Grabbing me by my hair you pull my up from under your desk. Pushing me against the wall you place your mouth over mine, kissing me hard I feel your de...ire, your hot body against mine."you little slut" your dark whisper voice makes me shiver.. Ooh did I take it to far this time?? Are you mad now??Then you pick me up, almost throwing me on your desk. I grab the end of your desk and I wait. Your left hand holding me in place as your right hand pushes up my skirt. You see my wet panties you take a. He seemed to be completely confident in his best friend’s reaction. I thought I was, too. Now, at the moment of initiating it, I had my doubts, my concerns, and … what? … worried for Mitch? I decided what I needed was a hit of bourbon. A little extra courage.Then, after taking another deep breath, and the realization that this really mattered to me, I unbuttoned the flannel, very unsexy, shirt I was wearing and pulled it off my shoulders. Before dropping it onto the table, still holding it to. I needed to cum at that moment! My fingers pushed into my cunt and I imagined my son’s cock cumming, over and over. Suddenly, the door opened and my son entered. I stood facing him, with my skirt bunched in one hand and my pussy in the other. ‘Sit down on a chair,’ I whispered, ‘and take out your cock.’ He sat on the chair he used at dinner and pulled his cock out between the piss slit in his PJs. He was rock hard. ‘Don’t make a sound,’ I ordered, moving towards him with my hand continuing to. And intensely weird. And then some of that weirdness have found its way to become something else. Tom knew that mom knew... She knew that this whole situation could get awkward very easily. But the more days passed by, the less it was an actual, an urgent thing, the more it was just a thing to keep somewhere in mind. Non-essential. Just in case. "Do you think we'll need it someday?"Her whispering voice had been stucked in his head for a while. It seemed almost as usual as it ever could be, but.