road and shrugged at him. "I'm up for anything. Whatever you're interested in doing is fine by me. My mission for the day is trying to act like I do at Mr. Commons' house and to meet some stranger tonight — while pretending you're not checking me out," she chuckled nervously. "Other than that, I don't have plans."

"Okay." He scratched the small hairs growing on his knuckle. "Do you, like... Do you wear this every time you go over to Mr. Commons'? It is part of how you lure guys in?"

"No, no, haha! They're usually black-tie affairs. Every once in a while, I guess he likes to throw an actual party for fun. There was only another costume party for Halloween, and I did wear this. It's a popular one," she leveled.

"How do you usually find guys then? I mean, if you aren't dancing or dressed like that, how do guys know, like..."

Breanna's cheeks glowed pink, and she proudly pursed her lips. "I have a few tight, high-cut cocktail dresses. They seem to work, too."

The son's breathing slowed, and his eyes went wide. "How did it all start? How did the first guy know he could flirt with you? And how did all the other single guys find out? And how do you know dad won't find out?"

Breanna blinked and digested the questions. "Well, the first time was last fall, when Malcolm invited your dad and me to his cocktail party because he wanted to bury the hatchet with your dad finally. While your dad was having a man-to-man with Malcolm, I was talking to this guy upstairs. And he was drinking and flirty. So, I was kind of casually flirting back. Nothing big. Really, it wasn't much different than how I'd talk to your dad's business partners right in front of him, you know? But this guy must've read into it too much because he kissed me. I don't know why, but I let him. I was about to walk away, but I felt his cock grow into my stomach, and I guess something switched in my head. I kissed him back. We kissed more, he told me he had a condom, and next thing I knew I was watching him have at it."

The son cracked his window, letting the flapping air hit his moist skin.

"And the other guys found out because that's how guys are. The first guy probably told another, who told another, who told another. There's nothing stopping your dad from finding out, per se. But there aren't too many unmarried guys at the parties. I tell the guy every time to keep it between us, but I think it's more they realize that if word gets out, it'll never happen again."

The mother drummed her fingers around the steering wheel and glanced at her son. "I know how it probably looked... with the Panther guy knowing he could come up behind me and it happening kind of fast... but I don't make it too easy for them. They have to, you know... They have to get me to, uh..." He stared at her blankly, and he seemed to understand the message.

"Hmm," Spencer nodded and faced the dashboard. His mom had always seemed like the simplest woman, and he was starting to see more of her complexity. He didn't know the right way to respond, so he stared ahead in silence.

"On that note..." she followed, "are there actually going to be a lot of other women dressed like this? I'm not going to be the Whore of Comic-Con, right? Not that I have much of a choice now..."

In a moment where Spencer recognized his growth into adulthood, he realized his mom wasn't just trying to be funny. It seemed like she needed to know that he still accepted her after hearing those confessions. The son snickered, "Yeah, there were a ton of women dressed in sluttier costumes. But, honestly, I didn't see any with your, uh..." He scratched his neck. "You're not wearing too little... But if you're asking me if you're going to stand out... then, yes."

She blushed awkwardly, as she sensed his eyes angled toward her chest. "Okay, I can live with that."

----

They journeyed the final miles along the coast to San Diego. They were there early, and already the downtown area was a zoo. People and cars were pouring through the gaps in the glass highrises and palm trees.

"Holy crap!" Breanna gaped.

It was fun for Spencer to see her reaction. He had the same mind-blown response yesterday. The streets were blocked off to facilitate waves of colorful people. The event seemed to sprawl into the horizon. "What do you think?"

"This is nuts! How many people go to this?"

"One-fifty-ish for the weekend," he beamed.

Breanna could scarcely believe it. She had been imagining a few thousand nerds getting together. She didn't expect over a hundred thousand people. The traffic was stop-and-go, and finding a parking spot was a daunting task.

Fortunately, Spencer had planned well. He had rented someone's parking spot for the day over an app, which Breanna didn't even know was a thing. They parallel parked in a streetside parking spot that was only (yes, only) a twenty-minute walk from badge pickup.

They stepped out of the black SUV and into the large sun. The heat rose from the asphalt in waves and the rays sizzled on their skin. Removing his shirt before going inside a building felt unnatural and wrong to Spencer. He could only imagine how his mom was about to feel.

He walked around the car and hopped onto the sidewalk. His mom inspected his costume, which was really just black pants with his abs rising out of them. His tan chest and neck had also thickened over the last year.

"Been hitting the gym?"

Spencer's lips curled bashfully from her wry comment.

She added, "I'm actually glad you chose that costume now because maybe all of the creeps will be too scared of you to harass me."

Slipping into her golden gladiator heels, Breanna didn't even need to look up to sense her son's angsty gaze on her trench coat. "Don't worry, it's coming off," she said as if she were patronizing a child.

The marbled, brown buttons slid off, and she untied her beige belt. She couldn't decide if doing this on a city street or in front of her son was more insane. Nevertheless, she opened her jacket. Her maroon veils unfurled over her inner thighs and down to her ankles.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she let her jacket fall from her shoulders. Breanna was fine being the scantily dressed one among friends at a private party, but she had never dressed this way in public. She felt naked and unprotected — and her decorative plastic armor couldn't help. There was no need to guess her son's thoughts. He was thoroughly hypnotized. If he were an old-time cartoon character, his chin would've been on the concrete and he'd be drooling into the street.

She fucking did it... Spencer thought, stunned. Her gold ornamentation glittered in the sunlight. Smooth skin started from her manicured toes and climbed her long, toned legs, up to her metallic belt. The indents in her obliques showed her strong, flat abdomen. A bronze, bra underwire looped around her ribs. And two cupped plates covered her melon-sized breasts, extending out from the center bridge resembling two olive butterfly wings. The sides and round outer curves of her boobs were fully exposed and he could see the faintest white lines of stretch marks. It looked like her bra was ready to pop off but was saved by the bending bronze at the top of each cup that connected the fastening string around her neck. A thick, gold collar rested on her throat.

He finally blinked when he met her round, blue eyes, which were even deeper within the black mascara. She looked away as well.

The unsettled mother turned to the approaching group of people on the sidewalk. One of the women had colorful hair and a baseball bat. Her bottoms were nothing more than fishnet stockings and a pair of hotpants that might as well have been underwear. Breanna smiled and breathed easier knowing she wouldn't be alone in her skimpy attire.

Gauging her young son's reaction again, Breanna accepted reality. She accepted this was her outfit for the day, she accepted the warmth of the summer sun on her abundance of skin, and she accepted that her "date" was going to be fawning over her the entire time. "What did I say about not wearing tight pants?"

"Hmm?" Spencer snapped out of it and glanced at his lap. A rod was trapped diagonally under the fake leather. Quickly, he tugged his utility belt lower on his waist. "Oh... Yeah. You, uh... You look really good, mom."

"Thanks," she blushed. It was a sweet and sincere compliment, and it boosted her confidence. "Luckily, for me... And I guess, luckily for you now... I'm having a good boob day." Her son nodded in agreement. "Well, let's head in before we fry out here."

As he followed his mom, Spencer noticed the added effect of her heels, as they brought her to his five-ten height and accentuated the roundness of her booty. The ocean breeze sometimes caught her silky rear loincloth and tantalizingly exposed the outside of her right butt cheek. He saw the taut knots in her bikini strings on her back.

Dude...

*****9

When Spencer was at Comic-Con yesterday, he imagined the different scenarios and locations where his mom would draw mass attention. Now, he felt naive for thinking it would require a special moment.

The convention center stretched for blocks and was framed with colossal crests of curved glass and rows of white, triangular steelwork jutting into the sky. Approaching the front entrance was like walking among sail ships on a glass ocean. Instead of beholding the architecture, many people passing by were rubbernecking at the blonde cosplayer. Breanna sensed men and women alike checking her out from all angles.

"I think you're already becoming famous," Spencer shyly whispered.

"Don't pretend this wasn't what you wanted," she retorted. Her son giggled, but Breanna breathed shakily and rubbed her arm.

As they funneled into the open entrance doors, the noise and energy chilled them and seeped into their bones. It was like landing on another planet. They were swallowed by a dense sea of people, loud chatter surrounded them, colorful and bizarre costumed characters of all sizes, angles, and genres demanded their darting eyes. Flashy banners and advertisements for TV shows and movies hung over their heads.Spencer directed them to a long queue Breanna didn't know what it was for, but she blindly trusted her guide to this new world. She stayed close because she felt as if she strayed for a second, they would get separated and she'd be lost. Spencer played a game where he tried to identify every cosplayer's costume in his mind — anything to distract his burning desire to reach out and touch the stunning woman standing next to him.

Suddenly, they were at a table and Spencer hung his lanyard and badge from the day before around his neck. The staff member asked Breanna for her badge number and photo ID. "Uh..."

Spencer read the code from his phone, then watched his mom hand the employee her driver's license from her money clip. Where the hell is she keeping that, he wondered. Then he saw her slide it back under her crescent-shaped belt plate. Woah... he grinned. He didn't understand the mechanics, but he marveled at his mom's sexy ingenuity.

After scanning in and filtering through the final checkpoint, they were finally free to roam and explore. Breanna forewent the lanyard and clipped her badge onto her bronze belt, not wanting the rope and plastic to dig into her boobs and slap her stomach all day. They walked into the main hall, and her eyes went wide. As far as she could see, there were structures and flashes and hovering objects. There were so many people, she could barely see the gray carpet below her feet. But it all created an undeniable electric atmosphere, a sense of childhood wonder, and a feeling of comradery and acceptance.

