Adultery Mom's fun

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Spencer thought about it. "I don't know... I think knowing that I'd get to keep watching you is what's nice." 

"Really?" Breanna asked. She straightened her posture and swept her hair back. "You're telling me that if I let you watch me wear a slutty outfit that my tits and ass were popping out of, lured some horny guy over to me, rubbed my ass into his big hard cock to see how much harder I could make him, bent over to make him feel like his cock was fucking me from behind, teased him while he grabbed my tits and body, stuck my tongue into his mouth, reached my hand into his pants so I could jerk him off while he rubbed my soaking wet pussy, and then snuck off with him to see how much of his dick I could fit in my mouth and sucked him off like a massive slut until he pumped his load into my mouth, you really wouldn't have deleted a fuckin' video to see that?" 

Sitting in his desk chair, Spencer felt his perspiring skin sticking to the composite leather. His cock was already at full-mast. He was in a daze from how his mom had just talked to him. Gathering enough saliva in his mouth so he could speak, the son breathily answered, "If it was like that, I'm pretty sure I would've." 

Standing on the carpet of her son's room, Breanna echoed her son, "Only 'pretty sure'?... Spence, I had a feeling you weren't gonna change your mind about deleting it for no reason. So, I knew I had to come with something you wanted. And I think this something will definitely make it worth it for you." 

He had no idea what the offer would be, but Spencer was in the mood to listen to anything his mom had to say. "Okay. What?" 

Breanna simply suggested, "You should take a friend to Comic-Con on Friday. But instead of going with another friend on Saturday, tell him you're grounded, and then take me." 

That was the last and most bizarre solution that Spencer had expected. He did not know how to respond. "I mean, why? Like, how is ditching my friend, who actually likes that stuff, to hang out- Like, why would that make me delete the video?" 

With a hint of smugness, the gorgeous mother replied, "You're going to do it because I saw how other women go there dressed like fun sluts, and I was thinkin' I'd wear my Slave Leia costume all day. I'd fit right in. And then, with the thousands of horny guys walking around and the zillion after-parties, I'm sure you and I can find a place where you can watch me do to some guy everything I did to that guy at Malcolm's. And without worrying about your father walking in, I can go a lot harder and a lot slower. And you will be standing right there." 

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Spencer was running hot. The thought of walking around all day with his mom in that bikini costume made his forehead feel moist. He knew his mom wanted the video to disappear. He knew she could be toying with his hormones to get him to delete his only prayer he had of fucking her. He knew he would only get to watch her once. But his mom's offer sounded like it would be the greatest day of his life, and she had made him horny enough where was willing to accept it. "Oh my god, that sounds perfect." 

"I know. It would be perfect for you," his mom encouraged. 

"So you're really gonna do that right in front of me? How d'you know you'll find a place to do it? What if I can't see?" 

Breanna jokingly smiled, "I'm guessing you're referring to the part where I'm on my knees and you're seeing how good I am at sucking dick?" 

Spencer exhaled, hotly, "Yeah." 

"There're tons of places in bars and nightclubs to sneak away for a blowjob without anyone seeing. Believe me, I know. And I promise you'll get a much better view than you did last time. You'll get to see everything. So, is it a deal?" 

The promise seemed so wonderful that the son was skeptical. "You're not gonna make me delete it and then not follow through, right?" 

Putting her hands up defensively, Breanna assured, "Spence, you don't have to delete it until the deed is done. I know you'll delete it once I do it." 

"Holy shit... You're actually gonna do this." 

Breanna was nearly laughing. "Yeah, I am. I'm not trynna trick you." 

"And you're going to be wearing that costume all day? Nothing over or under it?" 

"Yes, I will look just like I did on Saturday night, but with my heels on. So my legs and ass should look even hotter. It is the most revealing and sexiest thing you will ever see me wear. You're gonna be following me around like a lost puppy. You should take this deal." Glancing down at the erection her son had while sitting in his chair, Breanna rubbed her face. "And for the love of God, Spencer, I know ya can't control that, but please don't wear anything with tights." 

Laughing, Spencer was convinced enough to say, "Ok. Deal." 

It was a weight off of Breanna's shoulders. She knew that her son watching her do something so private would be a strange experience. But in reality, the deal Breanna made with her son required her to do nothing she had not done before. Plus, she was secretly excited about the idea of feeling free and comfortable to wear a costume like that in public view. 

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It was only a few days until Saturday, and Spencer was already overlooking his Friday visit to San Diego with his friend Chris. He called Zach to tell him that he was in trouble for drinking too much and could not take him to Comic-Con on Saturday. Zach was bummed, but Spencer promised to make it up to him by going on a camping trip to Lake Tahoe. 

The only thing left for Spencer to worry about was what he was going to wear to the convention. He had planned on wearing a t-shirt both days and not getting into costume. The thought of matching his mom, though, and making it look like they were together, caused a change of heart. 

Similarly to his mom, Spencer was not a Star Wars fan. In fact, he had only a passing interest in comic books and movies. He liked tv shows that involved using computers to catch criminals, which sometimes overlapped. Spencer needed to search online for costume, or 'cosplay', ideas to match his mom. He discovered a few solid options, but one option was perfect. It was so perfect that it could make his mom feel uncomfortable. 

"Hey I'm thinking of wearing this costume Saturday. It kind of matches yours. This character is Leia's son so it works on that level too. Is it cool if I wear it with you?" In a text message to his mom, Spencer attached an image of a shirtless Kylo Ren, who, as Spencer had just learned himself, was Leia's son with Han Solo. Kylo had long black hair, and Spencer's was a medium-length brown. But if his mom could be a blonde Leia, then Spencer did not think it mattered. 

Twenty minutes later, Breanna responded, "This is your thing & you bought the tix. I wouldn't tell you to not wear something. I guess it would match & make sense. I'd prefer ppl not know we're mom & son but I get stared at anyway. Guess it's up to you." 

It was not a no, and that was all Spencer needed to order the costume parts. 

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On Friday morning, Spencer woke up early to head to San Diego with Chris. He had known Chris since his days in the high college's computer science club. Everything from the drive to San Diego, to the entrance lines, to the convention center, was congested. But the atmosphere had colorful energy. 

The convention center was full of banners, booths, merchandise, and the bizarre things that one could only find in a place like this. The craftsmanship and effort that people put into their cosplay were incredible. And as Spencer had already seen on Instagram, there were plenty of attractive women in outfits that were even more revealing than they were in movies. Unsurprisingly, some women were wearing a Slave Leia costume, but they did not even hold a candle to Breanna. 

Throughout the long day, Spencer found himself daydreaming about walking around with his mom and having fun with her. He imagined how much attention she would get just by walking down the aisles in her revealing costume. He imagined her exposed legs, her flat stomach, her breasts jiggling as she walked, and her model-like smile. 

Despite it being a great day and the convention center remaining open for three more hours, Spencer convinced Chris to head home early on the promise of beating traffic. The reality was that Spencer was expecting a long day with his mom, and he wanted to be fully charged. 

When Spencer got home, he encountered his mom in the living room. 

"How was it?" She asked. 

"It's a wild place, and there's so much to do. I can't wait to show you tomor-" 

Breanna frantically cut her son off by holding her finger to her lips. It reminded Spencer of when she did that after gulping down a mouthful of the stranger's jizz. Whispering, the mom explained, "I told your father you and I are goin' to the mountains for a mom-son day. So don't say anything. And what time did you wanna leave? He usually wakes up around 8. We need to be outta here before then." 

