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A Day on the Dunes

Date: 10/6/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: guy120, Rating: 97, Source: xHamster

so funny. That was surely a sentence I’d never expected to say to my son. Steve looked down at me and complied without saying anything. I apologized for the smile. “You think this is funny, don’t you?” He asked, not sounding very pleased. “No Honey. Not really.” My hand moved gently…Maybe too gently…to the inside of his thigh. “Feel OK?” He shook his head nervously. “Um-hum” I held his gaze for a second. It looked like he wanted to say something but nothing came out of his mouth. “What?” I asked. “Nothing.” He said and checked around again. I went back to my task. I checked the inside of one thigh…Nothing. I gently rubbed the palm of my hand over the area in question, as I’d done to each place I’d already inspected. With the confirmation of no more needles, I slowly wiped his inner thigh clean with a cool antiseptic wipe. I could feel that he was holding his breath. I glanced up expecting to find him making sure the coast was clear or staring down at me with a nervous, uncomfortable look in his eyes. But his eyes were closed and I could feel a low rumbling coming from deep in his chest, finding its way to the hand that now caressed the inside of his strong thigh. I would like to say that I was checking, or even cleaning his inner thigh…But that’s not the way it felt to me. And it was obviously not the way it felt to Steven either. I took a deep breath, “Now the other side.” I warned him. I did the same thing to the other side. Four or five little hair splinters and I was ... sliding my hand over his nice skin in search of the straggler. This search seemed to take even longer this time. I looked up, still allowing my hand to glide in slow, small circles from just above his knee, up along his inner leg and around to the cheek of his butt. “Feel anything?” I asked. Of course I meant any cactus needles, but my voice had somehow become more of a soft, sultry whisper. I believe Steven noticed as well. There was a long pause while he seemingly contemplated the question. “Yeah, no…I mean no needles.” He finally mumbled before searching the parking-lot once more. “Still clear?” I asked knowing full well the answer. I knew that if anyone was coming up the road that Steven would have been running around in circles, waving his arms in the air looking for the fire exits. “Hum-huh.” “I’m gunna check your COCK now.” I tried to make it sound light, perhaps even a little mocking but I couldn’t seem to muster the smile that should have gone along with it, which make it sound more….naughty than humorous. He had no response for me. I put the tweezers on the front seat and slid my hand closer to his dick. I reached out delicately and pinched the tip of his soft, thin penis with my thumb and forefinger to begin my inspection. He jerked back a little bit, pulling his dick from my measly grasp, “Mom?” I glanced up, “Hold still Sweetie.” I told him. “I’ll try not to hurt you.” I’m pretty sure that’s not what he was worried about. I reached for his dick again; nibbling on my ...