Dunk won’t stop staring

As Kara walked into the living room she saw Sara sitting on the couch cuddled up to her brother with her arms wrapped around one of his. That girl was acting strange thought Kara but no stranger than me. With that thought, her face heated up even more and then Dunk saw her and her face went redder than it had ever been. His mouth fell open and his eyes roamed her body. He shouldn’t be looking at his mom like that she thought, but what could I expect from a grown boy when I come out wearing this. Sara didn’t seem to notice or care at all, weird acting for sure she thought.

Dunk was looking at his sweet loving conservative mom with complete and utter lust. Her huge tits were on display for him and they were huge. Her body was toned and perfect and looked so hot in the thong teddy. “Holy shit,” he said out loud and then cringed waiting for another reprimand on his language. It never came as Kara’s thoughts were going crazy seeing her son’s lusting eyes on her body. The traits are real world traits not game traits Dunk thought to himself. Oh fuck yes this is amazing he thought. Those traits made no sense in the game but in the real world…what the fuck was dad designing and how he thought.

Fuck it, I’m just going to enjoy this and shit I can’t wait to play the game more to see what else I can earn. For now though, I’ve got a cooldown period and some smoking hot women I’ve been fantasizing about forever. Dunk moved his mind and attention back to his mom and sister for now. His eyes took in his mom’s tiny body inch by inch, until once again his eyes locked on her huge tits. The teddy she had on made sense in light of the trait now. Skimpy and sexy and nighttime lounging clothes. Yep I can see how that equaled this and damn look how embarrassed she looks. That is sexy as fuck. Knowing she doesn’t want to have this on but was **** to wear it is just hot.

“So mom that’s some outfit you have on there,” Dunk taunted her. “It’s just night clothes Dunk,” Sara said like he was crazy. His mom however looked away in shame. Oh my God she thought he will not stop staring at my breasts. “Dunk it’s not appropriate for you to be doing that,” Kara reprimanded his looking. “What are you talking about mom,” Sara said. “He was just giving you a compliment on your choice of pajamas.” “He shouldn’t be looking at my “pajamas” with what I’m wearing,” she responded. Sara just looked at her like she was crazy.

“You put it on and walked out here mom,” Dunk continued to taunt. “With what you have on is it any wonder I’m shocked?” “Well try not to look so hard at least. You’re embarrassing me.” “You look great mom nothing to be embarrassed about.” With that he turned away and asked Sara, “ So want to give me a massage?” Sara looked confused by their exchange but hearing the offer to give her brother a massage she blurted, “Hell yeah I’d love it.” “Sara! Watch your language! What has gotten into you and Dunk today,” Kara scolded.

Dunk stood and took off his shirt, positioned himself face down on the couch in an angle to watch his mom and waited for his sister to begin. Kara was trying to get herself organized to finish unpacking her stuff from her trip and had to walk around a lot. Dunk’s eyes glued onto her ass as she turned as there was practically nothing hidden from view in the outfit. Kara would occasionally glance over and see Dunk checking her out and so her embarrassment never died down any. Damn she looked sexy knowing she was showing her body on a platter for her son and not being able to do anything to stop it. Sara sat on Dunk’s back and began rubbing. She was in heaven and not paying any attention to the mother son exchange.