The nineteen-year-old son was silent. He was still wrapping his mind around a simple fact... They were in. They were truly there. They were going to be here, like this, all day. It had always felt like something was going to stop them, some hangup or excuse. A buzzing emanated from his hips, and he looked at his mom in disbelief.

"So... What first?"

"Umm... We can just walk around first for a little bit?" His mom shrugged agreeably, so they began to weave and stroll down a side aisle. The sway of her hips, the slight jiggle in her boobs, and her simple, fascinated smile were everything Spencer had dreamed they would be. It was the smaller things, however, that made it feel real. The gloss on her parted lips. The batting of her painted eyelashes. The elegant curve under her cheekbones. The scrunch of her nose whenever she looked up toward the lights. The white tips of her shiny fingernails.

They surveyed the different comic book exhibitors and collectible shops. Every so often, a booth would merely consist of attractive women sitting behind a table and selling autographed posters and posing for paid photos with fans. Some women were famous for modeling revealing cosplay on Instagram, with their fit bodies and large chests being the focus.

"Oh... So that's why you come here. They're pretty hot, huh?"

Spencer snapped his neck ahead at the sound of his mom's mocking voice. "Uh, yeah..." the tips of his ears burned, "but I think you have 'em beat."

"Of course. Mine are real." When her son glanced back at the women, he giggled, and then Breanna joined him in a laugh.

----

Other guys, of all ages, seemed to feel the same Spencer did. His mom was like a magnet. All she had to do was pass through an area, and men were instinctively drawn to her presence. An amateur dressing provocatively for her own enjoyment was forevermore arousing than any model doing so for money.

Toward the back of the building, they reached an area where they finally had space to breathe. As the mom and son shared their first impressions, a trio of men approached Breanna and asked if they could take a photo with her. She shot her son a puzzled glance.

Spencer turned in and explained it was common for people to ask dedicated cosplayers for photos. It was considered an honor and a sign of a job well done. "It means they like your costume."

Breanna doubted the men liked her plastic costume. Her instinct was to say no and to blame her fear of the picture ending up on social media. But she had pledged to be the type of woman her son saw at Malcolm's, and she knew that none of her friends followed these random nerds online. "Yeah, I guess a picture is fine."

The three round men set their bags down and stood happily next to the enticing Leia. One handed Spencer his phone. "Sure, of course... I'll take it. Thanks for asking," Spencer mumbled under his breath. He stepped back and tapped the camera button twice before returning it. The men graciously thanked Breanna like they worshipped her, and they walked away.

Like moths to a flame, Spencer noticed more men gathering around his mom in hope of a photo op. Perhaps they thought she was another Instagram model walking the floor for publicity and that he was her photographer? Regardless, he found himself in that role now, as men and teenagers formed a line and began putting their arms around Breanna as they smiled.

Breanna puffed with her shoulders and offered Spencer a "sorry, but whatcha gonna do?" shake of the head. The single or grouped men were asking Breanna if she could wield a lightsaber, or point in a certain direction, or strike any number of poses. A man, in a Han Solo graphic tee, handed her a Star Wars Blaster and asked if they could pose back-to-back with the laser guns.

"Yeah, I guess that's fine," she said. It was easier to go with the flow. The man's shoulders and butt leaned into hers, and Breanna instinctively bent her front knee out to make the pose sexier. The side of her body was naked, including the side of her right boob and butt cheek.

The attention and ogling were palpable. The married mother could feel the energy from their eyes absorb into her moisturized skin. It reminded her of why she was there and who she was there to be. Her alluring pose with the blaster seemed to inspire the awaiting attendees, as they all seemed to want the same treatment.

Eventually, a man in a white Stormtrooper helmet asked Breanna if they could pose in a way where it looked like he had captured her. Whether it was a scene from Star Wars or not, she didn't know. "Uh... I guess so. How would we do that?" She had an inkling of an idea.

His face was hidden, but his voice was wavering. "I don't know... Maybe, uh... Maybe me holding you back in some way? And you looking like you're struggling to get away? Maybe?"

Breanna glimpsed at Spencer. She could tell by his dilated pupils and wild lips that this was more along the lines of what he expected for her "spirit" today. "I like that idea," she answered the Stormtrooper. "Maybe do a hostage-type thing where you're pulling me back and I'm trying to break free?"

The helmet shook profusely, and he stood behind her. She took his wrist and placed it on her lower stomach. He was holding her loosely and from a distance. "You're gonna need to wrap your arms around me because this feels like a really weird family photo." His other hand found her abdomen, resting cautiously against it. Breanna chuckled again. "This was your idea. If you don't want me to break free, you'd have to hold me tighter than that..."

The nervous Stormtrooper fidgeted with his fingers, and Breanna decided to show mercy. She bent her knees and rocked back, only to slap her mouth to hold her bulging cheeks. She laughed with her eyes, feeling the surprise bulge against her butt. The man's resistance made sense.

His arms, and every other part of him, were frozen stiff. A thin, silk veil couldn't disguise a boner.

An onlooking Spencer knew what happened. It was written on his mom's bubbled cheeks. She didn't step away, though. Rather, she tapped the man's hands and waited for him to grab her tightly around the waist. Then she bent forward and reached out in despair, causing her butt to shift against his lap.

Even though he knew his mom had a similar or more intense experience every time she wore this costume, and even though he understood she was with him today for this exact reason, Spencer struggled to accept reality. He raised the phone in front of his face and snapped the photo, which he now realized had a giant sign for a weird anime in the background.

Spencer lowered the phone, and he saw the Stormtrooper nudge his hip as his mom straightened her back. It was obvious he was brushing his bulge against her veiled butt one last time. When his mom wiggled her butt, pushed the man's arms away, and mouthed, "That'll be a keeper," Spencer wanted to melt.

The guy quickly took his phone back from Spencer and walked away with his hand conveniently dangling over his crotch.

Breanna curly waved apologetically to the few awaiting men and waved for Spencer to follow her. "We can't stay there all day. Let's see what else there is."

"Yeah. Sounds good." He loved the path she had started down, but there was only so much torture he could withstand. Judging by the breathlessness in his mom's earthy voice, maybe she needed a break too? Besides, spending quality time together today was just as important to Spencer as anything else.

----

The morning in the convention center unfolded into a genuine and pleasant mother-son retreat. Neither could remember the last time they had gone somewhere and spent hours together, just the two of them. The boundless convention and the array of exhibits ensured they always had something to talk about.

They went to the sneak preview of an upcoming streaming show. They went to the technology hub, where Spencer geeked out and wowed his mom with visions for the future of blockchain. Or, at the very least, she was impressed by his knowledge.

This was the first quality time Breanna had spent with her son since he came home from school. She was disappointed in herself because they used to go on actual kayaking trips together and watch movies together all the time. Her thinking had been, since Spence was a real adult now, he'd want his freedom and space from his parents. But maybe she had been denying them both the chance to become more like friends and less like authority figure and her child?

In his dreams, Spencer had envisioned the big moments of this trip. He hadn't considered how special all of the other hours and minutes would feel. He was weightless on his feet, floating around the convention. His mom's blunt humor, emotional honesty, and her nonchalance whenever he ducked into a booth and disappeared... It was different. He was now and adult to her, and she seemed happier.

Of course, the context of their visit was an important factor in both the mother and son's feelings. Breanna granted nearly all photo-op requests, and they were always sexy. It was difficult not to view her son as an adult when he was the one excitedly taking the photos.

The great irony of the day, of course, was that despite the dozens of horny men she flirted with and touched in some way, none of them bothered to ask her about her plans for the evening. They came up, smiled ecstatically, her son snapped the pic, and then they'd thank her and run off. Not that Breanna had planned on finding her partner in the convention center, but her wedding rings were in the car for a reason. She was open to being convinced.

Spencer was also receiving his fair share of admiration. He was naked from his midriff up, and the deepening lines in his abs and chest caught a few feminine eyes. "I'm almost as popular as you are," he said to his mom after a young woman waved at him. "Haha! Yeah, you should've rented a booth here and made some money," his mom teased.

----

Due to their early start, their stomachs were growling by noon. The food pavilions outside offered a nice change of pace. Columns of white yachts filled the tranquil, blue marina. While the sun blazed overhead in the cloudless sky, cool air swirled from off of the salty water.

They found a food truck they both fancied, and they joined in the long line. Spencer stood behind his mom, watching her rear veil dance. It wasn't as narrow as the front loincloth, which was probably six inches wide, but Spencer was optimistic. All day long he had been treated to views of the sides of her butt. Now, the wind was showing him the bottom curve of her right cheek.

C'mon... Just a little more. Oh, c'mon... Spencer humorously willed, as if he had telekinesis. A stronger gust arrived and both red veils whipped to the left and flapped wildly. He gaped at his mom's bare, round ass. Aside from her bronze belt plate and an olive G-string, he saw everything.

Breanna slammed her hands down over her loincloth, holding it back in place. She reached around back and pulled the fabric mostly back into position. Her son looked like he had just seen a mind-blowing magic trick. Breanna could see the warping of his utility belt, and she wondered if it had just happened or had been there for a while.

Spencer snapped out of it, and the mom and son made awkward eye contact. She was rosy with embarrassment, and so was Spencer. "Umm..." he smirked.

"This really is your lucky day. Even Mother Nature is on your side."

"Haha! Yeah... This day's awesome," he beamed and swallowed. "You... You have a nice butt."