Loving the hushed planning, the son grinned. "We should leave around 6:45 anyway." 

Breanna gave him a thumbs up and went back to looking at her phone. 

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It was 6 in the morning when Spencer's alarm went off. He was well-rested and already had enough energy to jump out of bed. He looked at his costume resting on his chair. It comprised of faux leather pants, black boots, a black utility belt, and a plastic lightsaber. 

After his shower, to be safe, Spencer carried his outfit into the downstairs bathroom. He changed in there to not risk his dad waking up early to see him ready to hike in black leather pants. Spencer threw a shirt on for the time being, since he would soon be walking out to the car in broad daylight. 

Apparently, his mom had a similar idea. Spencer was in the kitchen drinking juice when his mom stepped out of the laundry room. She was wearing a long, beige trench coat- likely the same one she was wearing on that infamous night. The only visible signs of her costume were her hair braid and gold accessories on her hair, wrist, and around her neck. 

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Spencer looked down at her feet, and she was in walking shoes. 

"I wasn't gonna drive in heels," his mom explained, in a hushed tone. 

"You have both of them though, right?" Spencer ribbed. 

Breanna sarcastically laughed. "They're both in the car. We should leave now. We'll get breakfast sandwiches somewhere." 

"Ok. Do you have everything for your costume?" The son had been dreaming of a magical day, and with some anxiety, he considered the nightmare of getting all the way there and his mom missing an essential part of her costume and the whole plan falling apart. 

Breanna had her makeup all done and had been up since 5 so she could go to the gym. She was sure she was ready. With a peek down her trench coat that lasted a split-second, Breanna quipped, "Yep, I can see all of it's on. Let's get going." 

Just as when he had investigated his parents last week, a similar rush was coming to Spencer. Spencer and Breanna hurried to the family's hybrid SUV and silently peeled out of the driveway. 

They were on the road, and it was exciting. Spencer pulled down his sun visor and used the mirror to help draw a thin scar going down the right side of his face with a red makeup pen. "It's for my cosplay," he answered his mom before she could ask. 

"So what's the plan for when we get there? What's there to do?" Breanna asked her son. 

"There's pretty much an endless supply of things and activities. I saw some cool things that didn't have insane lines. I don't know if there are any types of things you'd like to do?" 

Breanna turned to Spencer and shrugged. "I'm up for anything. Whatever you're interested in doing. Other than giving a stranger the greatest night of his life tonight and pretending not to notice how much you're checkin' me out all day, I don't have any plans." 

Spencer exhaled while muttering something to himself. "So, do you wear this every time you go to Malcolm's? Is it, like, part of how you 'lure' guys in?" 

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"No, they're almost always black-tie affairs. Though, I don't seem to have a problem drawing attention in a skin-tight, high-cut cocktail dress either," the mom said, with a slight swagger. "They have a few costume or theme parties every year. But whenever I need to wear a costume for a party, I wear this. And as you got to see, it's a popular one." 

"Yeah, it was," Spencer agreed. "So, how did all of it start? Like, how did the first guy know he could flirt with you, and how did all the other guys find out?" 

Breanna racked her brain. "Well, Malcolm invited us over for cocktails, trying to bury the hatchet. I was upstairs talking to some guy while your dad was having a one-on-one with Malcolm. It was just light, kind of everyday-flirting for me. But for him, he thought it meant a lot more. He made a move and kissed me. I don't know why, but I kind of liked it. I was gonna walk away but I felt his cock grow into my thigh and I guess somethinghappened in my head. I kissed him back, he told me he had a condom, and next thing he knew I had him balls-deep in my pussy." Breanna was almost gloating. "And you know how guys are. He probably told a bunch of other guys, and now they all want their shot. And I don't make it too easy for 'em." 

Spencer was amazed by how his mom told the story, and he did not know what to say. 

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"So, are there actually a lot of other women dressed like this? I'm not gonna be the Whore of Comic-Con? Not that I have much of a choice, now." 

Spencer realized his mom wanted to change the conversation. He chuckled, "I'm sure I just noticed them more, but there were a lot of women dressed that way. But none of them had you're- uh- You're not wearing too little, mom. But if you're asking if you're gonna stand out, then yes." 

"Okay." Breanna blushed at her son's compliment. 



After getting breakfast in a drive-thru, they journeyed the final miles to San Diego. They were there early, and the center of the city was already a zoo. 

"Holy crap!" Breanna exclaimed, seeing how big of an event it really was. There were waves of people, and it was stop-and-go traffic until they could finally get to a parking spot. "This is nuts! How many people go to this?" 

"I think somewhere around 150,000 for the weekend." 

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After the car was parked, they stepped out into the sun a number of blocks away from the badge pick-up. Unnaturally, Spencer removed his shirt so he could meander inside a building without it. He could not imagine how odd his mom was about to feel. 

Spencer hopped onto the sidewalk by his mom. Breanna examined his black pants and the toned muscles of his abs rising out of them, leading up to his broad chest and strong neck. "Been hitting the gym?" She asked, rhetorically. 

Spencer grinned, humbled by his mom's comment. 

"I'm actually glad you chose that costume 'cause now maybe all the creeps will be too scared of you to harass me." 

With her feet inserted into her heels, Breanna could see her son's gaze was on her trench coat. "Don't worry, it's coming off," she explained it as if she were talking to a child. It felt crazy to be doing it in public, especially in front of her son, but Breanna untied the beige belt and opened the jacket. Spencer watched as her bikini top and her front veil became visible. Her legs and stomach looked even smoother and more toned in the sunlight. Her 34DD breasts seemed to be popping out of the bikini top, just as she had promised, and shining in the summer sun along with the faux-brass decorations. Her black mascara created depth to her blue eyes and made them more hypnotizing. 



It was an unusual sensation for Breanna. She felt exposed and vulnerable. Her heartbeat accelerated from her growing anxiety. She was fine being the scantily-dressed one among friends, but this was a public event. The mother scanned the oncoming stream of people from down the sidewalk. And she saw a woman approaching with colored hair and a baseball bat. The woman was wearing fishnets and a pair of hot pants that might as well have been underwear. Breanna calmed down and was relieved that she could comfortable in her skimpy attire. 



Embracing the warm rays on her abundance of exposed skin, Breanna turned her attention back to her son. She, out of a point of pride, wanted to gauge the reaction of her date. Her son's face did not leave her guessing. If they had been in an animated cartoon, Spencer's jaw would have been on the concrete, drooling. 


With a boost to her ego, Breanna teased, "Uh, what did I say about not wearing tight pants?" Spencer's concentration broke. His mom was referencing the outlined rod, being constrained diagonally in his pants. He remedied the situation by shifting his utility belt, which held the lightsaber, over his erection. "You, uh- Wow, you look good, Mom," he stammered. 



Her son's heartfelt compliment made Breanna blush and grew her confidence. "Thanks. And lucky for you, too, I'm having a good boob day." 



The entranced son nodded in total agreement. 



"Well, let's head in, and you can enjoy yourself inside." 


Breanna turned down the sidewalk. Spencer could see the added effect her heels as it accentuated the shape of her booty. Her slender rear veil, which barely covered her butt cheeks and the back of her legs, tantalizingly blew in the ocean breeze as she walked. 

