Taboo Heat: Tales Too Hot To Handle
I run my finger inside the waistband of his shorts but outside the panties.
"A different style. You've been shopping."
Dereck says nothing, cereal bowl in one hand, coffee in the other. As I make my next move, my robe opens, and boob number two says hello.
"Um, mom, your, um, robe."
I look down at my cute little boobs with the rock-hard half-inch nipples.
"Oh, well, you've seen them now, the tiny things that they are."
Dereck, breathing deeply. 'Um, they, um, look nice, mom."