Chris decided to wonder about her having a crush later, and focus on enjoying her body more.
"Let your boobs hang out," he told her.
Her body obeyed him again, leaving her to wonder what was happening. Then Chris leaned in, staring at her breasts. She blushed a deep shade of red, embarrassed that her son was looking at her in a way she's only dreamed of for years. Yes, she has been thinking of her son fucking her day in and day out since Chris hit puberty not long after her husband died. She even got fired because it affected her work, and that was when they started living where they do now. She was ashamed of herself, thinking about her own son in that sense, but with how much he resembled his father, she couldn't help it.
Chris stood up, and moved behind her to grope her boobs, which were slightly bigger than before.
"Geez, mom, you quite a slut, aren't you?" he teased. "I mean, look at your nippes. They're almost as hard as my cock, and your pussy..." One hand snaked down, and rubbed against her womanhood. "It's so wet, you could probably drown the house."
She hated how he was teasing her, but it was only turning her on more.
"You're a huge slut, getting like this just from sucking your son's cock and having your son stare at your chest, all while your sexy body is hugged tight by the leather suit."
That's when it hit her. The suit was somehow making her body do whatever he said. It was wrong, and she knew it, but the fact it was wrong, combined with his words and hands assaulted her, was turning her on so much, she didn't know if she had the stregnth to say no.
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