Mom's dress code

With a sense of authority, Adam straightened, “Heels or boots only,” he repeated to the gorgeous blonde MILF. HIS gorgeous blonde MILF! He thought with pride. ‘That’s right; she’s my Mother I Love to Fuck!’

Stepping back, Linda tilted her head down and looked up at her son with mock innocence in her eyes and placed a hand on her massive chest, which did nothing but fuel his lust. “But it can get so cold on this ship, and my little outfits help keep me warm when you’re not around.”

She looked so absolutely fuckable in her tiny mini-dress that Adam had to reconsider. One of the things that really turned him on about his mother was the way she always dressed in the skimpiest little outfits. Tops that exposed massive amounts of cleavage while just barely hiding her nipples, or skirts that stopped just at the bottom of her perfectly round ass, hinting at what was underneath. Her clothes revealed so much, but kept every man wanting more.

Linda’s naked body was a sight to behold, and Adam would never be able to get enough of it. But as she stood before him now, all he could think of was how she was like a wrapped present. Finally tearing off the paper was a reward in itself; and that was something he couldn’t do away with, to say nothing of the gift inside.

Breathing in, he paused for a moment before giving his buxom mother a slow and appreciative look over. Starting with her pedicure feet, he took a long gaze up her amazingly toned and tanned legs, over her wide curved hips, up to her slim waist, to her mountainous DD breasts, finally to the most beautiful face he had ever seen. ‘Damn! Is she a vision!’ he thought.

With a smirk he replied, “Well, I don’t want you freezing to ****. So I guess while you’re on this ship I can allow you to wear only your sexiest, sleaziest, or slutiest outfits.” Then kneeling down, he reached his hands up under her skirt and grabbed the outsides of her thong. Looking up, he was rewarded with the naughtiest smile he’d ever seen on a woman’s face, which he couldn’t help but return. Slowly, material in hand, he started pulling down.

Both watched, transfixed as the bright pink fabric moved down her legs over her sculpted thighs, past her twitching knees, and down her shapely shins before finally resting on the cool metal floor. Tantalizingly, Linda lifted one heeled foot, and then brought it down on the other side of the pink thong before doing the same thing with the other. Pausing to take a wondrous look at his mother’s glistening cunt, Adam took the offensive garment in one hand and stood back up so that he was at eye level with his mom.

Gazing into each other’s eyes, they couldn’t help but smile mischievously both knowing what was coming next. Lifting his hand, Adam brought the dangling pink garment so that it was between their faces. Both mother and son could smell her arousal, Linda’s panties were thick with her scent and they took a moment to savor it before Adam finally spoke. When he did, it was with an air of authority that caused Linda to quiver.

“These mother,” he said indicating her thong, “Are completely unacceptable. And I will not allow you to wear anything of the like. While you are aboard the Falcon 4 I don’t want you wearing anything that could obstruct me from fucking your magnificent pussy. Is that understood?”

Linda’s smile was bigger than any Adam had ever seen on her face as she snapped a mock salute and answered, “Aye, aye Captain! But just so I know for the future, what happens if I do?”

Adam smirked, “Turn around.” He said. Shuddering with excitement, Linda did as her son instructed.