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When he was there the day before with his friend, Spencer had wondered how long it was going to take before his mom started turning heads. Now, he felt foolish for thinking it would take any time. As they approached the queue for badge pick-up, men and women alike were magnetized by Breanna's presence. She was being checked out constantly from all angles. 

"I think you're already becoming famous," Spencer joked. 

"Don't pretend ya don't like the attention I'm getting," his mom winked back, then laughed with her son. 

When they got closer to the entrance, they really started to feel the energy of the building. The colors and sounds made it feel like another universe. Spencer focused his mind in the pop-culture bonanza so that he could ignore his desire to reach out and touch the stunning woman standing next to him. 

Spencer placed his lanyard and badge from the day before over his neck. His mom got her badge and clipped it to the side of her brass belt so it would not be slapping against her chest all day. 

After finishing with check-in, they were free to seize the day. Even Breanna was filled with wonderment from the electricity in the atmosphere. It was crowded, and you could barely see the floor, but it added to the sense of comradery. They began walking through the aisles and aisles and aisles of shops and booths. Spencer could hardly believe he had gotten to this point. He was actually there with his mom. They were in, and he felt unworthy of the deal his mom had offered him, but he had no complaints. His eyes continually oscillated between the sights of the convention and his sexy mom. The muscles in her thighs, the natural sway of her booty, the rippling in her breasts, the white teeth in her smile- all of those things were more sensational than Spencer had daydreamed. But it was the smaller things, such as the gloss on her lips, the batting of her eyelashes, the white tips of her fingernails, and the content curvature of her lips, that made his mom the aesthetic beauty she was. And as Spencer was starting to see, all of those physical features were perfect tools for her fun-loving personality and crafty mind. 



The mother and son explored different exhibits that offered all sorts of collectibles and comics. There were booths of attractive women taking photos with fans and selling autographed posters. They were women who were famous for modeling sexy cosplay on Instagram with their fit bodies (their large chests being the focus). The women drew Spencer's eye, but none of them had the elegant face and self-confident swagger of his mom. 



Breanna caught her son checking them out, and she teased, "Oh... so that's why we're here. They're pretty hot, huh?" 


"Uh, yep. I think you have 'em beat, though." 
"Of course I do... Mine are real." Breanna waited until the joke hit her distracted son, and they then shared in another laugh. 



Apparently, other people felt the same way as Spencer. Once the mom and son walked into an area where people were not too crammed together to see, a group of male friends approached Breanna and asked if they could take their picture with her. It was commonplace for people to ask dedicated cosplayers for photos. It was considered an honor and the sign of a job well done. 



Breanna shot a puzzled look at her son. Spencer whispered to her, "This happens to cosplayers. It means they like your costume." 



Though, Breanna had a good idea of what the men really liked about her costume. She was aware that photos of her could be posted to social media, but she doubted anyone she knew would be examining posts from Comic-Con attendees. "Yeah, I guess a picture is fine." 


The three men happily gathered next to Breanna and handed Spencer an iPhone. Sure, go ahead, why not make me take it?Spencer pressed the camera button twice and handed the phone back. The men graciously thanked Breanna. The brief photoshoot had to have turned more heads because, suddenly, men were flocking around Breanna in hopes of getting a photo op. Spencer soon found himself in the role of convention photographer. Maybe the men thought she was an Instagram model there for exposure and that Spencer was her photographer. Either way, guys were lining up to put their arm around Breanna and smile. They were asking her if she could hold a lightsaber, point in a certain direction, or strike any number of poses. 



Breanna shrugged at her son in a sorry-but-watcha-gonna-do way. A man in a Han Solo t-shirt handed Breanna a Blaster and asked if they could pose with the guns back-to-back. 



"Yeah, I guess that's fine," the gorgeous woman agreed, finding it easier to go with the flow. With the entire length of her leg exposed, Breanna felt their butts and backs lean against each other while she instinctively provided a sexy pose. 



The married mother was becoming absorbed and enthralled with the attention. Upon seeing her provocatively pose with that male attendee, the other awaiting men wanted the same treatment. Eventually, a man in a Stormtrooper helmet walked up to Breanna and asked, "Can we pose in a way where it, like, looks like I captured you?" 


"Uhh... I guess so. How would we do that?" Breanna had an inkling of what he wanted. 

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The man's face was hiding in a helmet, but his nervous voice was wavering. "Like, I don't know. Maybe, like, me holding you back in some way and you looking like you're struggling to get away? Or something like that?" 

Breanna could tell by her son's face that he was enjoying the attention she was getting as much as she was. "I like that idea," Breanna responded. "Maybe a hostage type of thing where you're pulling me away and I'm tryna break free?" 

The man nodded profusely. He cautiously stepped behind Breanna. She reached back and guided his arm onto her lower stomach. The bikini-clad woman joked, "You're gonna need to wrap your arms around me. Otherwise, it's just gonna look like a really weird family photo." 

The man put his other arm loosely on her lower stomach. Breanna added, "If you want me to not break free, you have to hold me tighter than that..." 

The Stormtrooper was unsure. Breanna helped him by bending her knees rocking back into him. Her butt had a surprise meeting with a hard dick. And she realized why the man had been hesitant to pull her in tightly. 

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Since it was a sensation Breanna experienced every time she wore this costume, it was no problem at all. The erect guy behind her was shocked that the woman, who was way out of his league, was resting her firm booty on his crotch. She had to have felt it. Spencer looked on as the man tightly wrapped his arms around his mom's waist. 

"Good job," Breanna encouraged him. She then bent the top of her body forward slightly and reached out for help, her face showing despair. Her round butt had shifted against the man's stimulated package. 

Thinking with his cock, the man shifted his hips so that his erection would brush against the veil-covered butt, allowing him to feel its texture on his penis. In full view of Spencer, who had just taken the photo, Breanna responded to the man's gesture with a little wiggle in her hips. She heard the guy lowly grunt through his helmet. She then pushed his arms away. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," she bantered. 

The guy conveniently let his hands dangle over his crotch as he took his phone back from Spencer. 

The mom then waved her son over and said, "We probably shouldn't spend the whole day here. Let's go see what else there is." 

Spencer had liked the direction his mom was going in with the photos, but he wanted to spend some quality time with her as well. It continued to be a genuinely fun mother-son day. Spencer and Breanna conversed the entire time as they explored the convention. They went to a sneak preview of an upcoming tv show, over to the technology hub, and to pavillions outside. 



Time was flying by. Breanna had a permanent smile, and it was not just because of the men continually stopping her to request a sexy picture. Spencer, whose upper body was on full display, was receiving his fair share of glances from the ladies as well. 



When standing in an outdoor food line near the bay, the breeze was catching Breanna's veils. Each time it alluringly revealed the edge of her right butt cheek. Spencer tried to will it to fly even more to the side with his mind. Whether Spencer had an unknown superpower or there was divine intervention, a larger gust of wind came and whipped his mom's veils far to the side, revealing nearly all of Breanna's squat-built butt cheeks. 


Breanna instinctively slapped her arm over her front veil to catch the waving fabric, but the back was left to flap in the breeze. She turned to see her son staring at her bare ass. She was now practically naked from the back. Only small strips of skin were covered by her bikini straps and the tail of her g-string bikini bottom. Even with his utility belt covering the outline of his cock, the weird bend in Spencer's waistband let Breanna know her son was still hard. Wow, this is really is your lucky day. I'd hold it back down, but mother nature clearly wants you to see it," she hilariously muttered in his direction. 



