Bettie Bondage - Valentine's Day Breakup Sex with Mom
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Valentine’s Day. You saved up for months to take your girlfriend to this new French restaurant. Bought her fancy lingerie. You even got a hotel room. But…she broke up with you. On the day! What the fuck.
Your mom saw the gift bag in the trash, and came into your room to talk to you about it. She’s having her own issues on Valentines, with your asshole stepdad, Jack. More like Jack Off. You hate that guy, don’t know what she sees in him. And now, he’s bailed on her on Valentines Day, when she’s 8 months pregnant! What a jerk.
She commiserates with you, telling you she knows it’s an invasion of privacy but she read the card you wrote for your girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend. She wants you to know how sweet it was, what a good guy you are. What a caring, kind partner you are. What a mistake your ex made, breaking up with you. You’re not sure but…it sort of feels like she’s…no. That can’t be. Is your mom flirting with you?
You lean into it a little, asking to see the dress she bought for her date. It’s sexy, slinky. Your cock stirs in your pants, imagining what her heavy, full pregnant tits would look like straining the sleek, thin fabric. Under the guise of being a sweet, good, kind, encouraging guy–just like she said–you tell her not to return it, to try it on and enjoy it! For herself, of course. Shyly, she smiles, and goes to try it on.
When she comes back, you get rock hard in an instant. It’s SUCH a slutty dress! The back is ultralow, and the front hangs and stretches in all the right spots, giving you a show. A part of her must know that. I mean, you’re a man, and she’s wearing this sexy dress, pressing against your legs as she sits on the bed.
“I just don’t know what underwear to wear with it. I mean, not that it matters…”
You tell her to open the gift bag from your gift. You want her to have what's inside. You think she’ll like it. Watching her reveal the matching bra and panty set makes you so hard it aches, knowing that she’s lost in the moment. You tell her to try them on. No, don’t leave. You’ll close your eyes, you lie, peeking through as she slides the dress down, her breasts looking delicious and huge. You want to take it out right there, surprise her with your hard cock. Your lonely, attention starved mother stood up on Valentine’s day.
But you don’t need to wait long for that to transpire on its own. Trying on the lingerie, hearing you compliment her. You know she’s getting wet for you, excited and willing and horny for you. Even if you are her son. A woman has her limits, and her needs.