"Ahh..." The mother sucked and nodded at the weird and funny compliment from her son. "Thanks... I guess I'll try to remember that for when you're watching me later."

By the time Spencer internalized the comment, his mom was already looking ahead again.

Lunch tasted better in his mom's company. They had found a place to eat on the dry lawn. Watching his mom eat her burrito, sitting cross-legged before him, Spencer imagined what it would be like to be married to her. She was beautiful, and her content smile was contagious.

Even if she cheated on me every couple of weeks, it would be worth it. I'd be cool with it, Spencer thought. Then he realized, based on the new kinks he was discovering, his mom being slutty with other men may be another reason to marry her.

"Mom, have you seen a guy you might want to meet tonight yet?"

Breanna chewed her mouthful of burrito and laughed at her son's conspiratorial whispers. "Of course, I have! There are tons of attractive men here. But I haven't picked one or made plans. I'm not worried about it now. If a great option arises, then great. If not, that's fine with me. Part of the fun is being spontaneous with it."

Pinching his lip, Spencer said, "Well, you already had fun with that Stormtrooper."

"Hehe! Yeah..." His mom snickered proudly and guiltily. "That's what I'm saying. The best fun is spontaneous. Case in point, my custom blowing away was probably the best memory you have so far. You didn't plan for it, it just happened. What you saw at Malcolm's was me giving men the chance to do something spontaneous with me, and they took it." She paused before her next bite. "From there, guys are easy to play with."

The joke wasn't as funny to Spencer, and a nagging thought resurfaced. "Did you turn me on on purpose when we were making the deal? Were you trying to make me agree to a deal where I'd just get to watch you once?"

His mom's face sobered and relaxed. "Would it matter if I did?"

"Yeah! Because you were about to agree to let me watch you forever. Now, you talked me down to one day."

"Yes, I talked you down to one day," Breanna agreed. "But this is so much better for you."

"How?!"

"You're forgetting why you like watching me. Honey, you want me to get you off. That's what it is. You're attracted to me, and you want to get off to me. Even if I did seduce you into going far away and make it so you can only watch me once, am I not giving you what you wanted? Are we not on a date together? Am I not dressed in this slutty costume? Are we not matching together? Am I not doing things to turn you on? Are you not happy being here with me? I'm happy to be here with you. Tell me this isn't better than watching me through a window."

"It... Maybe. No." The young son tugged at his hair. She was making sense, but he was skeptical of her intentions.

"Spence, think about it... When would you have ever seen me like this at Malcolm's? Your face is two feet from my boobs. You saw my butt. I'm basically naked for you, and you get to stare all you want without saying sorry. I've made you hard all day... on purpose. And we're not even close to tonight yet. You're going to be right there while I find a sexy guy with a big cock, take him somewhere private, and suck him off till he cums in my mouth. And, the entire time, you're going to be imagining I'm doing it to you."

With a throbbing, red face, Spencer dropped his burrito into his bag and sat up. He willed himself to lower his heart rate. "You're doing it again," he accused.

"What?"

"You know what! You've been doing it all day, turning me on so I don't realize how unfair the deal is. I know you probably talk to dad like this so he doesn't care what you wear to Malcolm's parties. You probably tell him it's 'good for him' for you to dress like this. But what's the point of even going back inside, now? Every time you turn me on, I'm going to know why. I'll know what you're really doing."

Breanna sighed heavily and straightened her woven blonde braid. "Look at this from my perspective. Please. I had to find a way to get you to agree to a deal that was actually safe and that I, your mom, could follow through on. I couldn't offer you what you wanted. I just couldn't. So, of course, I tried to help you be happy with the deal we made. Spence... please. Look at what I'm wearing. In public! Think about how crazy this is for me to do and what I'm risking. I wanted you to be happy with what I could offer. And I've tried my best to make you happy today."

Spencer hung his head, feeling his head and heart tear with different emotions. He was confused, hurt, skeptical, ashamed, grateful, and guilty.

"Hey. So, what did I do that distracted you the most?"

He looked up at his cheerful mom. "Um... I don't know," he sighed. "The butt thing was good, but you didn't do that yourself. Um... I guess you distracted me a lot when you were posing with those guys."

"Yeah? You really like seeing me do stuff with other guys, doncha?" Breanna giggled and scratched her honey-blonde hairline. "That's alright. So, what's so hot about it for you, exactly? Is it just seeing how badly other guys want me? Is it a 'mom' thing, like thinking your mom's a slut? Or a slutty MILF thing? Is it because you like to imagine it's you?"

Spencer searched for the theme between the cocktail party and today. Darting his eyes to his left and right, he made sure the other picnickers couldn't overhear him. "I think all of those reasons are hot. But, today, I liked how you moved your butt against the Stormtrooper dude after he panicked. And, at Malcolm's, I liked how you kept pushing the Panther dude's hands down before you put them on your boobs. I guess... I guess the hottest part is when you make guys realize you shouldn't be doing it but then you do it anyway."

"Huh..." the mother nodded and swished her lips. Impressively, he had identified a favorite tactic of hers. "So, it's when I play up how wrong and inappropriate something is before I give him something he never expected? And it's hot for you to watch because after I say no, I look even hornier and sluttier when I say yes?"

"Yeah, exactly! That's a perfect way of putting it."

A long, seaweed-scented breeze whistled by their ears, and the mother and son sat back into silence. Breanna watched her disillusioned son's eyes fall back to the dry grass.

"I know you're frustrated with me and feel like I tricked you. I know how jarring it must've been for you to catch me doing what I did. I understand it's really hard for you to let go of what you saw. I'm more responsible for this than you are. I lied first, and I'm the reason you're going through this. That's why I made this deal. That's why I'm trying hard to give you your dream day. As bad as you think this deal might be... Honestly, with where I had you, I could've talked you down to a lot less. But I didn't. I could tell you needed the chance to process what happened before saying goodbye to the video. So, here I am, in the same outfit, trying to be the same person, letting you experience it. I think it's important you work through this. But if you truly believe you got a bum deal, we can head home now and go back to our stalemate."

That was the first thing his mom had said since they sat down for lunch that made sense. All of her decisions and her idea of coming here made sense. Unfortunately, Spencer had been deceived before. "Do you mean that, or are you just 'playing' with me again?"

"I mean every word." Her round, blue eyes were still and ironclad.

"Okay," Spencer said. A prickling sensation crawled up his skin and he puffed his chest. His mom held her meaningful stare, and Spencer saw today's trip in a whole new light. A more profound light. She had put thought, planning, love, and purpose into this day. She could have offered him many different deals to suit her own goals, but she insisted on the one she had designed to give him the peace he needed. His cock swelled and flexed in his sweltering pants. "Mom, I wanna stay. I liked how things were going."

"Good," she warmly curved her lips.

"Do know what you- AHH! Ahh! Ahh!" Spencer jolted and quivered. He stared at the gold shoe pressing into his erection. He frantically looked around and then back at his pleased mom.

"We're going to go back inside. We're going to walk around. We're going to visit the exhibits you wanted. We're both going to enjoy being with each other. You're going to check me out. I'm going to let you. When other men ask me for photos, I'm going to be sexy for them. And whenever you think I'm purposefully saying or doing something to make sure you're turned on and enjoying your time, you're going to be right. And you're going to remember I chose to come here with you, just like I chose to wear this for you, and just like I chose to put my heel on your cock."

Spencer had no words. No thoughts. His brain was in a hot mist and his eyes drifted. "Ugh!" His head lurched forward, as his mom tugged on his lanyard, holding him at attention. "Ohh! Ah! Ah!"

"Did you feel that?" Breanna felt his dry, gasping breath on her face. She knew full well her son felt her plastic sole flick against his cock, but she waited for his stunned nod. "Good. Because if watching me tonight doesn't feel better than that,... you can keep the damn video. You think I'm a hot, slutty tease because of what you saw me at that party. But all you saw was me under a time crunch. With what I do to some stranger tonight, you won't need a video. It'll be burned into your memory."

The teenager winced as his mom rolled her ankle again before pulling it away. His arms shook at his sides, and he forced saliva into his mouth.

"So, what's next?" Breanna smiled and hopped to her feet.

"Umm..."

*****10

The next six hours went exactly how Breanna told Spencer they would go. Together, they explored every nook and oddity of the San Diego Convention Center. They gamed in the arcade, tried an interactive walk-through of a superhero experience, and played mini-golf outside. Spencer couldn't take his eyes off his gorgeous and unique mom, and she thought nothing of it. Both had smiles etched into their faces, with Breanna's more serendipitous and Spencer's more radiant.

After taking yet another provocative photo of his mom with an attendee, Spencer suggested they leave and find an after-party. Breanna noticed the thinning crowd, but it was still hours from close. "Can't wait any longer?" she mocked, bumping his shoulder with hers. "That's alright. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to having fun."

"Really?!"

"I mean..." the mother laughed and shrugged, "I've been working myself up all day, too. We can head out now if you want. It's your day."

"Hell, yes! I did some research and I know where the best after-parties are."

"Yeah? I did some research, too. We don't want the best one, we want the right one. I can find horny guys anywhere, haha! But, if my intel is good, I know the right one."

Spencer cocked his head. "Intel? What intel do you have? What makes it the right one?"

"Well, according to Google, it's an eighteen-and-over club, and it's huge and popular. More importantly, it has a coat check room, some VIP rooms, and even some space out back," she snickered proudly. "Obviously, I don't know anything about the nightclubs here like I know Malcolm's house, but this place seems like the best bet."

