Adultery Mom's fun

[nandoghosh]

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.