Spencer nodded, his throat tight. "This is the best day. You have a really nice butt." 



The compliment made Breanna blush again. "Thanks, I'm aware." She then cryptically added, "Later tonight, when you're watching me do unspeakable things with some poor guy, I'll have to remember how much you enjoy looking at it." 



After they got their dinner and found a place to sit on the lawn, Spencer savored the opportunity to sit directly facing his mom. She had a truly beautiful face and a smile-inducing presence. Spencer thought that even if she were the type of woman that would cheat on him every couple weeks by giving blowjobs to random dudes, he would still want to marry her. Then again, based on his newly-found kinks, her doing that probably would have been another reason to marry her. 



"So, Mom, have you seen anyone you'd like to do things with later?" Spencer asked in a hushed tone. 


Breanna swallowed a mouthful or her burrito and replied, "Ha-ha, of course, I have. There are a ton of attractive men here. But it's not like I'm gonna decide now and tell a guy to meet me somewhere. Part of the fun is deciding in the moment and letting them come to me." With a tinge of awkwardness, Spencer followed, "Well, I saw you already having fun with that Stormtrooper when he took that pic with you." 



"I couldn't help myself." A guilty smile appeared. "I think the best fun happens in those random and unexpected ways. For example, my costume blowing up back there is probably your best memory so far, and neither of us knew it would happen. In life, I've just learned how to create those spontaneous moments myself. And guys are so easy to play with." 



Spencer analyzed what his mom had said, and a nagging thought of his resurfaced. In a more serious tone, he asked, "Did you purposefully turn me on so that I'd agree to this deal where you only had to let me watch you once?" 



The muscles in Breanna's face relaxed. "Would it really matter if that's what I did?" 


"Well, yeah..." Spencer pondered his mom's point. "Yeah, because you were gonna let me watch you every time for forever. Now, you talked me down to just one day." 

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"Yes, you are down to one day. But you're forgetting that the reason you like watching me so much that it gets you off. That's really what it's all about for you. You wanna get off to me. Even if I did turn you on just to get you to watch me only once in a place far away, I'm still spending the day turning you on and helping you get off. Tell me that's not better than watching me through a window." 

"I- Maybe..." Spencer knew she had a point, but he was skeptical of her intentions. 

"Think about it... Why does it matter why I'm turning you on? You can just enjoy it. Like right now, your face is literally two feet away from my boobs. When would you have ever seen them like this? When would you have ever seen my bare ass? You get to watch guys flirt with me and me flirt back with them all day. I'm dressed like a complete slut for you, and you get to enjoy it without saying sorry. And tonight, you're gonna watch your mom get out onto the dancefloor, be surrounded by a bunch of hard cocks, and then finally choose the biggest one to rub her basically bare ass against. Then, you're gonna watch me take him somewhere private, get down on my knees, and suck his dick until he cums in my fucking mouth. And you get to know I did it all for you. And the entire time, you're gonna be imagining my lips are wrapped around your cock, but at the same time, knowing it's just some random guy's because your sexy mom is such a hot fucking slut." 

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Spencer nearly choked on his burrito. It took him a moment to swallow and calm his heart rate. "You're doing it again," Spencer alleged. "You've been doing it all day. I know you're just going to keep doing it so I don't think about how the deal's not fair. I know that's how you get dad to not care how you dress for Malcolm's parties. Now, I'm going to think about what you're really doing every time you try to turn me on." 

"Fine, you caught me," Breanna shrugged. "But you've had a boner all day, so clearly I was doing a good job of making you happy. At least tell me what I did that distracted you the most." 

"I knew that's what you were doing the whole time!" Spencer proclaimed. "And I don't know. The butt thing was good, but you didn't try to do that. I guess I got really distracted earlier when you were modeling with those guys." 

"Yeah," Breanna giggled, "you really do like seeing me do stuff with other guys. So, what about that exactly is so hot to you? Was it how bad they wanted me? Was it knowing they were doing sexy poses with your mom? Was it thinking about what I could do to them? Was it imagining I was doing it with you? What turned you on?" 

Spencer thought back to what his mom had done when she took that photo with the Stormtrooper, and then he connected it to what his mom did at the cocktail party. "I mean, all those things made it hot. I think maybe why I like it so much is the way you surprise them by what you do to them and what you let them do to you. Like how you rubbed your butt into that guy and how you kept pushing the Black Panther's hands down but then let him feel you up. I could tell how much you liked it doing it too. It makes it feel like you shouldn't be doing it, but do it anyway." 

"Gotcha," Breanna nodded. She noticed how perceptive her son was. "So, it's not just that you like seeing me behave like the horny slut I am? You like seeing how I give them things they never expected, and you get to know it's all because I wanna drive them fucking crazy..." Yeah, that's a really good way of putting it." 



"Look, Spence," the mom yielded, "I know you're frustrated with me and feel like I tricked you. But I did think today was a reasonable and fun way to put the video behind us. I'm sorry you think I took advantage of your feelings, but I am trying to give you your dream day. I mean, I even let you see way more of my butt than you ever should. I could've covered it up right away if I wanted to. But if you truly think you got a raw deal, then we can head home now and go back to our stalemate. And try to come up with some other solution." 



The mom collected her thoughts. "And if you feel like I'm just working you up again to distract you, then fine. But, Spencer, if you stay and honor the deal we made, I swear to god that tonight I am going to be so fucking hot; such a fucking slutty tease; and so fucking dirty, passionate, and sexy; that every single time you look at me for the rest of my life, that thick cock of yours is going to get hard. And I will not even ask why, because I will already know. Every time you look at my ass, you're gonna think about a stranger's hands grabbing it and begging me to grind it into him harder. Every time you look at my tits, you're gonna remember how I used them to get men to do the nastiest things. And every time you look at my mouth and into my eyes, you're gonna think about how fucking perfect I look with a stranger's dick fucking my mouth and how bad you can see I want it in my eyes. You're gonna remember every single thing I do tonight for the rest of your life, from the look on my face, to how I basically let a stranger fuck me on the dancefloor. You are going to be so fucking happy with what I do tonight that I guarantee you're gonna cum to this moment constantly." 


"Holy shit..." Spencer went to swallow, but he had no saliva. He felt as if she had taken control of his mind and body. His mom had a completely different tone than she had when she was turning him on earlier. This was not a playful statement. This had to be the blunt truth. But Spencer had been fooled before. "You're not tricking me again, right? It's actually gonna be like that?" Spencer jolted out of instinct. Breanna had kicked her heel out and was pressing the sole of her shoe against his erection. She grabbed her son's lanyard, yanking his head forward so his eyes were mere inches from hers. He could feel his mom's breath on his face. 



Breanna flicked her ankle twice, making her son groan lightly. "It's not a trick, Spence. It will be burned into your memory. Feel how hard I'm making you right now? Feel how bad you want me?" 



The mindblown son nodded his head. 



"Every time you see me after tonight, you're gonna remember what I did, and you're gonna be this turned on. If I don't deliver, you can keep the damn video." 



Spencer's body was trembling. "Ok. Let's stay." 



Their final two hours of the convention were spent meandering around the San Diego convention center. Spencer was walking with his mom, but his mind was somewhere else. He could only think of what his mom was on the verge of doing. 



When masses of people began to clear the convention area, Spencer suggested, "We should probably head out now and find an after-party." 



