LOGINThe childlike glee quickly turns to a more manly aggression though as he commences to massage her tits with a fierce, frenzied determination. One hand on each, he thumbs her nipples with crazed abandon. He is curious to see how much she can take of this "rough" treatment before she protests.She allows him some latitude before finally snapping, "Honey . . . you know how sensitive mommy's tits are . . . be gentle with them baby," she says breathlessly bringing her hands up to bat his away.Their mouths come together in a wet, hot kiss that sparks July 4th like fireworks in each of their respective hearts. His hands find her tits once more and this time, respecting her wishes, his cradles them gently in each of his hands.One of Amanda's hands, seemingly acting on its own accord, travels down boldly to his crotch. She grips his large hard penis through the denim of his jeans as her heart surges with excitement.She begins to stroke his hard cock as she shoves her tongue aggressively int
He licks in lips in savage anticipation as his eyes settle on those fully erect, jutting nipples that looked to be as hard as a pair of freshly minted pencil erasers standing out proudly from the dark tangerine tips of her areolas.Again he smacks his lips as he dreams of what it must be like to once again roll his tongue over those elegant, stately nipples of hers sucking them deeply in his mouth."Well what does my baby think of his mother's tits? Should I be worried honey?" Her voice is gentle and soothing like a quiet summer rain. She bats her long, languid eyelashes at him. In the semi-darkness of the office her tumbles of russet brown hair seem to shine with unearthly beauty.He barely notices her honeyed voice, or her batting those languorous eyelashes at him over her lovely walnut shaped green eyes. The exquisite dark tresses of her hair, styled to perfection just for him tonight, go unnoticed.Instead, his mind, body and soul are all fixated on one thing and one thing alone—t
"I just don't think they look so very nice anymore honey." She manages to make her voice sound both sincere and grave all at once. There is no acting involved now. She is worried more than a little about what the ravages of time are doing, or may do, to her once mighty and proud breasts.He decides to call what he perceives to be her bluff for he doubted she really feels that way.If so, why had she worn such a tight blouse tonight? Why had she so nonchalantly left the top three button undone? There are the foremost questions in his mind at the moment. The answer was she wanted to show off of course because, despite her words of worry, she is still proud of her imposing boobs."I don't think you really believe that yourself Mom. Now come on admit it. You don't believe that!!" He tells her all this with a quiet offhanded laugh trying to lighten the mood just a bit. It only made things worse."Laugh all you want young man. But that is the way I feel and if you don't want to convince me
Thankfully, it was not long before Amanda returns. She is flashing a mischievous smile along with a single key."What is the key for?" Jimmy asks doubtfully."Remember my friend Misty. The one that is the manager here.""Yeah.""This is the key to her office at the top of the stairs," Amanda responds happily as she turns to carefully unlatch the chain that barred the entryway to the stairs.Before they head up the stairs she twists back to him and adds with an impish grin, "You said something about 'maybe if we were alone', well so we shall."She holds the chain back and he follows her up the stairs his heart thudding inside his chest.Going up the stairs behind her he found it useless, entirely useless, to even try to keep his eyes off his mother's slightly plump, rounded ass in her short little mini skirt.Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, Jimmy understands, even if at this point he is unwilling to admit such a thing, once they are alone their smoldering passion for one an
Fresh determination fills his heart. He understands he needs to make her believe that she still, even at the age of forty, has an absolutely great set of tits. They have always been her pride of joy and for her to think otherwise will only make her feel old and depressed."You should show them off because, honestly Mom, they are still nice." He wishes he could say something more, maybe something a bit more clever, but among the crowd on the dance floor his clever thoughts do not come easily."What is nice hon?" She knew perfectly well what he is talking about, but wanted to hear him say it out loud.Jimmy presumes as much and plays along wanting to soothe her fragile ego. "Your tits. They are nice Mother. Really nice." His comment sends her ego soaring as she notices how he very much put extra emphasis on the word really.Then he remembers that night of delectable pleasure between them and how she melted over his sweet little innocent boy act and so he quickly adds for her benefit, "A
"Right Mom I have nothing to worry about compared to him. He is a hunk and I might as well be a little kid in comparison."Amanda nestles her mouth in close to his ear, her heart beating rapidly as this was her grand opening. "There are advantages to being a little kid you know.""Really . . . such as?""For one thing, little kids get cuddled and kissed by their mommies. That is not so bad huh?" she purrs to him quietly before moving her lips down to his.On the dark dance floor their lips find each other. They kiss- slow and easy- both remembering that fateful night when she provided him with so much love and comfort. Over and over again they exchange loving kisses during the balance of the song.Short, sweet, shy kisses, as they both seem to be testing the waters. They dare not let their kisses linger for fear of what might happen right there on the dance floor.The pleasing little kisses, along with the sensation of his Mom's big, soft pillowy breasts pushing against his chest caus







