My Mom Nails Me With a Strap-on

Story Excerpt

“Steven, you’d have no idea what to do with an ass like this,” she said, her voice dripping with challenge as she turned slightly, giving me a side view of that perfect rear, the leggings molding to every inch.

My mouth went dry, but I stood too, matching her energy, my false bravado barely holding up. “I bet I could figure it out.”

She crossed her arms, pushing her tits up even higher, and tilted her head, eyeing me like prey. “Is that so? You think you’ve got what it takes?”

My heart slammed in my chest, but I nodded, stepping closer. “Hell yeah, I do. Just say the word.”

Her smirk grew wicked, and she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings. “You want to see it, then? Really see what you’re talking about?”

I couldn’t speak, just nodded again, my eyes glued to her hands. Slowly, she slid the leggings down, just enough to show the top curve of her bare ass, smooth and plump, the skin flawless. My breath hitched, and I groaned aloud. “Holy fuck, Mom.”