.Mark was in the kitchen doing his homework, and she'd giggled as an idea had occurred to her, and she ran down stairs and into the kitchen.'I can't f...nd that red sweater of mine — I've looked everywhere! Have you seen it, darling?'She started to search the kitchen, opening cupboards and drawers, parading her near-naked body in front of him, letting her son see her body from every angle. At last she'd looked in the laundry basket and 'found' the sweater in it, as she'd known all along she. "Mom I'm sorry, really I am. I'll never do it again, I promise!" Well young man you should be sorry. Peeking at me in the shower and then stealing my underwear and masturbating with it. What is your father going to think of you young man?"Mom had caught me red handed, so to speak, with her panties wrapped around my cock furiously jacking off. I was sure that I had locked my bedroom door but obviously I was mistaken. She knew that I had seen her in the bathroom but what she didn't know was that. " She said.We'd not been out for drinks in ages.I had been there once, with an out-of-town client. It is a classy, moody, downtown martini bar, mahogany walls and such. Bar on one side, restaurant on the other.I was there ahead of her, waiting in an out-of-the-way booth, private and secluded. She walked in looking great, dressed uncharacteristically in a black sexy dress and sunglasses. I stood up. We hugged. I complemented her on looking extraordinary and she complemented me on my new shirt.We. He then carries me to his bed and start to smell my outer layer of panties. I then stopped him by holding his hair.Son: why mommy? You don’t like your own son smelling your aromatic pussy?Me: It’s not that young man! Carry me to my bed and fuck my fucking wet cunt there.Son: what’s wrong with this bed mom?Me: I want my son to fuck my brains off where his dad uses to fuck me once upon a time.Son: sure momma! I will take you there.While carrying me there, I instructed him not to mention me as his.