Tell me, Malice, could I be that special someone?” He kissed my ear, then behind my earlobe and down my neck. I moaned softly, “My name’s not M...lice.” “I know,” he whispered, “but maybe tonight, you could be the naughty Malice, instead of the good little school teacher, Crystal.” His breath felt so hot on my skin, and desire burned though my body. “I… I…” “I promise, if you say stop, I’ll stop,” he whispered and kissed my neck again. My resistance was melting like an ice cube on a hot. They areso small and light, the material is so thin it's almost non-existent."Do you think these will fit me, Mom?" I ask, drawing my mother'sattention to her pink panties in my small hand."They...they can't...you can't..." she stuttered. "You can't wear myclothes. They won't fit you. They're for a petite woman and you're myson."With a grin I gesture at my body with the hand holding Mom's sexypanties. "I think they might fit me now. Why don't I try them on?"Bending down, my large breasts. Once her breasts were bare, I began touching, sucking, and nibbling on each one. The impact was showing on Brittany as she squirmed and moaned almost uncontrollably. I continued until I thought she would fall out of the chair and then I abruptly stopped. “I will be back in a few minutes,” and I walked away. I only went to the other side of the room and I stood and watched her. She was pulling at the scarf trying to get her hands freed but could not get it loose.The expressions on her face were. Overcome with wicked perversion that she had just a) seen her son and his languid drooping cock swing right before her eyes, that she’d seen it swell and lengthen into a throbbing dong. B) That she had essentially just spread her ass for her son. Even though it was only for a few seconds the dirty little thought that she had on purpose wanted her son Jon to get a brief eye-full of her hairy pussy and her brown eye. And it turned Jennifer on to voyeur he box and anus in front of her only son. To.