As they walked through the giant glass doors and into the red sky and bustling plaza, Spencer was humbled and he felt surrounded in love. His mom had out-researched and out-strategized him. Him, Spencer Gatlin! And she had put more effort into this "date" than any college girlfriend had ever put into one of their real dates. If it involves sex, she's a lot smarter than you, Spencer thought.

"It's about a fifteen-minute walk," Breanna read from her phone, not even humoring herself by checking the wait for an Uber.

The mom and son ventured north into the Gaslamp Quarter of the city. Pop-culture fanatics overtook the brick sidewalks beneath the modern high-rises and swarmed the loud bars and nightclubs. Already, the smell of alcohol and fried foods wafted through the streets.

"Here, this is it," Breanna pointed.

Spencer followed her finger to a Victorian-style row building with a black awning. A blue glow and electronic music pulsed through the open door. As expected, the line wrapped around the corner. "This isn't too bad of a wait... Maybe forty-five minutes?"

"Oh god..." his mom frowned at him adorably, "you've never been a hot woman before."

"Uh... No." Suddenly, his mom was walking past the line and Spencer followed her. The two bouncers posted at the door reacted the way Spencer had been watching men react to his mom all day. She let go of his hand and smiled brightly.

"Hey, guys. Sorry to bother you, but do you know how long the wait is? I'm just trying to figure out where to go tonight, haha!"

The heftier bouncer, the one seated at the door to check IDs, said, "Miss... You can head the hell right in."

"Wow, thank you so much! You're amazing." Her voice chimed with well-practiced sweetness. "Do you mind if my friend comes, too?"

The bouncer puckered his dark lips and eyed up the older blonde's young, shirtless friend. "You can head in, but he's gotta wait. We got many dudes in here right now."

"Doesn't seem like a bad thing to me," Breanna shrugged, stroking her braid over her shoulder.

The hooting bouncer unhooked a velvet rope. "HAHA! Please, go in. But your friend's gotta wait."

Breanna huffed and bit her lip in distress. "Shoot! I wanted to come here so bad, and I can't go anywhere without him." She swayed with angst. "What if I tip you?"

"Miss, I really wanna help you, but I can't roll like that when we're this busy."

Standing in line for an hour thinking about her task once she got inside... It was an unbearable idea. "I tip well..." she coyly pursed her lips.

The bouncer huffed and adjusted his legs. "Normally, I'd ask for a hundred. For you? Fifty."

Breanna slid her money clip out from under her bronze belt plate and counted her remaining cash. There were three hundreds, six twenties, and three tens. She scanned the scene and saw her son watching her from the side, and the other bouncer had his back to her while he lorded over the line.

"This..." she watched the bouncer's eyes light up at the sight of the green, hundred-dollar bill. "This is for letting my friend in." He lurched and gaped as she slipped the deposit into his pants, wrapping it around his soft penis. "This one..." she flashed another hundred and whispered, "This one is so that later tonight when I need some privacy with a couple of guys, you have a backroom ready for us." She made another intimate deposit. "And these..." She fanned five of her twenties, "These are so you can pay off whoever you need to to make sure it happens."

"Oh, fuck." The bouncer breathed heavily while the busty MILF swirled her thumb on his erect cock through his pocket lining. "Miss, I'mma do everything I can to get you a room somewhere."

"You're the best!" Breanna gushed. "Please make it happen. Because if I have the type of night I want to have, I'll probably be in the mood to tip you this last hundred."

"Fuck. You head right in. Both of you. Don't worry, I got you." He waved both of them through the velvet rope.

Spencer spun around and looked at the oblivious line, the other bouncer, and the random people passing by on the sidewalk. How the fuck does nobody ever see her?! They stare at her all day long. Then, when she does this stuff... The son shook his baffled head and followed his mom inside. Either she had a superpower or she was brilliantly careful.

----

"Is THIS what clubs are like now?"

"Are we not going to talk about that?" Spencer ignored her question. "What was that?" He spoke louder and deeper over the rattling, electronic music.

"What was what?"

"You know what! How do you know how to do that? How did you even think of that?"

His mom flashed her eyebrows and elbowed him. "I told you you'd have fun." She ventured into the dark, packed nightclub, and Spencer hurried to follow her rear veil like a puppy afraid of getting lost.

The nightclub was large and square, with a ceiling three stories above them. Blue spotlights waved down the walls and across the jumping dance floor. A video board on the back wall showed the hidden DJ working his mixer and hyping the partygoers, all of whom were certainly fresh from the convention.

In a reversal of roles, Spencer was suddenly stopped by an attractive college-aged girl dressed as a pixie... Or something to that effect. "Do you wanna go get a drink?" She bashfully smiled. "Sorry," Spencer winced, "I'm here with her."

The fairy-winged girl turned to Breanna, who maybe could have passed as being thirty, and her tongue was tied. "Oh... Well, uh... Good for you." She bit a smile and disappeared into the crowd.

"She was cute!" Breanna swooned and frowned. "You could've talked to her. Maybe she lives near us."

"No, it's fine."

"You know, I bet you'd be quite popular at school parties, too, if you walked around with your shirt off."

Spencer opened his mouth then closed it. That was such a "mom thing" to say, but at the same time, not at all. "I get attention with my clothes on," he defended. "I bet you'd be popular with your shirt off, too."

"Hahaha!" His mom clapped and brushed her hair back. "Well, I'm shirtless now and I haven't been picked up yet."

"True..." He surveyed the room of lively silhouettes. Everyone seemed to be huddled in groups. "We need to find a group of guys for you to dance in front of."

"Uh, no." Breanna wagged her finger. "I never chase men. They'll come to me." She pulled Spencer's shoulder and spoke loudly into his ear, "But before any of that happens, we need to make sure there's a room ready. Can you go find out if it is?"

Dutifully, the son nodded and shuffled his way to the front door. The bouncer immediately knew why he was there and said, "My boy told me he unlocked the office where we keep all the computers and routers and shit. It's the door past the bathrooms. It's on the side, not the one at the end of the hallway. Got it?"

Rather than stressing to the bouncer how horrible of an idea it is to leave the server room unlocked, he bit his tongue and did his screaming on the inside. "Yeah, thank you."

"And bro... Your girl there... She's fuckin' wild."

"Yeah, she's pretty cool!" Spencer beamed. He found it funny how the guy imitated her big tits with his cupped hands.

As he returned to the bar area, Spencer spotted his mom. And a man chatting with her. His pulse quickened, and he didn't know whether to approach her or not. But the instant she recognized his face, his mom shouted, "Oh, there you are, babe!"

Huh? His mom strode up and hugged him, kissing his cheek. Her lips burned his face, and her bare arms touching his flesh was heavenly. Time stood still. "Major creep!" she whispered into his ear. Spencer snapped out of it and saw the man's dodgy, sunken eyes.

"It was nice talking to you, but we have to leave now."

The mother and son whisked away hand-in-hand and didn't stop until they had broken through the crowd to a quieter area along the other sidewall. Breanna thanked Spencer for playing along and asked him what news he heard from the bouncer.

"He followed through! The server room is unlocked. It's the door on the side, past the bathrooms."

"Oh, great! Wow! Did you ask him if there's a place in there for you to hide?"

"No..." Spencer paused. "I guess I didn't want to ask him that. He said it's an office, though. So, maybe there's a desk?"

"Hopefully," Breanna grimaced and teetered her chin. "Well, if there's not, you're giving me a challenge. If I do my job well enough, he'd be so focused on me that you could stand right there and jerk off without him even noticing."

Spencer's mind raced. Was her joke a real invitation to jerk off in front of her? "Mom, when we're- Ah, ah!" His eyes flashed open and his butt clenched. A shiver shot from his loins through his shoulders and curled toes.

"I don't know about you, but I'm tired of talking about it. I wanna be a fucking slut tonight. And I want you to watch me."

Her voice flowed into his ear as her moist lips touched his lobes. Her armored bra held firmly against his chest. And her bare hip rested against his invigorated cock, which involuntarily flexed.

"Hehe! They always like to do that, don't they?" She let go and let the music take control of her body.

Spencer was left with a reddened, blank stare. He felt almost helpless against his mom's psychological games. She had always been the most predictable person in his life. But now... Who was she? Why was she this way? How was she this way?

While Breanna's dancing and swaying was pedestrian, she was already drawing interest from two different groups of chatting men. But despite their brazen staring, nobody made a move.

"They're too nervous," Spencer chuckled, now swaying himself.

His mom shook her head. "Men don't walk up to women unless they think she's available."

When the hint registered, Spencer scooted away and camouflaged himself with the larger crowd. His mom continued to dance, not even glancing in his direction. Like magic, three men happened to wander closer to her. They appeared to be buddies in their late thirties and one was wearing a common convention shirt.

Hilariously, none of them danced with the bikini-clad Leia. They merely danced around her, watching her bare legs step and bend around her hanging veils and admiring the way her sideboob moved as she rolled her lean shoulders. Whenever she caught eyes with one of the men, she smiled cordially.

Her increasingly sexy dancing was like a siren song, as another party of younger men formed a semi-circle around her. The incensed first group circled her as well, and Spencer couldn't believe how quickly seven men had put themselves forward as options. In a way, he felt guilty and sad. Was this always what it was like to be an attractive woman? How often did he surround and ogle a woman at parties simply because she was enjoying the music?