Breanna shouldered her son and mocked, "Someone's getting excited..." The mom and son laughed, and Breanna followed, "I have to say, I'm getting excited too. I think it's time we head out and have a different kind of fun." 


"Hell yes! I did some research, and I think I know where the best after-parties are." 

[nandoghosh]

"I actually did some research, too. And we don't want the bestones- I can find horny guys anywhere. We need the right one. And I think, if my 'intel' is good, that I found it." 

"What 'intel' do you have? What makes it the right one?" Spencer asked as they set off into the darkened city. 

"It's an eighteen-and-over club, it has a lot of people, it has a coat check, private VIP areas, and even an enclosed space out back. I don't know how things will shake out because, obviously, I don't these places like I know Malcolm's. So, I think it's good to go to a place that has a ton of options." 

Given his background, Spencer was humbled that his mom had outstrategized him. He guessed that while his genius shined while on a computer, his mom's shined when it came to sex. 

With how much of a chaotic mess the area had become, getting an Uber seemed improbable. Besides, the weather was lovely. "It's about a 15-minute walk," Breanna informed. 

They made their way down the bar district, and as expected, there were pop-culture fanatics waiting outside in long lines. When they finally stopped in front of the club Breanna had researched, Spencer remarked, "This isn't an awful wait- maybe 45 minutes." 

His mom condescendingly shook her head. "You've clearly never been a hot woman." Breanna took Spencer's hand and walked him around the line on the sidewalk to where two bouncers were standing. Both of them had the reaction Breanna was hoping they would have. 

Letting go of her son's hand, Breanna smiled at the two large men and got to work. "Excuse me, how long do you guys think the wait is? I'm just tryna figure out where to go tonight?" The seated bouncer, who was behind the other and guarding the entrance, enthusiastically said, "Miss, you can head right the hell in." 



"Thank you so much!" Breanna chimed with well-practiced sweetness. "And my friend can come, too?" 



The bouncer looked at the stunning woman's young, shirtless friend. "You can go right in, but he's gonna have to wait. There're too many dudes in here right now." 



"Doesn't seem like a problem to me," Breanna joked, stroking her hair braid. 



The bouncer laughed. He reached to his side and unhooked a velvet rope off its stanchion. "Sorry. He has to wait. But you can go right in." 



This night had been on Breanna's mind all day. The idea of waiting for close to an hour, left with nothing to do but think about her task once she eventually got in, seemed agonizing. Breanna tilted her head and smiled. "What if I tip you?" 



The bouncer waffled. "Miss, I can't roll like that when we're this busy. But, for you? Sure. Normally, I'd ask for a hundred. For you? Fifty." 



Spencer watched as his mom dug into a cup of her bikini top and removed a few bills wrapped around a credit card. Breanna examined her cash and counted three Hundreds, six Twenties, and three Tens. 


From the corner of her eye, the mom could see that her son was watching her. Breanna noticed that the other sizable bouncer was blocking the line. So, she closely stepped next to the seated bouncer's chair and held up one of the Hundreds. The bouncer was interested in the larger bill. He became much more interested as the bikini-clad blonde shoved her hand into his pocket to make her deposit. The bouncer lurched as he felt a warm hand wrap the hundred-dollar bill around his cock, over the lining of his pocket. 



"This," Breanna explained, rubbing his shaft lightly with her thumb, "is for letting my friend in." Breanna then removed her hand. She looked back at her dumbfounded son. She then took another Hundred from her hand and made another intimate deposit. In a seductive voice, she explained, "Thisone is so that later tonight when he and I need some privacy in one of your staff rooms, you've already made sure one is unlocked for us. And these..." Breanna released her grip and returned it when she was holding all six Twenties. "These are for you to pay off whoever the hell you need to pay off to make sure that happens." 



The bouncer felt the manicured fingers helping his erection grow in his dark pants. "Oh fuck... Miss, I'mma do everything I can to make sure there's a room open for ya." 



"You're amazing," Breanna gushed. "And if I have the type of night I wanna have, I might even reach into your boxers to give you this last Hundred." 



The infatuated bouncer nodded. "You will, Miss. I promise." 


Breanna pulled her hand away and waved for Spencer to follow her to the other side of the velvet rope. 

[nandoghosh]

"Mom, that was so cool." Spencer was awestruck. 

Breanna chuckled. "Yeah, I got a good read on him. At least we don't have to go around back to get some privacy." 

"I can't believe you just reached in there." 

With a coy smirk, Breanna reminded him, "I told you you'd have fun." 

The high-ceilinged club was packed with tourists and the electronic music was loud. It was not too dark to see, but the large crowd made it so that only partygoers within a few feet of Breanna were able to see her. 

In a role reversal, an attractive young woman dressed as some form of pixie walked up to a shirtless Spencer and asked if him if he wanted to get a drink. "Sorry," Spencer shouted over the music, "I'm here with her." 

The winged girl looked at Breanna, who she assumed was in her early thirties. Her eyes went wide. "Well, uh, good for you." The pixie awkwardly nodded and disappeared into the crowd. 

"She was cute!" Breanna nudged her son. "I bet you'd be quite popular at parties at college if you walked around with your shirt off." 

Spencer did get his fair amount of attention at parties whilst fully clothed. "I bet you'd be popular too." 

The mom threw her head back in laughter. "Well," she postured, "I'm shirtless now, and I haven't gotten picked up yet." 

Looking around, everyone seemed to be standing in groups. "We need to find a group of guys for you to dance in front of." 

"No, no, no," the mother proudly wagged her finger. "I never chase men. They'll come to me." Breanna grabbed her son's shoulder and spoke loudly into his ear. "And before that happens, you should go make sure there's a room is ready, and find out where it is." 
Spencer nodded and went back to the front door. He got the attention of the seated bouncer. Still aroused, the bouncer already knew why Spencer was there. 



"My boy says he unlocked the office where we keep all the computers and routers and shit. He says it's the door past the bathrooms and on the side- not the one at the end of the hallway, got it?" 



Rather than providing him with the term 'Server Room', Spencer simply nodded again. 



"And dude..." The bouncer called out. "Your girl there, she's a freak. And I mean that in a fuckin' good way." 



"She's pretty unpredictable," Spencer beamed. 



When he walked back to where he had left his mom, Spencer saw her chatting with a man, and he got excited. Breanna spotted her son's face with the corner of her eye. "Oh, there you are, Babe!" 



Breanna walked over to her son and hugged him, kissing him on the cheek. The sensation of his mom's flesh pressing against his was a spiritual experience, and it made time feel like time was standing still. The only thing that snapped him back to reality was the look of frustration on the suitor's face. 



Still pressing into her son, and now with her lips against his ear, Breanna alerted, "Major creep! Let's go." 



"It was nice talking to you, but we have to leave now." The mother took her son's hand and guided him away from the awkward man. 



After pushing their way through the crowd to an area near a side wall that had some breathing room, Breanna thanked her son for playing along and asked him if the bouncer had followed through. 


"Yeah! He did! The server room is unlocked. He said it's the door on the side, past the bathrooms."Breanna's enthusiasm was palpable. "That sounds great! Did you ask him if there's a place for you to hide it in?" 



"Uh, no. I guess I didn't wanna ask him that. He said it's an office, though. So, hopefully, there's a desk." 



"Well, I can promise you that whosever dick I'm sucking is gonna be so focused on me, you could probably be standing right there jerking off and he wouldn't even notice." 



