She Obeys

"Mmm, I like the forceful attitude, Dustin," Jessica almost purred, stepping in close to him, her eyes shining with excitement as her arms reached around his shoulders, gently pulling his face down to hers. "I've always loved men who knew just what they wanted," she breathed softly, her lips just barely touching his, teasing him with her closeness as she pressed her shapely naked body against his. "Especially when what they wanted was me," she giggled, leaning against him more, her mouth pressing against his lips.

The kiss started simply, just their lips meeting, a chaste if not motherly kiss, but it quickly changed, deepening, as Jessica pressed her mouth harder against her son's lips. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to flick at his. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer, her ample naked breasts now squashed flat between them as they pressed their bodies together. Her hand moved up his neck, combing her fingers through his hair as her mouth opened wide, her tongue sliding against his as she gyrated her hips into his. Dustin's hands slid down his mother's soft hips and around, sinking into the soft flesh of her ass, the sensation causing her to moan into his mouth. Dustin was hard, his cock bulging out of his pants, prodding his mother in her stomach as she kissed him, her naked body caressing his as their mouths were joined in the most un-maternal way possible.

"Wow, Mom," Dustin gasped as the kiss finally ended, his heart racing in his chest and his breath coming in short shallow gasps from the pure passion, the uninhibited lust, that was in their kiss. "That was... that was amazing," he assured her, his hands still resting on her naked ass, his erection hard and throbbing against her stomach.

"Yes, it was, sweety," Jessica breathes in contentment, smiling up at her son. "And that was just a hint of what could be," she teased, thrusting her hips against him suggestively, "but not now. I've got those meetings I mentioned, they’ll keep me busy for a while." Jessica said with a little frown, stepping out of his embrace. "I've got to get going," she assured him, clearly **** to leave.

He could convince her to stay, to keep going, maybe even to have sex, Dustin mused, watching his mother's shapely body as she started to gather her discarded clothing from around the room. But should he?