"I'm only doing this for your mental health, honey, and because you were a good boy these last few weeks."Sipping his coffee, Dan tried to slip his hand under the table, gently pulling the skin on his cock, his eyes never straying from mother's breasts for a second."Danny!" She glared at him angrily. "Please keep your hands on the table where I can see them.""Sorry, Mom," whispered Dan, but one movement was enough to make a little white fluid ooze out on his cock.Nancy's nostrils dilated as did her eyes. She tried to interrupt it with the smell of coffee. Her nipples hardened, as did her son's cock, and the skin on her breasts became covered with goosebumps."Gosh...That smell," said Nancy thoughtfully, covering her eyes."What smell?" he asked."Just...keep your...hands...on the table... Ugh, gosh."He strained to keep his hands on it until he felt someone else's touch. Nancy's left hand went under the table and gently touched Dan's pink tip. The cup of coffee in her right hand t
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