“Mom?!” You gasp in surprise, your eyes going wide as you stare at her in shock, your hungover mind struggling to comprehend exactly what is happening.
“Come on, ,” your mother laughs, her hand gently caressing your bare thigh as she leans a little heavier on you, pressing the soft swell of her breast hard against your arm. “From the glimpses I saw of it, you have nothing to be ashamed of,” She assures you, her fingers sliding under the edge of your sheet as you hold it over your crotch. “Just the opposite actually, you should be showing it off.”
“Mom,” You stammer once more as her hand moves higher on your leg, her fingers lightly caressing your upper thigh. “This... this isn't right.”
“, how do you expect me to suck it if you won't even show your cock to me?” Your mom whispers in your ear as her hand continues to explore under the sheet, running over your naked body teasingly. “I'll make a deal with you. You show me yours and I'll show you mine,” She giggles, her free hand coming up to the neck of her dress, her fingers working at one of the oversized buttons.
You sit there, sweating, your mind racing as you try to decide what you should do. Your body and part of your mind are screaming for you to show her, her comment about sucking you off still echoing in your head, but the moral part of your mind keeps reminding you of how wrong this entire situation is. “What... what about Dad?”
“Oh, he's waiting in the car so we'd better be quick,” Your mom laughs, her hand still working at unbuttoning her dress. She's got four buttons undone, her dress gaping open slightly to reveal the smooth valley of her cleavage and the top of her stomach. “So are you going to show me or not?” She asks pointedly as she spreads her dress open, exposing her full rounded breasts to you.
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