Spencer's heart fluttered, and he was not sure if his mom had just given him an invitation to jerk off in front of her. But before he could ask, his invigorated mom again pressed her body into his. Her thigh was pressing into his erect cock, and her lips pressing against his ear. 



"I don't know about you, but I'm fucking tired of talking about me doing it. I think it's time I dance like a sexy slut until a hot guy tries his best to fuck me in front of everyone." 



The son's painfully-hard cock involuntarily twitched into his mom's thigh. He was afraid to see her reaction. 



"I can't wait 'til I'm bent over and I'm making some guy flex his big cock into my ass like that." Breanna let go of her son and let the music take control of her body. 



She was not doing anything spectacular yet, but Breanna was already turning heads from the two nearby groups of chatting guys. Despite them brazenly staring, not a single one of them walked over to dance with her. 



"They must be nervous," Spencer guessed. He himself was swaying. 



Breanna shielded her lips. "They're not coming over 'cause you're right here. They gotta think I'm available." 


Spencer understood the message and stepped away, camouflaging himself in with the crowd. Breanna continued dancing with herself, not even looking in her son's direction. Soon enough, a group of three guys had a discussion and then walked over to Breanna. They all appeared to be in their late twenties. 

[nandoghosh]

None of actually them danced with Breanna. They all danced around Breanna, getting a feel for the situation. Sensing the attention and the desire from the men, the blonde Leia got more into the music and began circulating her hips, rolling her shoulders, and letting her knees bend with her movements. Whenever she caught eye contact with one of the men, she would smile in a friendly way. 

Her sexy dancing got the attention of the other group of guys too. They, too, circled around her and danced, much to the ire of the first group. Seeing there were now seven lusting men dancing around his mom, Spencer figured it was safe to take a place in the circle of men and make it look as if he were another random, interested guy. Seeing his mom move like that just feet from him made Spencer fall more into love with her. 

With more than enough potential targets, and her son standing there to watch her, Breanna danced even more provocatively. She spent time just focusing on tightening her core and widely circulating her ass and hips. 

The veils were trapped between her thighs, exposing nearly all of her athletic legs. The mother gyrated her butt as her bending knees dropped her down to the floor. She slowly twisted back up, letting her hands run up the sides of her body and around the sides of her undersized bikini top. Her hair braid whipped and weaved with her movements. 

The aroused men did not want to blink. Not one of them was making a move. They figured that with how insanely gorgeous this woman was, she had to be dancing like this for her herself and not to attract a partner. Still, her smile seemed to be inviting them in like a siren. 

Savoring the erotic attention from all eight men, Breanna whirled around, letting her red veils fly up, giving them a fleeting look at her inner thighs and the bottoms of her butt cheeks. She went back to her sensual moves as if nothing had happened. Breanna was now on her third song, and nobody had made any sort of move. It was not surprising to Breanna, because with so many guys watching her, each one was likely afraid of taking the risk and getting rejected in front of the rest. 



Dancing in place, Spencer admired his mom's flowing profile. She had not paid any mind to him since joined the circle. But then, he noticed her index finger curl and slowly wave towards her thigh. It almost looked as if she was calling him over. Unsure, Spencer continued to dance in place. 



A smiling Breanna twisted on her heels and took turns shooting her arms into the air. She slowly turned her body around, momentarily glared at her son's face, and made the same waving motion with her index finger. 



And just like that, his mom's focus was back to her dancing and the other men in the circle. Spencer failed to see how he could be mistaking what she meant. He broke the circle and cautiously stepped inside. Every man stared at him, feeling with the same mix of jealousy, frustration with themselves, intrigue over what would happen, and the cynical hope that the shirtless college kid would be hilariously rejected. 



Seeing her son enter the circle, Breanna turned to him and covertly mouthed, "good," and called with her waving finger once more. Spencer was not sure what his mom was planning, but he took the final large step to the middle of the circle. 



The erotically-dancing 39-year-old acted surprised that the muscular young man was making a move on her. Breanna playfully shrugged her shoulders so that the rest of the men could see. She then spun around and pressed her firm butt against her son's hard dick. 


"Ahh-ahh," Spencer released a breathy moan. He had to be dreaming. His mom rested her upper back against his chest and shimmied up and down his body, pleasuring his swollen cock with each passing. It was cathartic for Spencer. He peered around the circle to see that the men were still standing there. They were shocked and aroused by how the gorgeous woman accepted Spencer as a partner and moved with him in a drippingly-sexy manner. But nobody was more shocked than Spencer. Breanna's face only displayed a wicked and confident smile. 



His arms were awkwardly dangling, so Spencer carefully and lightly placed them on the fake brass belt that held up his mom's veils. He got nervous when he saw her hands immediately reach for his, but it was only because she was taking his hands and moving them onto the taut skin of her stomach. 


Even though it seemed that the dancer had made her choice, the other men stayed to watch, in part, because Breanna was still flirtatiously smiling at them while she ground her ass into her son's dick. 

[nandoghosh]

In another surprise, Breanna slid Spencer's hands higher on her torso so that they were tantalizingly close to her breasts. Spencer had an idea of what she wanted him to do. It seemed impossible. But then again, he never expected to be sensually rubbing his penis against his mom as he was right now. Stealing the Black Panther's move from Malcolm's party, Spencer tested the waters by tapping his thumbs against the olive bikini top. 

Breanna stopped bending her knees. But it was only so she could arch her lower back more, slightly bend over, and begin to smear her round bottom into her son's package with excruciating friction. 

Spencer swore he could not take it much longer. His mom seemed to want to give him more pleasure than he could handle. Spencer confidently moved his hands up, firmly grasping his mom's large breasts in his two hands. The sensation was heavenly. 

Unlike all of the men facing his mom, Spencer could not see that she had a startled expression. Her mouth made an O and her eyes were wide open. Breanna did not stop dancing, but she did wipe the eager hands off of her breasts and stepped away from her son. With lighthearted disapproval, Breanna teasingly wagged her finger and then used it to push her son's chest back, sending him back to the edge of the circle. 

To the relief of the rest of the men, Breanna stayed there, dancing even more seductively than before. To them, it seemed that the big risk the college kid had taken had no negative consequences. 

Spencer felt the sting of rejection and the dampness in his steaming boxers. He was about to wring himself out for being an idiot, but then he saw his mom sneak a suggestive wink to him. She was not mad at all. And he had done nothing wrong. He had done everything she wanted him to do. Relieved and excited, Spencer stood his ground at the edge of the circle in anticipation of how his mom's plan would unfold. Spencer was suddenly the hot topic around the circle of men. Friends were discussing with themselves whether Spencer and Breanna were together since their costumes were in the same theme. She had also just danced with him in a sultry way. 



The guy standing to Spencer's left, wearing an Aquaman t-shirt, tilted his head toward Spencer. "Hey man, are you, like, together with her?" 



Spencer responded over the music, "What d'you mean by that?" 



"Like, are you guys a couple? Or are you just tryin' to pick her up?" 



Thinking of how to answer the question in a way that helped his goal, Spencer replied, "We're just friends. She made it clear she's here to have fun with whatever guy she wants." 



The guy in the t-shirt was optimistic. "So, she's available? And you don't care? I don't wanna be a dick and step on your turf, man." 


