How Delicious To Indulge And Observe Such Delightful Sensuality.

Ah the sweetness of mature discoveries.

It’s never too late to come out. Sometimes it takes a younger woman to teach you…

Inside me/the journey (Part two).

I turned on the radio. As I was listening to the music. I started to feel something hard. I reposition my ass, but it didn't go away. I also noticed my son got real quiet. "It wasn't there when I first sat down." I thought to myself. Then I realized what I was feeling. My son was getting a hard on. I really didn't think about giving him a hard on by sitting on his lap. I could feel it still growing. "My god," I thought to myself. "How big is it going to get." I wondered what he was thinking. Does he think I can't feel it between the crack of my ass? I looked down at my legs. My dress had rose up a little more. I could almost see my panties. My son's hands was on the seat on each side of me. I wondered if he could see how high my dress had ridden up. I realized I like the idea of my dress being up so high. It gave me a little thrill knowing I could give my son a hard on. We only been on the road for about an hour. There was still four hours to go. I knew my husband couldn't see how high my dress was or he would be looking at my legs. The TV block everything from his view. I felt my son shift his body around. When he did his dick ended up on the back of my ass. I kinda wished he would try something."How you doing back there, son," I asked him."I'm Ok, mom, how are you feeling?""I like what I'm feeling," I answered him. "Are your arms getting tired where you have them?""Yea, it's a little uncomfortable,""Here try this to see if it feels better," I said as I took a hold of both of his hands and placed them on my bare thighs. "Is that better?""Yea, that's a lot better."I looked down. When I put his hands high on my thighs, I put them palms down. His thumbs were resting on the inside of my thighs, very close to my panties. I liked what it looked like. I wished he'd move them up and touch my pussy. I knew he wouldn't. The more I felt his hands on me, the more I wanted him to feel me. I rested my hands on his. This seemed very innocence. I started rubbing the top of his hands. Just like any mother would, but I had something different in mind. I looked over at my husband. I liked the idea of my son's hands on me with my husband right there. As I rubbed his hands I tried to move them up my thighs just a little. He didn't give me any resistance. Now his hands were on my skirt with his fingers still on my bare thighs. I rose up a little so I could pull my skirt up a little.

Jessica had decided to go for the full body experience after the disappointing basic massage on offer.

The best part of being chauffeured, for both parties.

Hmm an interesting admission.

Just getting hotter with those stockings and heels.

What it says on the tin!.

My my just adore those boobs, and the nipples superb.

Cowbor19x

Dressed for the kill?