A New Perspective
Still stunned by everything, Brad lay there awake in his bed. He went back over the evening since he got off the plane... that's when his life had changed. He was confused and almost ashamed of himself.
"For God's sake, my cock's hard again just thinking about her!" he thought to himself angrily. And it WAS hard... rock hard. He was slowly stroking it with his hand as he lay there in the bed.
The initial encounter at the airport had been followed by one display after another... but there was no more mention of what she had whispered into his ear. Had she really said those things? He wasn't sure anymore... even though his cock certainly believed.
At the luggage carousel... She had bent over to read the tag on one suitcase after another even though he kept assuring her that they weren't his. Each time, her short skirt slid up to nearly expose her ass. He looked around and noticed all the other men's eyes also watching her every move. He could see in the free way that they looked at her that they saw her exactly like she had said they did... a slut... a whore... a girl who needed fucked. But each time after she stood up, she pulled her skirt back down as if nothing had happened and her talk was light and happy, nothing that showed any signs that she was aware of the show she was putting on.
Walking towards the taxi stand... She suddenly stopped him and before he knew what was happening she was on her knees in front of him... her lips suggestively at just the right level for...sucking. But, instead, she had reached down and tied his shoe for him. He didn't think it was untied to begin with and wondered if it was just an excuse to arouse him. And once again, the men around the area had stared at her... he could almost see their collective fantasy they were no doubt having... each one wishing that he could shove his cock past those puffy lips and down her throat. Meanwhile, after she stood up she started telling him about how bad traffic was getting there tonight... as if moments ago she hadn't been down on her knees... ready to be put to his good use.
Waiting for the taxi... She didn't want to sit next to him on the bench. Instead, she said she would try to flag down the taxi and had walked back and forth along the sidewalk... slowly, with much more twisting and swaying than necessary. She looked like a prostitute trying to get some business. He saw car after car slow down, the men inside staring in amazement at her. When a taxi finally arrived, he watched her bend over and lean inside the passenger window to talk with the driver. Her skirt slide up and up until he could see the thin slice of her string bikini panties running down into the crack of her ass and her barely covered pussy now exposed for all to see. A few seconds later, she stood up and walked over to him with a smile. "Come on!" she said. "He said he'd love to take me for a ride!"
In the taxi... She had slid over right next to him, taking his arm and putting it around her shoulders, even leaning against him as they drove. Her tits were displayed right in front of his eyes and he noticed the driver also had a great view. He caught the driver's eyes for a moment and saw a look of envy in them. The man just smiled and shook his head. As they drove, she told him one story after another about funny things that had happened to her while he was gone... pretending that her nipples weren't sticking out as hard as little eraser tips... tempting him and making his mouth almost water. It took a great deal of effort to keep his arm fixed around her shoulders... his hand very much wanted to slide down a little lower and feel those plump, round, tempting tits.
At home... It was late, so they only stayed up talking a short time. She had got up from the couch and told him she was going to go get ready for bed. A few minutes later, she returned... wearing only a long, clingy t-shirt that barely covered her. Her nipples stood out clearly and when she walked past him he saw that, in fact it didn't quite fully cover her... The very bottom of her round ass was barely visible. "Good night, Bradley," she had said to him. He had got up to tell her good night. He normally hugged his mom, but he was very unsure right now what to do since the last time he had such trouble trying to hide how she had made his cock so hard. She decided for him, moving closer and once again putting her arms up around his neck so that her tits pressed against him yet again. He knew that her shirt had to have pulled up to fully expose her ass. He felt how her body melted against his in a way that should have been wrong, but instead only aroused him in a deep, dark way. His cock once again throbbed to life, and he thought that she couldn't miss how it pressed against her.
She did not, in fact, miss that. She even pulled herself a little closer to him, her stomach pressing up against his cock. She wanted him... badly. Her nipples were hard and sensitive. With the natural way of a practiced slut, she made very small movements against him that made her nipples drag over his rough shirt. It made her pussy get wet and she could tell her face was flushed. "It's so good to have a man back at home," she said to him in a soft, breathless voice. She could hear the unsteadiness herself and thought he probably could, too.
When she looked up at him, she saw in his eyes both desire and confusion. She thought to herself that she should slow down just a little... give him some time... so she slowly leaned her face towards his and gave him a gentle kiss. It was not the kind a mom might normally give her son.... no, her lips were partway open as she kissed his and she had paused just long enough to close them around his bottom lip. There was a little "pop" as she pulled away which seemed to punctuate the moment for them both. "Well, good night. Nice dreams!" she said to him and then she had walked up the stairs to her room Even without turning around, she could feel her son's eyes glued to her partially covered ass.