There was no need for guilt here, though. His mom craved and fed off of the lustful attention, using it to inspire wider and more flagrant gyrations of her maroon-veiled butt. Her abdomen tightened and she carved her hips like a chopping knife. Spencer figured it was safe to join the circle as if he were another random and interested guy.

This was a new experience for Breanna. She was used to one or two men approaching her directly and vying for her attention. She wasn't used to being trapped in the circle, with horny men gawking at her everywhere she turned her head. It was more like an erotic performance than a mating ritual. Though, it had been the entire day she had been living in a different universe. She was in costume and being treated differently than she ever had before, she was interacting with people in a way she never had before, she felt a different way being around her son than she ever had before, and every part of her day felt more bizarre than the last. It was a new culture and she felt like was somebody else on a different planet. She could be whoever she wanted to be for the day.

Breanna grooved and bent her knees until her sweeping butt almost touched the floor. She then worked her way back up, laughing boisterously. The men were unblinking but none made a move. Perhaps, with her stunning appearance and self-aware sensuality, the men found it more likely she was dancing solely for her own entertainment. Who wants to be denied by a pretty woman in front of other guys?

As a remix of a popular Avicii song thumped through the tower speakers, Spencer saw his mom's finger curl into the side of her leg. And then it did it again. His mom was jovially looking elsewhere, and she hadn't recognized his presence in the circle yet, but Spencer felt like she was summoning him.

The young son was too aroused to trust his instincts. He continued to hum and tap his feet to the rave music. As his mom spun on her heels and pumped her arms into the air, she faced him with a moment and briefly urged him with her bulging eyes. Just like that, her attention was back on other men, but her white-tipped index finger curled whenever her right hand cheered.

Dude, she's calling you in. No, maybe not. What if she wants your attention for something? Like she needs a drink? Spencer's heart was fluttering out of his chest as he cautiously broke the circle. Every man immediately glared at him and exuded the same mix of jealousy, frustration, intrigue, and, above all, a cynical hope to see the shirtless college kid get hilariously rejected.

When his mom saw him standing halfway into the circle, she pretended not to notice. Her index finger scratched the side of her thigh again, so Spencer held his breath and took the final large step into her vicinity.

The blonde MILF lurched back and acted surprised by the athletic, teenager's audacity. She looked to the circle of men with a gaping and amused face. The teenager was holding his ground, so she finally laughed and shrugged with her palms.

"Ahhh-ah." Spencer breathlessly moaned. His mom's firm ass smothered and grinded into his hard cock. He could have died with every sweeping pass. This was more than the cathartic experience Spencer had been offered. This was divine. He could see the layer of sweat on the back of her neck glisten in the blue strobe light, smell the sweet shampoo in her honey blonde hair, and feel the solid warmth of her round butt pushing into his cock. He gasped each time he felt the bump of her crack catch his erection.

Examining the circle, the dumbfounded arousal was on each man's open face. They couldn't seem to believe the outcome. They were envious of his bewildered smile.

His arms still dangled awkwardly, so Spencer placed his hands gently on the sides of his mom's hips over her bronze belt. A chill shot through his core when her hands touched his, but it was only to slide his hands around her body and onto her abdomen. He curled his fingers into her taut, tan skin and was rewarded with stronger grinding.

"Fuck..." Spencer involuntarily muttered. His mom whipped her head around and flashed him a wicked grin.

The dancer had made her choice. Still, the men remained bystanders, in part because she continued to share her suggestive smile while she erotically moved. It was hard to break away from her skimpy costume and alluding blue eyes.

Spencer was amazed again, as he felt his mom push his hands higher on her torso until they were just under her breasts. As impossible as it seemed, she had left his palms too tantalizingly close to mean anything else. Perspiration dripped down his brown sideburns, and he followed the only successful template he knew. Like the Panther from the cocktail party, Spencer tested the waters with a tap of his thumbs. He felt the plastic and fabric mold of her armored cups.His mom stopped bending her knees, but it was only so she could bend over more and smear her ass into his cock and balls with excruciating friction and pleasure. He couldn't resist anymore. He grasped and squeezed her large breasts in his hands. Even over the rigid plastic, his fingers found the soft, olive bikini top and the soft, heavenly flesh underneath. Unlike some of the watching men, Spencer couldn't see her alarmed expression.

Quickly, the sultry Leia threw the eager hands from her boobs and stepped away from the shirtless Kylo Ren. After a moment to collect herself, she teasingly scolded him with a wag of her finger. "Nice try." She giggled and shook her head before pushing his chest and sending him back to the perimeter of the circle.

To the relief of the seven others, the hot blonde remained in the middle and continued to dance, now even more seductively than before. While the college kid had flown too close to the sun, his boldness only seemed to encourage the dancer.

Spencer was confused and jittery. That was until his mom curved her lips and arched her eyebrows at him. He understood. It was part of the game. With damp and steaming boxers inside his black, pleather pants, the excited son waited for what his mom would do next.

----

Predictably, Spencer became the topic of conversation among the two groups of men. The buddies mouthed questions and shuffled next to each other, glancing at him while they spoke.

"Hey, man. Are you, like... together with her?"

The stench of the alcoholic breath made Spencer's nose twitch. He looked at the wiry, long-haired man, who seemed to have lost his judgment of personal space. He saw the spill stains on his blue Doctor Who tee. "What do you mean by that?"

"Like... Are you guys, like, a couple? Or are you just tryna pick her up?"

"Um..." He couldn't send this guy his mom's way. At the same time, he wanted his friends to know she was available.

"I don't wanna be a dick and, like, step on your turf, man."

"Thanks, we're just friends, though. She's definitely available. She's just... Fair warning, she's super picky. She likes guys to be on-point and at their best. I've known her forever and she just pushed me away. So..."

The inebriated man didn't quite understand the subtext. He stroked his stubble and entered the middle of the circle, where the beautiful Leia welcomed him with a flirty "Hello."

The man danced energetically but never touched her. They faced each other for a song, but the space princess never turned around and planted her butt against him as she did for the young Star Wars character.

Is she not interested? Or does wanna see if he's brave enough to touch her? She made the Black Panther touch her, and he was more attractive than this dude. What's she going to do when he touches her?

All of those questions were rendered moot because the Doctor Who fan surrendered and moped back to his friends in defeat. His two buddies chided him and the other four men across the circle couldn't resist snickering.

"Your dick was alllmost big enough. Your balls... not even close."

"OHHH!" Hoots and hollers rang out through the circle. The men were floored by the sexy dancer breaking her silence to issue the burning one-liner. Spencer grinned widely at his mom's sportive humor, which was difficult to resonate with her normal "mom jokes" he had come to love, like her puns and funny observations about the world.

As if they shared a brain, all of the other men, including Spencer, gandered at the wiry man's cargo shorts. The woman had given them a hint.

"How big are you looking for?" a random voice called out, making the others chuckle.

Breanna turned in the direction of the question. "If ya have to ask... it's not big enough." She earned another round of laughter, as she returned her focus to controlling her intoxicating movements like a venomous viper under the blue lights.

It was quiet on all fronts until a man from the other group stepped forward. Spencer judged him to be twenty-eight and a bit over six feet. His ruffled, sun-bleached hair and active frame created a surfer vibe. Spencer recognized his red shirt and yellow lightning symbol for The Flash.

The tan man approached the dancer. When she slowed down and tilted her ear up to hear him, he placed his hand on her forearm. "Would you wanna dance with me?"

Spencer read the man's lips then saw his mom's fingertips find the side of his body. She was interested, and the son's heart pounded. He couldn't hear his mom's reply, but he could see the defiance in her swaggering head.

The man shrugged and voiced over the booming speakers, "Because I'm a good dancer. And I'm pretty sure I'm big enough for you."

For a while, they went back and forth. Breanna challenged and the attractive suitor responded. Eventually, she stepped away and folded her arms under her boobs. She stared at the glittering epoxy floor, deep in thought. With a reluctant sigh, she shuffled her toes around and began dancing sultrily to the music again. "Fine," she shouted behind her.

The smiling man stepped forward, and then Spencer saw his mom's pelvis buckle forward. Her teeth sunk into her wicked bottom lip. Immediately, she worked her way down his legs before grinding her ass back up into his cock. The man threw his head to the ceiling and gasped. Spencer knew that gasp. He knew exactly what the man was feeling.

It wasn't long before her blonde hair was brushing against the side of his square chin and her shoulders were rolling against his chest to the rhythm of the buzzing bass. When his interlocking hands found her bronze belt plate, Breanna pushed them up onto her flat tummy.

"Oh. My. GOD!!!" he mouthed, in the direction of his onlooking friends.

Spencer wiped his moist forehead and tried to mat his hair down, but it was pointless. The club was too humid, even with its high ceiling. He couldn't take his eyes off of his mom. She was mere feet from him, standing toward his direction with her maroon loincloth hanging between her bent legs, her big tits pressed in ever so slightly and bulging roundly out the sides of her armored cups, and her belly button hidden by the redder, masculine hands.

He then watched her graceful neck elongate and her pointed chin tilt back. Spencer could only hear muffled blurbs of her commanding voice, but the more her lips moved, the more zealously the man bucked his hips. Her slender waist bounced and rebounded after every aggressive pass. She then arched her back, further stretching her torso and subjecting it to more turbulence.

If only Spencer could hear the salacious words leaving her glossed lips.

This wasn't the sneaky, rushed seduction his mom had engaged in at Mr. Commons' house. This felt different. Despite her moves not being as lewd, the erotic display invited attention and stimulated the imagination.

