Would you call it a 'cock'?"With delight, that I hid, I responded, "If that is what you want honey?"He nodded, his lips wide with pleasure his eyes da...ncing over the exposed flesh of my chest.I could almost read my son's thoughts, "What do you call that place between your legs mom?"The heat to my cheeks told me that I was blushing as I answered, "You mean my 'vagina' honey?"He nodded, "I would like you to call it a 'cunt' or 'pussy' around me mom?"The words that he wanted to use for my body. .." Yeah. Arnie told you. What the fuck does Arnie know? He's nothing but a world-renowned plastic fucking surgeon. Big deal! Let me have the floor, Baby. I'm telling you, that you're back. I love you. I love your scars. If Arnie removes any more of them, I am going to miss them when they're gone!" They're not going to... make me less... desirable, to you?" You want to stop the car? I'll do you, right here!"She laughed. "I'm starting to cry again," she said. "Maybe I will have to pull over. But. This was only going one way so I stuck a kiss on her. She reacted with a tongue down my throat while pulling my trousers down. My cock flung out and she was sucking it before I knew it. This escalated quickly. She was really good at blowjobs which I never would have expected. She did everything I loved, deep throat, licking my balls and I even heard her spit on it. She jumped off, I heard a little shuffling and could see in the moonlight she was taking her pants off. Before I knew it she was. He was using his left hand, pumping like someone possessed, he must be really horny to go at it like that, what would he do if I took him in my hand and done it for him?I stood quietly watching, emboldened by my thoughts, feeling my pussy respond to what I was witnessing, the dirty little fucker wanking in my presence, I should make him fuck me now he has made me horny, was flashing through my mind.My husbands nephew, still but a teenager, myself in my late thirties, feeling like a wayward.