Adultery Mom's fun

[nandoghosh]

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.