I stroked my son’s dick with one hand, the other caressing his muscular chest. I smiled at him, feeling his muscles as he shifted. He let out a groa..., his dick throbbing in my hand. I rubbed my thumb across the tip, precum beading out. I smeared the slick juices across his head.“Leyla,” he groaned, eyes opening. “Finished with Dad, you little slut?”“I’m your mother, not a slut!” I told him, being so stern. His dick twitched in my hand.“Mom?” he groaned.“I’m just making sure you’re not in. Granted, he had some games on his mobile device, but they were simple affairs that he didn’t spend much time on.Truth was, he didn’t feel like a typical senior in college, majoring in political science more because that’s what he was good at, the public speaking part, not because it’s what he liked. He was minoring in physical education, he figured that could be a good back up plan and it looked good on a resume.He was a jack of all trades really, a bit good at anything he tried. He was average. Beard was coming out as well, But I kept it trimmed down to that 'fine line' trim like the Mexican bois started, maybe a ¼ inch wide. Didn't care for the bushy Grizzly Adams look at all. Overall, I had more of that bad boi look that turned me on. Time to get some more ink. It was a rare event that dad came home one day about mid May. Sitting around the dinner table (how many months had it been) Dad and Dustin were bickering about something, and Dustin let out a 'fuck it'. Mom liked to have. I can't get hard right now. Look." He stopped hiding his boyhood by removing his hands. It was soft like dough. "I don't know why," he continued. "I guess this is freaking me out. You being my mom and everything. I've never even been with a naked girl before Mom and to see..." Diane interrupted him. She grabbed Jimmy's chin with her right hand and drew him closer to her. He was leaning over her body. She pulled him in for an ice breaking, passionate kiss. She forced his mouth open and twirled.