I now stood there in a tight leather mini skirt that barley wentpast the top of my fishnet stockings. Whenever I was to bend over whilegiving the add...ress, the public would catch a fine view of the too tightthong that I wore underneath. Bending over would also prove to beproblematic as I was now laced into a tight corset top that showed it'sfair share cleavage and accented how overly feminine I had become. Boththe skirt and top were chosen to be red, as the ultimate humiliation ofbeing tied. “I have done things like that before, Charli – and you should. Don’t stop living life before you’ve lived it. Are you really ready to settle down with some boring guy named ‘Steve’ and make chubby kids?” I giggled. “Stop saying that.” “Come with me, Charli. Come out to the Western Slope – I’ll be gone some, we cover fires in parts of Utah, Wyoming and Colorado, but when I’m at base we can be together. You could find a job in Grand Junction for the summer – you don’t need to go back to Chicago. “Oh, Eric ... stroke-stroke-stoke ... she breathed... “We’re not supposed to do this.” ... stroke-stroke-stoke ... That’s what she said but her pussy had juiced up like crazy. I was sliding in and out of her with long, full strokes ... the head just barely missing coming out of her before I slid it back up into her.“Maybe not but we’re doing it anyway, aren’t we, Mom? Does it feel good to you, too?”“Oh, God, Eric. It feels fantastic but that’s not the point.” she whined. “You’re my son and I’m. I thanked him for the compliment. He got up and went to change into some more comfortable clothes. When he came out of the bathroom, I noticed that his cock was showing through his basketball shorts. It wasn't hard but seemed way thicker than my husbands. He must have noticed me looking at it because he asked if I liked what I saw. I commented that it looked big and I hadn't ever seen a black man naked in real life. He laughed and asked if I wanted to see him naked. I said it would be nice but.