Melons High Quality XXX

Wanting to control and be controlled.


The smile faded from Melissa's face, replaced by a look of compunction. She felt responsible. "I know what you mean," she said, sounding sad "but I'll make a promise to you."

"What?" he asked, curious.

"From now on you can say anything to me, with impunity. Be perfectly honest. Don't walk on eggshells."

"I don't know about that..." he replied, dragging his words out.

"I mean it, honey. Please, trust me." she pleaded.

"Okay." he agreed with a nod and a smile.

Melissa stood up beside the couch and twisted left, then right, as her son looked up at her. He could not help but smile. She looked breath-taking. Her breasts filled out the front of the dress, and the curve of her firm hips and ass was evident in the clingy material. Tyler folded his hands on his lap, trying to hide his swelling cock.

"So, how did I look tonight?" Her eyes flickered with mischievous as she spoke.


"Thanks, honey. I don't think anyone's ever said that about me before."

"Probably because they've never seen you in that dress before." he reasoned.

"I don't know if they will again," she added "it's not like I have many occasions to wear something like this."

"How about grocery shopping?" he suggested, feeling more relaxed and wanting to keep the mood jovial.

"Hmmm... could be a problem," she concluded "I wouldn't be able to bend over and pick up anything from the lower shelves without my boobs falling out." Melissa's dreamy eyes met her son's as she waited for him to glance down at her cleavage. When he did she felt herself getting wetter.

"You know what?" he interrupted.


"When the waiter was taking your order I caught him checking you out." he told her.

"What? How?" she asked, shocked at the news.

"Well," he began "he was staring at your boobs."

"Wow," she hissed "I thought he seemed gay."

"Maybe you cured him." Tyler offered, chuckling.

Melissa straightened her back and pushed her chest out. Her dress tightened over them and more skin appeared in the V neckline. "Think these could cure that?" she asked, clearly amused, or maybe enjoying being brazen.

"Mom, is it okay that we're talking like this?" he asked, rather than responding to her comment.

Melissa relaxed and slumped back on the sofa. "I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away." Now she looked forlorn.

"No, that's not how I meant it," he blurted out, wanting to console her "I guess all I meant was are you going to regret it or get mad at me if I say something sometime that you don't think is, well, appropriate?"

"I told you that you could say anything -- be honest." she reminded him.

"I know, but..." he began, then his voice faded.

Melissa slid closer to her son, so close that her thigh was touching his. She held his hand.

"You're a young man now, honey," she began, pausing to draw in a breath "and although you're my son I know that you're not naive, or blind. I just think that in the long run it's healthier for us to be honest with each-other -- have things out in the open, rather than pretend they don't exist or let them cause tension between us. Don't you? I mean, if you don't, that's okay. But this is how I look at it."

Tyler did not have to reflect on his mother's statement. He nodded immediately, smiling. "Yes, I do too. I just wasn't sure that you looked at it that way too."

"Well, now you know."

Melissa was still clutching Tyler's hand. It was resting on her bare left thigh. He glanced down to their hands, concentrating on the feeling of his mother's smooth firm leg. Next his eyes moved over the creamy smooth skin of her right breast, partially visible in the opening of her dress.

"I felt so self-conscious in this dress tonight, but it made me feel sexy, so that was a bonus. Still, I was glad that I could sit down almost all of the time and not have to walk around. Besides, these shoes are killing my feet. I haven't worn heels in ages."

"Well, you do look great."


Melissa leaned over and kissed her son on his cheek, still holding his hand.

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