"Thanks, but you can go ahead. She's definitely available. Warning though, she's a little picky. And she never lets strangers even get to second base. I mean, I've known her forever, and she just pushed me away," Spencer chuckled. The man in the Aquaman shirt stroked his beard stubble and stepped into the middle with the beautiful blonde. Spencer watched as his mom gave a flirty, "Hello, there." 



Breanna danced closely to the stranger but did not touch him. She did not plant herself against him as she did with her son. Breanna and the stranger danced facing each other for the length of a song. There were times when Breanna turned around momentarily, but she never made contact. 



Spencer knew that all the guy needed to do was have the courage to touch her in some remotely intimate way, just as the black man at the cocktail party had touched the small of her back. Since Breanna did not make the move to dance with him, the stubble-faced man walked back to his friends in defeat. 


His friends chided him. Breanna casually looked over at the defeated man. She motioned to the trapped pole in his khaki shorts. She then shrugged and said loudly enough for all of the men to hear, "It's a shame. It looks like ya have a nice fucking cock, but it's just barely not big enough for me." Instead of laughing at her comment, the other seven men in the circle peeked over at the tent in the khaki shorts, seeing how they compared. The man in Aquaman shirt was red in the face, but a woman like Breanna had just told him that he had a "nice fucking cock," and that was enough to not make him walk away in embarrassment. 



It was now clear to all of the men that she was actively looking for a dance partner that could satisfy her large desires. A random voice called out, humorously, "How big are you looking for?" The men laughed. 



Breanna twirled to the man who had asked. She quipped, "If ya have to ask, then it's not big enough." There was laughter all around. 



There was no movement on all fronts. But suddenly, another one from the group of the men in their late twenties stepped into the ring. He was 6'3", had tan skin, and was donning a Flash t-shirt. He wore a confident expression and approached the dancer. Breanna moved slowly so could listen to him speak. 



The red-shirted man placed his hand on Breanna's forearm and asked hopefully into her ear, "Would you wanna dance with me?" 


Spencer watched his mom touch her fingertips to the side of the man's abdomen. His heart pounded in his chest. She was interested. 

[nandoghosh]

And why would I wanna do that?" Breanna challenged. 

The man had some nerves, but he was determined. "Because I'm a good dancer, and I'm pretty sure I'm big enough for you." 

Breanna bit her bottom lip. In a mocking tone, she cautioned, "You know, I'm just here to have fun and feel a big dick against my ass. I don't know what you're lookin' for, but even if you're somehow good enough to dance with me, there'd be a zero percent chance of this goin' anywhere beyond that." 

"I don't care what happens. I just wanna 'have fun' and press my 'big dick' against your ass." 

Thoroughly impressed, Breanna tempted him, "I don't doubt that you have a big cock. But I guess we'll see if you have the balls to match." She pushed away from the man and began dancing in a sultry way again. She stood sideways to the tall, well-groomed man and slowly lowered her bottom and circulated it back up, rolling her shoulders in unison with the music. 

Spencer looked on, and as his mom rose back up, the man stepped behind her and pressed his crotch into her veil-covered ass. Breanna glanced at her son to make sure he was watching. She then rested her back on the man's chest, tilted her head up to him, and salaciously invited, "Press those thick nine inches and big balls against me as hard as you fucking can. And just see what I'm willing to do for you ....."The man nodded, with a dazed smile. He tightly wrapped his forearms around Breanna's waist, interlocking his fingers above her plastic bikini belt. Breanna felt the erect man forcefully work his steel bar into the crack in her ass. She responded by rhythmically gyrating her ass, alternating which round butt cheek would have its turn pleasuring his cock. 



Spencer watched the man mouth, "OH MY GOD!!" in the direction of his friends. 



When the song changed to a new one with a faster and deeper beat, Breanna began dropping lowly again. She ground up and down the man's lower thighs, smiling the entire time. The amount of friction was never enough for the guy behind her. He thrust his groin into the veil-covered ass with all the force of his muscles, smearing his tall penis and nutsack into Breanna's ass. Breanna could feel his cock twitching into her again and again. 



This performance was giving Spencer a feeling he did not have the last time. He could tell his mom was operating on another level. He could see every small movement, every facial expression, and every word she said to her partner. 



Breanna turned her head sideways and commanded, "Keep flexing your cock into me like that." 


The man had no plans of letting up. He panted, "Fuck, this feels good. I'm grinding as hard as I can. I want you to feel fucking everything I'm doing." "Then why don't see how this feels..." Breanna made sure she was facing her son. She stared into his eyes as she bent over at the waist. 



Spencer was salivating from the scene of his mom bent over, her facing him with curved lips. Her buoyant breasts hung off her body, cradled by the bikini bra. The man behind Breanna was pressing his cock up and down into the visible crack in her rear veil. Spencer witnessed his mom's eyes roll and lips open from the pleasure she was feeling. 



It was obvious that her son was relishing the abundant view of her large breasts. So, Breanna ran her hands along the sides of her body and then wrapped them around her olive bikini cups, massaging them. Spencer had beads of sweat running down his hairline. His mom bit her lip while enjoying his reaction to the sight of her fondling her breasts. Breanna then winked at her son before tugging on the bikini bridge, teasingly tugging down the insides of the cups, revealing more skin. 



Breanna then popped back up. She leaned back into the man behind her and asked, "How did it feel to have me fucking bent over like that?" 



"Fucking amazing," he breathed heavily. "Your ass feels so damn good." 



"How would you know? You've never touched it." 


"Didn't know I was allowed to." 

[nandoghosh]

You're not," Breanna shot back. "I told you. You're only gonna grind on me. I have high standards for guys feeling me up." 

"Oh yeah? What standard am I not meeting? What don't I have?" 

"Hmm... Well, it's definitely not the size of your cock, that's for sure. Your problem is you can't turn me on enough." 

The guy was frustrated with that indictment. "Then tell me what turns you on! What am I not doing right?" 

Breanna breathed from her workout. "I already told ya what turns me on, and you couldn't do it. I told you to flex your cock into me. I told you to press it into me as hard as you can. You can't seem like you can work it in how I want. I've never met a guy who could." 

"I'm flexing so damn hard it hurts! How the hell else d'you want me to do it? I wanna do it for you." 

"I like to feel like a guy's fucking me." 

The man's face went from showing intensity to showing wonder. Breanna nodded, "Yeah... That's what I needed. I bent over for you to see what you could do to me with that big cock of yours, and I wasn't too impressed. If you wanted me to be a slut for you in front of all your friends, then you had to show me you could fuck me like one." 

"I can do that for you," the man pleaded. "Bend over again, and I can make you feel like you're being fucked like crazy." 

"Sorry," Breanna shrugged. "I gave you a fair shot." 

She could see the lustful determination in the man's eyes. It was an unshakeable lust that she had manipulated into him. Not willing to give up, the man wrapped his arms even tighter around the beautiful blonde, pushed his hips toward the bottom of her ass, and thrust up and in as hard as he could. With each beat of the song, he powerfully thrust again, trying to deeply slide his shaft between Breanna's butt cheeks. 

Spencer was in a sweltering haze. He watched his sexy mother subtly mouth, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." To his curiosity, Spencer watched as his mom said, "That's enough," grabbing the hands wrapped around her body and prying them away. For the first time since they had started, Breanna and the man's bodies were not touching. 

The younger, tanned guy had a worried face. Breanna turned her head to look up at him. "Goddamn," she suddenly grinned, "you really wanna feel me up, don't you?" 