Suddenly, Spencer saw his mom stop. She briefly stared right into his eyes and offered the subtlest of winks. After twirling around and into her dance partner, Spencer watched her speak into the man's ear. His eyes bugged out of his head and he nodded profusely. They spoke into each other's ears for a minute before sharing a flirty kiss.

"Where are we going?" the man asked, as Breanna stepped away.

"Does it matter?" Grabbing his sweaty hand, Breanna dragged her surfer-dude partner out of the circle and announced, "Sorry, guys! Show's over."

Spencer saw her index finger curl on the back of her thigh as she walked away. He slid his hand out of his damp pants and followed.

*****11

"Yo! There's a line!" "Hey! What the fuck?"

"They're not cutting! They're not cutting." A bribed restroom attendant calmed the drunken crowd while Breanna and her new friend made their way to the server room. The oaken door was unlocked, and The Flash was baffled by how easily his mysterious dance partner had gotten him into an off-limits section of the club.

Granted, the backroom was far from romantic. The small, dark space was lit by the purple glow of a desktop screensaver. Dusty boxes were piled high against the walls, cables and wires littered a metal desk, and the thin carpeting was stained around a blinking server tower.

Knowing her son was close behind, Breanna decided on a hiding spot for him before guiding the stranger to the far corner. "Get against this wall and close your eyes. No peeking."

"Okay!" he clapped.

In the doorway, Breanna sensed her lurking son. She gestured silently for him to enter, and quickly crept behind the server tower, leaning out from behind the glass case to make sure he could get a great side view of the action. Breanna smiled, as it was the same hiding place imagined.

"When can I open my eyes?" chirped an anxious voice. The surfer-dude Flash was ready to start.

"In a minute..." Breanna answered. "Good things happen to those who wait." Needing an excuse for making the horny man wait, she cheekily hooked her thumbs under the bronze chain of her belt and sent her veils fluttering to the floor, remaining only in her olive G-string.

Instinctively, Breanna glanced to the opposite corner, leading to an odd but loving mother-son moment. Spencer's excited smile and blushing cheeks made her face do the same. Cast in purple, he gave her a thumbs-up, which excited her more.

"Take it out," she mouthed.

"What?" Spencer mimed back.

"Take. It. Out."

Her son's pupils burst open, and Breanna had to bite her lips to avoid erupting in laughter. She watched as he fought with his tight pants, eventually wriggling them to his ankles. Then as he reached for his boxers, he looked back at her, making sure she wasn't going to stop him. With a flick of her shoulder, Breanna shrugged.

In one swift motion, seven to eight inches of taut flesh snapped to attention. A large, mushroom head sat atop a thick, solid shaft, and two balls hung in the trimmed nutsack below. Naturally, her son was locked onto her face, desperately waiting for a reaction, hoping she would provide him what all men needed for their penises. Approval. Breanna had to admit, she had produced and raised a healthy boy. "Very handsome," she smiled.

Spencer twitched and shyly rubbed his arm. Hundreds of times Breanna had likely given him that same compliment, but she knew this time was different for him. As he squeezed his cock in his fist and began to jerk it, Breanna grimaced and humorously calmed him with her hands. "Quiet! Not hard. Don't cum in here!"

Stepping back before the surfer, Breanna shared a sly eyebrow and announced to the room, "Alright... Open your eyes..."

"Woah!" The surfer was windblown, gawking at the gorgeous, blonde MILF in her string bikini and heels. "Holy shit, you got a killer body!"

"Thank you. How about you take your shirt off so I can see yours?"

Living up to the emblem on his red shirt, he was topless in the blink of an eye. The man was in his early thirties, decently fit, and smelled pleasant. He was well within the limits of what Breanna considered to be attractive, so she got to work, pushing her plated chest into his ribs and kissing him, building chemistry while her deft fingers opened the fly of his shorts.

"How often do you do this?" he breathed.

Breanna giggled as she sent his shorts to the carpet. "I'd say... Rarely enough where it's a special treat, but often enough where I'm way too good at it."

"Damn! Hah!" He wiped his hair. "You're awesome. I can't believe you're not taken."

"Not taken, huh?" Breanna sent his boxer briefs to his ankles. "I guess I was smart not wearing my ring." With a flirty kiss, she began a graceful and seamless descent to her knees.

"You're seriously married?"

"Wow... It looks bigger now that it's in front of my face," Breanna winked, chuckling with her lively eyes. "Nine inches?"

"Uh, yeah... nine-and-a-half," the surfer coolly stated. "Can't forget that extra half, hah!"

"No, you can't. Sorry about the half," Breanna frowned. "I can never guess right until it's actually in my mouth." Her manicured hand found his bare cock, leisurely stroking his erection.

"Ahhh! That feels good." He grunted lowly and breathed, getting used to the touch. "So... How do I stack up against your husband?"

Breanna rolled her eyes and shrugged.

The surfer grinned. "Does he even know you went to Comic-Con?"

"Why? Are you gonna tell him?"

"Ahhh! Ahh!"

The erect cock disappeared inside Breanna's soft, open lips. Each steady bob generated a gruff moan. She caught Spencer's stare with the corner of her eye, and her pink lips popped loudly off the wet cock. Sensually, she licked the surfer testicles to tip, driving him crazy with flicks on her tongue on the sensitive nerves under his beige head.

"You like it, don't you?"

"Yesss..." he gasped. "I really wanna touch your tits."

Across the room, peeking from behind the server tower, Spencer watched as his mom sat upright, allowing the surfer to squeeze her boobs over her costume. From just the brief moment of heaven his mom granted him on the dance floor, Spencer could still feel their weight and softness in his hands.

But just as his mom got back into the steady blowjob, she pulled away and brushed the surfer's hands from her chest. "Close your eyes again. If you peek, I leave."

As the oblivious stranger shut his eyes and gleefully rubbed his hands, Spencer watched his mom rise and turn to face him. Her impending surprise was obvious, but his racing heart was teetering on the edge. She sneakily grinned as she untied the strings behind her back.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the bronze and olive wings fell from her chest, and her beautiful, mature tits hung in place. A gentle shimmy in his mom's shoulders made them sway as if she were testing to see if they still worked. Somehow, they were larger outside her top.

Stroking his cock faster, Spencer lowered the hand that was covering his mouth and shielding his loud panting. "They're perfect," he mimed. His mom was embarrassed but proud, touching her thumbs to her round areolas and pointed nipples in the purple glow.

Jesus...

Again, his mom was struck with embarrassment and held her head. "I can't believe I let you hold them!" she mimed. Spencer could only laugh in stunned silence, and his mom joined him.

"Are you ready?" her singing voice broke the silence.

"Yeah!" The surfer cheered, kicking the cinder wall behind him.

With a cocky wink goodbye, his mom turned away. Spencer followed the sway of her curved ass on her short walk back to the stranger. He covered his panting mouth.

The carpet was rough and hard on Breanna's knees, but she focused on the attractive man looming over her. She took his wrists and guided his hands onto her tits. His groin flinched.

"Hoo! They're so warm."

"Of course... I'm horny, hehe!" She could already feel him spreading his fingers around her tan boobs. "You can open your eyes now."

"Damn..." he shook his head dryly. "Your tits are the fucking bomb."

"Bwa-hahaha!" Shaking on her knees, Breanna wanted to fall over. She grinned brightly and boastfully wiggled her hips. "I can honestly say, I've never heard that one before."

"I'm just speakin' the truth," he basked, grabbing them again.

Sitting tall and sweeping her loose, blonde strands behind her, Breanna corrected the surfer, "You're speaking like a man who wants me to make him cum."

Spencer lurched forward in awe. His mom smoothly let all nine-and-a-half inches slide into her throat, elongating her slender neck until her chin found his tight testicles. Holy shit...

The server room was soon filled with infatuated moans and wet sucking. His mom's cheekbones protruded above her sealed lips, her head and neck thrust in unison, and her reflective blue eyes were locked onto the surfer's strained and twisted face. Whenever she, and the surfer, needed a breath, she tilted her braided head to the side and lathered his package with her flattened tongue.

His mom had ordered him to be quiet and not to cum, but Spencer could feel and hear his balls slapping against his sweaty thighs, and he was powerless to stop it. Fortunately, any sound he made was drowned out by his mom and the surfer.

Breanna's heart throbbed like a jackhammer, her toes clenched and kneaded into the bottoms of her feet, and she felt warm nectar leak from her soaking pussy and spread between her sticky thighs. It was a rush to be in control of a man, to rub her nose into his abdomen, to feel his hormonal sweat fill her nostrils, to taste his salty skin on her tongue, to hear him desperately moan and euphorically squirm.

There was more electricity inside her than usual. The echoes of the pulsing club music vibrated across the floor and trickled up her knees. Her head bobbed and her tongue swirled to the energy and rhythm of the drumming beat. Before long, she watched the surfer's eyes roll into his skull. The big, strong man couldn't even last a few minutes before needing to cum, and a thrilled Breanna held her arrogant stare as she repositioned his wilting hands on her chest, reminding him of his role to touch her.

The oral was fucking hot, but Breanna wasn't ready for it to end. She pulled her lips away and dipped her shoulder. As she licked the side of the beige shaft, she stared across the room, meeting her peeping son's eyes.

He was entranced by the scene she created, and she noticed his fervently pumping fist and swinging testicles. Watching each other play their respective cock was surreal and grew more intense each time their dilated eyes met.

The mother knew her son was enjoying himself. Too much. His right arm was cranking like a runaway train. She stopped dead in her tracks.

"Close your eyes," her voice commanded, as she sat back on her heels.

