My son was too much involved with my cleavage that I decided to introduce him to other activities too. What best to start by a mother-son relationship...than breast sucking! So I held my sons head and moved it to my left boob. Then I pushed his head on to my boob, making him open up his mouth and take in my nipples and as much of my boob along with it. Realizing what he is in for, he started sucking my nipples over the blouse. But that was not an easy affair as I thought. Because my push up bra. He was an older guy with a long pencil dick that never really got hard. He would cum almost as soon as she put it in. She didn't like the way it felt inside of her but he was good company and she hated to be alone. Then the phone rang again. She knew Jason must be at the gate but she was in a little bit of a predicament. How could she get rid of this other guy that left her feeling so unsatisfied? After seeing and feeling Jason's beautiful hard cock the weekend before, it was all she thought. It'sokay, Holly. Everyone does it. It's just that nobody talks about isall. C'mon, let's have breakfast and talk this through, okay?"He pulled me into a hug and I just stood there, ashamed, my face burning, the spatula long forgotten in my hand. After a few seconds, Ijust dropped the spatula and put my arms around him, hugging him back.I buried my face in his shirt and began to cry, softly. Eric madecomforting noises and tried to get me to stop, hugging me even harder."Holly," he whispered in. How embarrassing! I was aware of a deep, warm blush flooding my cheeks, this seemed to amuse him. His eyes played greedily over my body as I hurriedly repaired my shirt. A button was missing; it had come loose earlier under the pressure of my friend's eager hands. After a quick appraisal of myself, I realised that I was showing more cleavage than I probably should be. The boy stayed where he was, obviously not planning to leave any time soon. He was supporting his weight on a stack of library.