Son, what the heck are you doing on the kitchen floor? Get up, silly, before Mom steps on you or something... Okay weirdo, stay on the floor - do you want to have a snack with Mom? While I'm puttering around the kitchen, making a snack for the two of us, I notice that you keep getting right up behind me...practically right under my feet. What are you up to, son? You're not peeking at your mother, are you? You naughty boy! Why are you doing that? Don't you have a girlfriend? Well then, let her show you what's under her panties - it's not nice to peek at Mom. - Son, I'm serious, you should get up off the floor this minute...it's not appropriate. - Well, yes, I am your mother...and, yes, someone has to show you what's under panties, at your age. Okay, Mom's going to show you, but just a little peek, okay? And you can't tell anyone about this, son. It's a little weird. Promise? Okay baby, here's what a woman's pussy looks like... Mm-mmm, sorry baby...Mommy's pussy shouldn't be wet right now. Well, yes...it's supposed to be wet, but not when it's my son. You should really get up off the floor now, baby. You have such a big bulge, son, and there's a wet spot on your shorts...mmm, Mommy can't help herself much longer, sweetie...please get off the floor. Oh god, that big growing cock in your shorts, and my boy's face lying there, right beneath me...I can't take it anymore, son. Do what Mommy says, baby...stick out your tongue. Mommy's going to sit on it. Mmm, yes! My good boy...stick it out farther, baby that's it...let Mommy bounce on her boy's tongue until her pussy shakes and clenches. Oh god, yes! Mommy's coming now, baby! Yes...yes...mmm...oh god...no...nono...NO...what have we done?!
