She sat back on her knees and wiped the cum from her mouth with the back of her hand. She had to smile. She forgot again that they were playing an act and for those few minutes she wasn't his Mom, so she couldn't really scold him about talking to her in that language. Besides, she nearly had his erection down her throat. Shouldn't she expect him to talk to her like that?
The front of her blouse was soaked with cum. Some of it even landed on her shorts and her bare legs. She reached for the top buttons of her blouse.
"Do you mind if I take this off?" she said.
Grant's eyes got real big. She stood up and unbuttoned the blouse slowly, one button at a time. He stared at her hands the entire time. She smiled. He was no different than any other guy, always irrationally fascinated with a girl's boobs.
She removed the blouse and dropped it on the floor. She took off the bra. Grant's eyes got even bigger and he grinned. She rubbed her fingertips over her hard nipples.
"You make my nipples hard, Grant," she said.
He just stared. Was she the first woman he'd seen naked? She unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to the floor. His wide eyes stared at the front of her panties. Was he beginning to get an idea of what she had in mind? Would she be the first woman he had slept with?
"Stand up honey, and I'll take your shirt off," she said, and held out her hands.
He stood up in front of her. She pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped it next to her blouse and bra. His long cock was not as hard as when it was in her mouth and drooped, but brushed her leg. Just the thought of feeling that thing pushing into her pussy made her wet.
Grant was staring at her boobs and licked his lips.
"Would you like to touch them?" she said.
"Hell yeah," he said, and put his hands over them.
He squeezed hard and she winced. She reached down and stroked his cock. He groaned behind his closed lips. He never got completely limp and soft, and already it was getting hard again.
She closed her eyes. Her breath was heavy. Her fingers barely closed around the thickness of his shaft. How in the world was she supposed to get that massive thing in her tiny pussy?
"Would you like to lie down with me?" she said.
She glanced at the clock by Grant's bed. She had to move this along. Doug would be home shortly, and she hadn't even started dinner yet.
Grant scrambled onto his bed and laid on his side with his back against the wall, leaving room for her to lie down next to him. His cock flopped and swung like the tails of a shirt he forgot to tuck in. On his side, it lay across his thigh and on the mattress.
She climbed on the bed next to him, still wearing her damp panties. How long before those came off?
She laid on her back and picked up his cock to let it drape over her thigh. Grant had a big, dopey grin and his eyes stared at her breasts.
"Grant, baby, would you like to make love to me?" she said.
She stroked his cock slowly. It was beginning to get hard again. He reached over and put his hand on her breast.
"Do you mean it?" he said.
She looked down at his cock and took a deep breath.
"Of course I mean it."
His hand moved down over her belly into her panties, and his middle finger pressed right on her clitoris. She gasped and grabbed his wrist. She stared into his face. Where did he learn to do that?
His hand moved farther into her panties, despite her tight grip around his wrist. Did this boy have any idea how strong he was? His finger wiggled between her wet lips and into her pussy. She flinched.
"Wow. You're really tight in there. You think my dick is gonna fit?" he said.
She was trembling. She didn't want to do this. She couldn't imagine how much it was going to hurt. But what choice did she have? She pushed her panties down past her knees and spread her legs to let him play with her pussy.
"Maybe if we just go slow, ok? Real slow."
"Ok."
She tried to hold herself up on her elbows so she could watch him fingering her pussy, but it just felt too good and her arms would not hold her up. She lay back on his pillows, staring up at the ceiling, churning her hips and moaning softly. For a boy who liked to fool around with other boys, her son knew just the right places to rub her pussy.
Another thing that was odd were the posters of the girls on his walls. Why had that not struck her before? The girls weren't naked, but wearing bikinis. Nevertheless, the pictures were very sexy. Why would a gay boy have pictures of girls on his walls?
She looked around. What else was there about her son's room that was inconsistent? Everything looked right, from the pictures of his favorite basketball players to the model airplanes he built with his father. But why did he have a tube of toothpaste on the night stand by his bed?
Grant's middle finger pressed on her hard clitoris. She shuddered and gasped and her hips lifted off the bed. She stared at the tube for a long time, delirious with pleasure, before she realized it wasn't toothpaste.
"Where did you get this?" she said and picked it up so he could see the K-Y printed on the side.
"My friend gave it to me."
"What friend? An older man?" she said, and a chill ran down her spine. Was her son being molested?
"No."
"Did you use this to have sex with Owen?"
Grant grinned. "No. It just feels good when I jerk off."
"Oh," she said, and felt silly. But who was his older friend? "Can I use it?"
