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My tongue poked out and licked my lips as I wondered if he'd had a blowjob yet.
I pinched my nipple as I remembered him suckling my milk as a child.
I teased him with skirts that would ride up to show off my panties or shirts that were lowcut and showed off my large breasts.
My nipples were hard any time he was in the room, and I made sure to press them against him any time we hugged.
I told him to have a good time and to call if he were going to miss dinner.
I admit my memories were getting me horny, and soon my hands were wandering over my slippery, soapy flesh, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples and then wandering down to caress my pussy. I didn't want to get out of the shower yet, so I just did what I always did in these situations. just come in and go to the bathroom quickly."The door opened when I was only halfway through this statement and I heard him sigh as he finally relieved himself.My husband and I had been trying to get pregnant again for some time now.Our son was getting older and would be leaving home in a few years, and we wanted another child before then.I had just let one finger slide between my lips to touch my clit when I heard the knock on the door."Hurry up, Mom! My level of arousal was such that I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to see cock, any cock, and so I peaked around the shower curtain to look at what my son had.He had just finished and was shaking off the last few drops and I could see that he had a nice one, even flaccid like that.