"UGH! No, no! Let's keep going," the surfer kicked. "I'm sooo close! Like, so close."

"Poor baby," Breanna shook her head. "Eyes closed now. Don't move. If you do, I walk out." Through his pain, the surfer seemed to find the humor, and he shut his eyes.

Behind the server tower, Spencer saw his mom rise on her golden heels. She was virtually nude, and Spencer trembled from the thought of the only thing she had left to show him. As his mom approached, he gravitated out from behind the glass case.

As he searched for a compliment to greet her, his eyes grew larger, and his throat went dry. "Hohhh!"

His gasp was audible, and a tingle spread through his upper body. He stared down at his mom's nipples and warm breasts resting against his pecs. When her hand touched his shoulder, his knees went weak. She stood off to the side, but as she moved her mouth to his ear, he could his cock over her shoulder inches from her outer thigh. Somewhere in his electrified brain, he found the courage to place his palm on the small of her back.

"Spence..." she whispered, "Ya gotta cool it with the jerking off."

He felt her moist breath on his earlobe. "I- I'm trying. You're turning me on, and it's like..."

"Hehe!" Her body jostled. "Just fold your hands behind your back."

"I'll just go slower. I swear, I won't cum. I'll- AHH-"

His mom's quick hand silenced his gasp, and she calmly smiled at his bulging brown eyes with her motherly blue ones. As her fingernails grazed the soft skin of his erect cock, she muffled his moans with her firm grip, and soothed him.

"Shhh. You're okay, honey."

The slight giggle in her voice lingered in his ear. In an instant, he shot to his toes, only to be soothed by his mom again. She released her grip around his shaft, as if she had simply been curious to see how hard he truly was. Then the comfortable tracing returned, gently grazing his manhood from balls to tip.

"You see how this feels?"

"Uh-huh," Spencer nodded.

"At this point, I don't see the problem with me helping you this way. But you gotta make it to the end. You can't touch it, or you won't make it."With a dreamy nod, he felt his mom's fingers leave his face and cock.

"I know you like having my boobs on you, but I should probably get back to that poor guy."

Spencer snickered with his mom as she turned away. "I love you." The nineteen-year-old covered his mouth. After a panicked look at the unmoved surfer, his mom pirouetted on her heels and stared back at him — into him.

"I love you too, Spence. That's why I'm here," she whispered, pushing her chest back into his. "And one more thing..."

Before he could answer, his hand was placed on his mom's round, smooth butt cheek. He squeezed the dense tissue, realizing how large the cheek was in his hand. "Woah." Faintly, he heard his mom exhale.

"For future reference... Next time a naked woman comes up to you, touches your cock, and then tells you she loves you... It's a safe bet you can feel her up."

The mother and son watched each other stifle their bewildered laughter. When it died down, they continued to stare, until Spencer shut his eyes and kissed his mom. She lurched back in shock, then planted her open lips on his, sliding her tongue into his mouth, and rubbing her nose into his face.

As Breanna romantically swirled her tongue, Spencer tried to massage it with his and failed. He had no idea what he was doing, and the mother found it adorable and hot. She kissed him harder and longer, touching his angled jaw, feeling his shaved stubble grate against her chin, and tasting his masculine mouth. Her baby had become a man.

"Agh! Haha!" A loud plea killed the passionate embrace. "I really hope you have something great planned. This is torture, hah!"

The mother and son glanced at each other and found themselves trying not to crack up.

"I actually need to go back now."

Spencer nodded in understanding. He suddenly felt like he had matured and was three years older. He felt like a man, and he enjoyed the slight stickiness of his mom's gloss and saliva on his lips. "I can't wait to see what you do."

His mom cockily shrugged and turned away. As she tiptoed back across the room to the tall, nameless man, Spencer felt an emptiness inside him. He already missed her. But, now, he was even more eager to see her reprise her role as slutty Leia.

"Relax..." she spoke to the surfer. "Do you think I'm not gonna reward you?"

To that point, an onlooking Spencer was curious. How the hell is she gonna reward this dude? How can she justify such a long break? Oh, sorry, sir, I was making out with my hiding son?

In the other corner, Breanna was asking herself similar questions. Moving back and forth was starting to confuse her and make her lose her place. She had to remind herself when to speak loudly and when to be silent.

Looking at the disciplined man against the wall, and then down at his impressive cock, Breanna positioned herself and said, "When I tell you to open your eyes: Do not touch. Do not move. Do nothing. I am not fucking kidding in the slightest. Do you understand?"

"Yes, definitely. I swear."

"Open your eyes." Breanna rocked back and heard a wheezing grunt in her ear. Before he could even register a thought, Breanna ground her ass into his rock-hard cock. It was like they were back on the dance floor, only his burning flesh was erotically searing her bare ass.

The more they danced, the more his cock burrowed between her butt cheeks. It throbbed and pushed into her skin, begging for entry. Breanna knew if she stood on her heels just a bit taller, his cock would be grinding into her soaking mound.

The married mother stared vacantly at the dark carpet, cast in the purple glow. She had planned only for oral. Now, she was a gentle tug of a G-string away from raw, vaginal sex. Knowing she wouldn't let him made her feel powerful.

"Ohh! This is so fuckin' hot. I wanna fuck you so bad!"

"Mmm, yeah?" She danced sensually and bent over, offering Spencer a subtle wink. "I bet you do. And I bet I'd love it. But I'm done denying myself what I really want. And I wanna feel your fucking cock in my mouth."

There were no objections as the gorgeous blonde whirled around and dropped to her knees. Breanna always considered the best ingredients for a blowjob to be passion, confidence, and personality. And she was the embodiment of all three.

She practically fucked his cock with her mouth, fully aware it was the spectacular grand finale of her son's dreams as well as an unforgettable showcase of her talent and sex appeal. She sucked harder.

As flailing limbs smacked and grappled with the back of her head, Breanna slurped louder. "Ahh, fuck!" She huffed. "I feel like such a fucking slut." Her lungs refilled, she feverishly sucked again.

"Ahh! I can't wait to cum in your slutty mouth. It's gonna be so fuckin' hot!"

"Nah-uhh," Breanna shook her head and pulled away. She matted down frizzing strands of her hair. "You're gonna take that massive cock of yours, and you're gonna unload all over my tits. I wanna watch you make them yours. I wanna feel you all over me."

Behind the server tower, a tingle shot up through Spencer's heinie and loins. As he listened to the overjoyed surfer announce how badly he wanted to cum on her tits and make them his, the son was at a loss for words.

Somehow, his mom had just walked a man back from almost certainly fucking her pussy to simply cumming on her tits... And he's acting like he's getting the honor of a lifetime!

But what truly boggled Spencer's mind, to the point where it ached, was that he had fallen for the trick, too. He knew what his mom did. He knew it was a crafted lie. He knew this wasn't the ending he had dreamed about. And yet... He was more turned-on and more absorbed than he had ever been in his life.

With his heart racing, cock painfully throbbing, breath short, and veins jittering, the young son teetered on the edge, waiting to see if and when his mom and the horny stranger would share the sexy, dirty ending they wanted more than anything else.

His chemically soaked brain was losing sight of what was real and what wasn't. For the first time, Spencer questioned why it mattered. All three people in the room were hot and horny beyond their wildest imaginations. And everybody wanted to cum like crazy. Who the fuck cares about anything else?

For the last time, Spencer watched his mom go down on the surfer. Whether it was his thrashing sunny hair or the pitch of his moans, she seemed to magically know the exact moment to pull away.

Fiery, masculine grunts rang off the walls. They were interspersed with elated, feminine gasps. White goo fountained from the long cock onto his mom's bare breasts. The naked man convulsed while his naked mom muttered sexy encouragement and pumped his shaft with an iron grip.

Their lustful stares, panting bodies, bare flesh, flying fluids, euphoric moans, and palpable arousal made for the hottest moment Spencer had ever witnessed. When the dust settled, his mom and the surfer fell apart, and the small room went still.

The purple air was dark, stale, and steamy. The only sounds were of heaving lungs and the faint thumping of music in the walls. The surfer was depleted and lost in his own world. Breanna was sitting back on her heels and admiring the voluminous mess. And Spencer was leaning into the server tower, resting his head against the corner of the glass case.

With a subtle twist and shrug, Breanna offered Spencer a view of the sexy load running down her boobs. But, with his head so fogged, Spencer could only nod in agreement.

"Goddamn, I can't believe we just did that!"

Breanna looked up at the surfer, whose tan complexion appeared shades lighter. "I know, hehe! You held me to that whole 'slut' thing, didn't you?"

The surfer laughed, with a gnarlier accent. "That was epic. You were epic. How the fuck are you so good at that? Goddamn... I think I made them mine."

"Hehe! Ya think?" Breanna mused at the mess. "Well... you did cover above a third of my rack... which is saying something."

As his fog lifted, Spencer observed the way his mom laughed and flirted with the stranger. Well... Is he really still a stranger now? Friend? No. New acquaintance? Anyway, Spencer shook his head in amazement at the world, the alternate reality, his mom had created for the surfer using simple words and effortless acting.

While his mom did not work for a sophisticated company, or work in high-stakes technology, or make it to junior year in an Ivy League school before dropping out to marry, Spencer had no doubt she was the most intelligent member of the family. And most talented.

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When all of the discarded clothes had been reassembled, Breanna humorously handed the surfer his boxers, which he had allowed her to use as a cleaning rag. "You were right. This was smarter than using your shirt." They chuckled.

"I'm Mark, by the way."

