I’m your 21 year old son. I’m in my bedroom and you come to get me ready for school. I’m sitting in a chair in my bedroom and there’s a bed in it as well.
KISSING & RUBBING
YOU: Hey son, your brother and sister are almost ready for school, your dad’s driving you. You have a fever? You’re just don’t want to go to school. Let me feel if you’re hot.
You press your cheek against my head. You then kiss my forehead gently, maternally.
YOU: You feel fine. What? It felt good when mommy kissed you? You want another kiss, son? On the lips. You’re such a momma’s boy. Okay, son. Mommy will kiss you.
You kiss me on the lips, then you’re startled as I slip you my tongue in yours.
YOU: Son, wait. we shouldn’t kiss like that. You want another kiss? Okay. I spoil you too much…
You kiss me again, really moaning as we kiss. Then I pull your hand down toward my crotch. I’m making you to rub your hand back and forth over my pajamas against my cock. You keep rubbing me as you protest:
YOU: Son! You can’t press mommy’s hand against your x That’s an erection. You’ve gotten excited, baby. But we can’t be doing this. This is called , son.
