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FLIRTING WITH EXHIBITIONISM AND i****t
Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Taboo, Voyeur, Author: hard_for_yu, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
it." "Mom, you're the best! I can't believe the way you've managed to phrase it all. It's what I've been feeling, but I was too mortified to approach you to iron things out." "Well, it's over, okay?" She smiled and stood before me. "Now, as a sign of good faith, get comfy." "I am comfy," I said, but I felt a little charge at her words. She smirked. "I mean get really comfy, Tony. Put on what you usually wear around the house when we're alone. Or when Carla's here." I stood up and in one swift motion pulled off my jogging shorts and stood nude before her. "You mean my birthday suit, Mom?" She grinned wider. "That's the one. Now let's go see what's on TV this afternoon." Together, we strolled into the living room. Mom was wearing a pale blue T-shirt and cut-off jeans shorts. She was barefoot and she crossed her bare legs when she sat on the couch. I decided to be bold, so I grabbed them and placed her calves atop my knees, when I sat down next to her. Then, with my left hand, I began a slow massage of her feet. In the middle of the movie (a boring B-grade action-flick), I couldn't resist and leaned over and hugged her legs tightly. "You're terrific, you know?" She laughed. "So I've been told." "Well, whoever told you before I did is right. You fixed things up and you did it better than I ever could." "I thought about it," she said, "and it's not like I didn't see you do anything I ... didn't already know you did anyway. Quite frankly -- and this should make you feel better -- I do it myself. But I'll be honest," her right foot nudged me in the ribs playfully, "I didn't expect you to be doing that anymore, with Carla in the picture." "Well, you know what they say, Mom: too much of a good thing is never enough." She frowned. "Who says that?" "I do!" We laughed and turned our attention to the movie, but I could tell that Mom had more to say. Eventually, she started talking again. "Didn't you and Carla do things --" "Things, Mom?" I grinned at her and she actually blushed. "You know. Didn't you two go at each other hot n heavy the afternoon I caught you taking care of yourself?" "Come to think of it, I think we did." She adjusted the throw pillow beneath her mane of flaming hair, then lay back against the opposite arm rest. "But you wanted more?" I shrugged and lay back against the opposite end of the couch. I was quite thrilled with the conversation and I let my legs fall open and curve, bent at my knees. In this position, lying on one end of the couch, my mother at the other, I knew I was giving her a clear shot of my flaccid penis and balls and part of my ass. I reached down and cupped myself, trying to make the motion seem absentminded and innocent, as I'd seen Carla do to me in my mother's presence in the past. "Sometimes I can't get enough, Mom." "I see," she said ...