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Mom Caught on cam
Date: 7/27/2015, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: xiahoudun, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
felt good, and brought back a memory "Well," I said, "you don't have to answer. I know you did when you were little. Or at least my hosiery." I laughed. "What do you mean?," he asked. "When I got home from work you'd always stand next to me and your little hand always found its way to my leg. I think you thought it was like the ribbon on your 'blankey.'" I smiled at the memory. "Wow," he said, "I don't remember that. I wish I did." He smiled, and blushed again. I hugged him again, pulling him closer. As I did so, I felt his hardness against me. It felt very nice, but I thought it might not be a good idea to let things continue that way. It felt good, though. I decided I'd better get that thought out of my mind. I moved away and went to the refrigerator and took out a cold drink. I walked to the counter island and pulled out a stool to sit on. Putting my right heel on the bottom rung, I lifted myself onto the stool. I sat there with my right foot on the bottom rung and my left leg stretched out with my foot lightly touching the floor. Sitting that way, I realized my skirt slid up my legs a bit, almost to mid-thigh on my right leg.. As I sat, I moved my head around trying to loosen my shoulder muscles. Seeing me rolling my head around, My son came up behind me and began to rub my shoulders and neck. It felt great. "I do, Mom," Ricky said. "You do?," I asked, "you do what?" I was not sure what he was ... talking about. "I think your legs are hot, Mom," he said. "I think they are incredibly sexy, especially when you are wearing nylons." His voice sounded hoarse. His hands were rubbing my shoulder a bit harder. "Mmmmm, Ricky," I said, "that feels so good. I should hire you to do that every day." I smiled and almost purred. "I'd work pretty cheap," he said. "In fact, I may do it just as a favor." He chuckled. "Oh," I said, "what sort of favor." This sounded interesting -- I wondered where he was going. "Well, I was getting jealous of myself a few minutes ago," he said, "when you said how I used to touch your legs when I was little. I'm surprised I don't remember. It's hard to believe I'd forget something like that." I laughed. "Legs are just legs, hon," I said, "everyone has two -- or almost everyone, I guess." "Yours are different, Mom," he said. "Go ask the guys -- they will all tell you how hot yours are. I can't tell you the things they say about you when you are around and wearing a skirt. They go crazy watching you get out of the car." "I noticed," I said, laughing. "Does that make you mad?," he asked. "No, hon," I said, " I think it's a compliment. As long as they don't go too far and become embarrassing. "And you?," I asked, "do you watch me get out of the car too?" "I do," he said, "whenever I can. I don't want ...