"You have a son?" I said, moving closer—dick touching hard to her ass now, rubbing slow between her cheeks through the pants.
"Yeah… he's about your age," she said, glancing down at my bulge again—she couldn't help it, voice catching a little, breath quicker.
The thought hit her hard—a guy the same age as her son groping her mature, thick body like this, hands bold on her curves. It turned her on bad, forbidden heat flooding her, making her press back firmer into me, nipples hardening more through the shirt.
Hearing her son was about my age—and I was here rubbing my hard dick on his mom—stirred something dark in me. I started moving my hips subtle—grinding firmer, letting her feel every inch while my hand stayed on her shoulder.
She looked at it—how I was making moves—and she just let me, breath quicker, ass pressing back slight like she needed it.
