Do I look Pretty?

His mother walked over and sat down next to him on the bed, she reached out as she did pulling Kirk to her side and turning him slightly to face her. She looked into his face with a strange determination, no longer looking nervous and meeting his gaze, something she only did if she was talking about something serious like when she was telling him off.

"Do you find me attractive?" she asked seriously searching his face for the answer.

Kirk blushed furiously, hidden thoughts and fantasy's flashed across his mind, long hidden in his subconscious and denied. Being 19, his hormones still raged and without listening to his brains commands his cock came to attention unbidden.

"W-well your my mom so, uh-" He stuttered as he continued to blush and tried to look away to hide the truth that felt like it was lighting up his face like a neon billboard.

He suddenly felt himself pushed back onto the bed by his shoulders, his mother lifted one leg up and over and within a moment found himself lying on his back on the bed, his feet flat on the floor and his mother straddling his waist with her juicy thighs either side of his hips, her hands sitting firmly but not painfully on his shoulders.

She looked down into his face, her massive breasts practically falling out of her V neck white cotton/lycra blend shirt that Kirk suddenly realized was showing her hard braless nipples pressing erectly at its stretchy surface. The cleft of her cleavage beckoned his eyes, he fought valiantly against his traitorous body as his eyes were dragged unconsciously down and his erection slowly fought its way towards full mast in his pants.

"what if I wasn't your mother? would you find me sexy? would you want to fuck me?" She asked, a strange lustful light filled her eyes as she looked down at Kirk trapped beneath her. Kirk suddenly realized she was rubbing her hips against him, slowly rocking, rubbing her crotch against the growing bulge in his jeans...