"Breanna, hehe! Well, Mark, I think it's time you get back to your friends."

"When they saw me peace out with you I don't think they expected me back, hah! Do you wanna go get food or something?"

Breanna raised her eyebrow. "I'm married. I don't go on dates."

"I know, but I gotta see you again. We had too much fun."

"Are you even from around here?"

"Yeah, I am from here. Right here. Well, like, I'm in P.B. But, yeah, San Diego."

Mulling her lips, Breanna glanced toward the server tower and tried to read her son's red face. With a roll of her eyes and a reluctant smile, she handed Mark her phone. "Gimme your number. I'll think about it."

"Yeah, definitely! Thanks for all that, by the way. Nobody's gonna believe it."

"Wait!" Breanna grabbed Mark's arms before he could turn. Spencer was well-hidden, but the close call made her nervous. "Close your eyes."

"Okay..." The surfer was as giddy as a schoolboy and just as innocent.

With a curl of a finger, Breanna invited Spencer out into the middle of the room. It was such a dumb risk, they couldn't stop grinning. Spencer stealthily tip-toed across the carpet, only it was more of a waddle due to his boner. Breanna could only shake her head at her funny kid.

Their reunion was fast. The mom and son were of the same mind, wrapping their arms around the other and sharing a passionate embrace. Breanna hugged Spencer around his neck and shoulders. Spencer held his mom's lower back and butt. Their chests and hips pressed together, proving Spencer some warm, soothing relief for his untouched and excruciating erection.

They kissed until their initial burst of energy faded. Then an enchanted Breanna pointed to a spot under the metal desk. The message was clear, and they reluctantly let go of each other. Spencer waddled to the desk and hid under it behind the chair.

Curiously, he then watched his mom stand in front of the desk. Her shins were close enough to touch, as he heard banging and sliding on the metal above his head. Then he was suddenly blinded by bright lights.

When Breanna was satisfied, she announced, "Open your eyes, Mark. Slowly."

"Woah!" When the surfer finally adjusted to the lights, he was jarred again by seeing himself on a smartphone screen. "What are you doing?"

"Come here," Breanna waved. "Take a picture with me."

Mark approached the desk, where Breanna had propped up her iPhone against a stack of dusty manuals. They looked at themselves on the camera screen and shuffled back a little. Mark looked happy, and a bit surprised.

"Listen..." Breanna spoke firmly. "I don't care if you show this to your buddies so they believe you. But I swear... If you ever post or share anywhere... If it ever leaves your phone... Any prayer you have of seeing me again is gone. And that would be a shame for both of us."

The surfer promised, and Breanna was satisfied. "Hey, Siri... Siri, take a selfie video."

"Wait, I thought--"

"Get behind me and rub your dick on my ass."

"Okay. Is this like..."

"Why do you want the same picture with slutty Leia that a hundred other guys have? She sucked your cock. You came on her tits. Prove it."

Breanna smirked into the recording lens, while beguiled, tan hands slid around her waist.

Under the desk, Spencer could only see his mom's shiny, shapely legs and a wider, hairier pair behind them. He knew they were dancing, but the rocking of the desk against the wall sounded like his mom was bent over and being fucked by the depleted surfer. Then it stopped. Then after a moment of silence, he heard them both giggle.

"I think that'll do it."

"Yeah, definitely!"

There was a scrape on the desk, followed by an electronic swoosh and a vibration.

"Ah, this is awesome! Thanks!"

"You're welcome. If you're ever in L.A., text me. You never know."

"Definitely!"

His mom told the surfer to find his friends, and he said thank you and goodbye. Then the door shut and locked.

"Well... Was that hot enough for you?"

Spencer crawled out from under the desk and into the light. "Yeah, but... You... You just gave that guy a video of you! You spent all day here trying to get me to delete mine so dad wouldn't see, and now some random guy can blackmail you." He shakily rose to his feet before his mom.

She shifted her eyes and wisely put her hands on her hips. "No. That guy will take that video to his grave. Just like I know you were never going to show your father the video you have of me."

"What do you mean, I... I had it. Why do you think..."

"Spencer, I'm your mother. I know you better than you know yourself. Even if I had grounded you, you still wouldn't have shown him. It's not in your character."

She was right, but it made no sense. "You said you were worried that... Why did you do all of this then?"

Breanna passed by Spencer on her way to the metal desk. "Because instead of asking me out on a fun, sexy date to see what was there between us, you tried blackmailing me into fucking you, and then when I said no, your idea was to spend eternity jerking off to me outside of windows. So, I had to plan the date."

The room spun as Spencer staggered backward. It couldn't possibly be true, but no shred of evidence he had could disprove it. His only argument was that his mom couldn't have possibly manipulated him for days, but she had just demonstrated how easily she could. "You planned all of this? What about all of the stuff you did with me? Like us kissing and, you know..."

"Come here." Breanna curled her finger, and then took Spencer's hand when he got close. "Do you remember how you felt when you found me at that party... When you saw me do that hot, slutty thing... Remember how you felt when you suddenly realized I was more than your mom... I was a possible sexual partner?"

Spencer was a ball of flowing heat. He remembered exactly how he felt. His chin nodded, and then his chest burned. He stared at his mom's tender, authoritative hand and then met her blue eyes.

"Spencer, that's how I felt when you made me realize you could be more than my son." Breanna breathed. "I didn't know what would happen on this date... but I think you can tell by what I'm wearing that I hoped it would work out. This date has been even hotter than I dreamed of."

The son turned to stone. "Really?"

"Yeah..." Breanna tugged on his arms, pulling Spencer between her open legs. She gasped slightly as his bare cock pressed against her steaming mound. Her lips found his ear. "I hope you dreamed of this date ending with us having the hottest sex of our lives because I fucking was."

Spencer couldn't think. He panted heavily, feeling the warmth of his mom's pussy through her thong and veil. His cock twitched.

"Ohh, fuck..." Breanna moaned. She launched her arms around her son's neck, pulled his face into hers, and kissed him with an intensity she never knew she had. Their tongues, noses, and hands found each other. They explored and squeezed each other's backs, butts, and shoulders.

The hard, thick cylinder pushed and flexed into her mound, and Breanna locked her legs around Spencer's hips, claiming him as hers in the empty server room. She plunged her whole tongue into his mouth, tasting her son. Spencer could taste the salt and sweat on her breath, but it was only a reminder of the erotic scene she had created for them to share.

The carnal make-out session burned for minutes before they pushed off each other to heave for cool air.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you, honey," she promised. Her legs remained clenched shut. "I want you so fucking bad, Spencer."

They made out again, and the son quickly resorted to flexing his cock, again and again. The tapping at the gates drove Breanna wild, and she frantically unclasped her belt and yanked her maroon veils out from under her. The moment his cock pressed into her soaking G-string and soft pussy lips, the mother and son groaned together in pleasure.

Blindly using her hands, Breanna tangled with Spencer's tight pants. He took the hint and unbuckled his utility belt and kicked off his shoes. He wasn't able to send his pants to the floor until his mom loosed the clamp of her toned calves.

"Fuck, you're naked," Breanna blinked.

"Yeah, haha!" Spencer beamed.

On the same page, the mother and son worked together to get Breanna out of her thong and plated bra. Feeling her son's hands tear at her outfit to strip her naked made her head and pussy swim.

The second her beautiful breasts were freed, Spencer's head dove into her chest, only to be blocked by a fraught mother. "NO!" She chuckled and kissed his lips. "I swear to fucking god, I will let you suck my tits as much as you want — but not til I clean them off! Hehe!"

Remembering what had just happened to them, Spencer blushed and settled for feeling the large, firm breasts in his hands, and kneading the glorious tissue. He watched his mom roll her neck and tensely gasp when his thumbs found her pointed nipples.

Needing to get his mouth on something, Spencer stared at his mom's perfect, glistening pussy. He dropped to a knee and stuck his nose and tongue into the pink pedals between the plump, shaved lips.

Breanna wailed and flailed her arms in shock. She rocked back and slammed her palm on her son's brown head, tugging his hair in ecstasy. Rarely was she caught off guard in the bedroom or any location, but she never expected her son to throw his face into her vagina on his own.

He had no talent, no technique, and no plan, but simply feeling the desire of his infatuated lips on her labia and the power of his scratchy jaw on her thighs sent waves of electric pleasure through her loins and limbs.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Don't stop! Don't stop! Ohh, Spence. Ohh, Spence."

Every high-pitched moan and utterance of his name encouraged Spencer to swirl his tired tongue more liberally. He had no intention of stopping. The sweet, acidic nectar was intoxicating, the fumes filled his nose and brain, and he was going to taste for as long as her euphoric moans rang in his ears and her rough grip pushed against his head.

It was Breanna who had to end it, shoving Spencer's face away and giving them each a chance to breathe. With her chest heaving and heart racing, Breanna leaned over and graciously kissed him with her supple lips. "I want you inside me. I want my boy."

The young son jumped to his feet quickly before his mom could change her mind. He grabbed the base of his cock and angled it, but he couldn't steady it with his shaking hands. Seeing it close to her open vagina was incredible but terrifying. He imagined it a hundred times, but now that it was happening, it didn't feel real.

Suddenly, his mom's steady hand covered his. "It'll be hotter if we do it together."

Spencer knew she was simply helping him in his struggle, but she was also right. Together, they looked into each other's eyes and guided his erect cock into her wet pussy. They both quivered as the tip pushed into the soft flesh. Slowly, the following seven inches made their way into her tight canal.