The horny man nodded. "Yeah, so bad. You're so fucking hot." His tone was begging. 

Breanna then flicked her eyes to her son to make sure he was observing intently. She then spun around to face the man and then pressed her tits into the man's rib cage. She grabbed his thick rod through his jeans and used her other hand to yank the collar of his shirt, pulling his head down. Spencer wiped the perspiration from his forehead and witnessed his mom slip her tongue into the man's mouth. 

After kissing him sensually, Breanna fiercely said, "I'm going to bend over again. This is your last chance. If you wanna feel my body up, then I suggest you move that that fucking veil covering my ass out of the way, put your fucking hands on my ass like you actually have a set of big balls, and dry hump me so damn hard that you rip a hole in your shorts and end up inside me. And if you make me anywhere as horny as you just did, I swear to fucking god that you're gonna end up with my tits in your hands and my mouth wrapped around your cock." 

The stranger had never felt more like a man yet less in control. An "Ok..." was all he could muster. 

Breanna turned around to see that her son was so red that he might have been about to pass out. Not that she had been paying attention to them, but Breanna noticed that all of the men were still in the circle. They were uncomfortable but too turned-on to leave. 

Breanna directly faced her son. Looking into Spencer's eyes as she said it, Breanna commanded the stranger, "I want you to make my tits bounce as much as you can." 

"God, yes," the voice behind her agreed. 

With an aroused smile, Breanna fondly stared at her son as she bent over at the waist once more. In no time at all, she felt her veil being lifted up and away. An erection wrapped in damp clothing began sliding between her butt cheeks. This time, it could slide in even deeper. 

In thrusts that were synchronized the music, the man thrust his penis up and down, circulating it only a little bit. The mom moaned and bit down on her lip, letting the man's eager hands handle her bare ass. With each thrust, Breanna shot a naughty look at her son. 

Spencer had to be dreaming. Everything his mom had done the entire night had driven him even crazier than the thing she did before. He thought back to how she had danced with him in a filthy way just so she could get even filthier with a stranger. 

Breanna proudly looked at each of her boobs, watching them magnificently jiggle and bounce from the energy of the stranger's thrusts. She made eye contact with her son again and silently mouthed, "You're welcome." 

Immediately after her flirting, Breanna felt the hands on her backside slide around her thighs and onto her bikini-covered mound. "Ahhh," she moaned. She wanted to keep toying and teasing, but her partner was at the point of asking for it all. 

Removing his hands and stepping away, Breanna turned back to the man. They kissed again. Breanna took his hand in hers and said, "Let's go." 

"Okay! Where're we headed?" 

"Someplace where I can suck your dick in private." 

Dragging the dazed man behind her, Breanna left the circle and announced, "Sorry, guys, show's over." 

Breanna quickly waved her finger for Spencer to follow. The mom led her dance partner toward the bathrooms, quietly being followed by her son. 

There were lines to the bathrooms, but they walked around them. Some inebriated people shouted at the suspected line-cutters. The angry patrons looked to the bathroom-line attendant for answers, but the bribed employee simply responded, "They're not cutting." 

Breanna and her toy-for-the-evening walked into the server room, leaving the door open behind them. The man was curious how they were able to walk by everyone and into the room, but he did not want to start pulling threads. Knowing her son was close behind, Breanna pushed the man toward the far end of the room. 

The room had a server stack, scattered tech devices, and some random storage boxes. The only light source in the room came from the bright screensaver of a large monitor sitting on an office desk. After promptly finding a good viewing point for her son, Breanna seductively whispered to the stranger, "Get against that wall and close your eyes. No peeking." 

"Ok," the man blindly agreed. 

Breanna saw her son's eyes peeking through the doorway. Using hand gestures, Breanna urged him to get in and quietly lock the door behind him. Spencer did just that. The room was darker than the club but was still well-lit by the computer monitor. 

The smart son quickly found the same great hiding spot that his mom left for him. He stood in the shadow of the server tower, which he could fully duck behind at a moment's notice. 

"When can I open my eyes?" The man was anxious to get started. 

Realizing she had not planned a good reason for him to close his eyes, Breanna unhooked the veils from her brass belt. She had nothing underneath except her g-string bikini bottom. "In a minute, Sweety. I'm just finishing a surprise for you. No need to rush this." 

Breanna turned back to Spencer and smiled at him. It was an oddly intimate and loving mother-son moment. 

Spencer was already rubbing himself through his black pants as he gave his mom an encouraging thumbs up. Her face shining in the computer light, Breanna motioned to her son's groin and instructively mouthed, "Take it out." 

Spencer's eyes went wide, but he happily did as she asked. He wiggled the tight pants down his thighs, and his seven-and-a-half-inch cock was freed. He eagerly checked for his mom's reaction. 

"Wow," Breanna mouthed, nodding sincerely, "it looks nice too!" 

Spencer was thrilled that he was somehow in a position where his mom would even think of saying something like that to him. Spencer placed his hand on it and began jerking it. 

Breanna quickly pressed her finger to her lips. Silently giggling, she used hand gestures to help her tell her son, "Quiet! Don't jerk hard. Don't cum in here!" 

Her son nodded. Breanna then motioned to the patient man against the wall, suggestively raised her eyebrows at Spencer, and then said out loud, "Alright! Open your eyes..." 

The man opened his eyes to see that the skimpily-dressed woman had shed even more clothing. She was standing in nothing but her decorative bikini bra, g-string bottom, and heels. 

"Holy fucking shit, this is really happening," the guy blurted. "Your body is so nice." 

"Why, thank you. Why don't you take your shirt off so I can see yours?" 

The man did as she asked. He had a perfectly-acceptable above-average body. 

Breanna leaned her chest into his bare torso. She had a slight wiggle in her waist as she kissed him again and reached her hands down to undo the button and zipper on his shorts. 

"How often d'you do this?!" The guy clearly was asking due to being inspired, not concerned. 

The blonde let his shorts fall to the ground. "Hmm... I would say rarelyenough where it's a special treat, but often enough where I'm way too good at it." 

"Oh my god, you're so hot. I can't believe you're not married or have a boyfriend." 

Coyly shrugging, Breanna suggested, "Who said I wasn't married? Maybe I'm just a cheating slut that likes to sneak out and blow men that turn me on." 

Keeping her gaze locked onto his bewildered eyes, Breanna tugged the man's boxers down his thighs and dropped to her knees as she did so. "Nine inches looks a lot bigger when it's in front of your face," Breanna joked. 

"It's actually nine-and-a-half," the man boasted. 

"Oh, sorry about that. I've gotten pretty good at measuring with my ass, but I'm still not as good as I am with my mouth." Breanna took the erection into her hand and began to stroke it. 

"Ahhhh, that feels nice. So... how do I compare with your husband?" 

Rolling her eyes, Breanna assured, "You have a big, hard, cum-filled cock right in front of me that you wanna shove into my mouth. And I'm about to let you. That's all you need to know." With that, Breanna let go of his shaft, and just using her lips, funneled it into her open mouth. 

The man moaned from the feeling of her warm, wet mouth sliding down his penis. Breanna looked back at Spencer from the corner of her eye. She then removed her mouth from the cock, promptly taking a long, sensual lick of its length, and then used her tongue to massage its pink head. "And do you really think I'm risking my marriage to put a smaller dick in my mouth?" Breanna added, winking. She then went in for another lick.