"C'mon man, I'm tired, I'm sweaty, and I smell, let me take a shower first." I say, feebly fighting off your wandering hands after seeing me come back inside from a jog in some red gym shorts and a sweat-soaked T-shirt. The fitted fabric clings to my still-heaving chest while my thighs tense and relax back to normal, make my butt jiggle ever-so slightly. You gaze over my body and immediately notice the impression of my thick dick, hanging freely and softly against my thigh.
Once I catch you checking me out I smile and kick off my shoes. You obviously thought I was just playing hard to get when you pinned me against the wall and hooked your thumbs in my waistband. I've never felt my butt pop out of shorts that fast when your hands jerked them down just enough to support my fleshy buns. But what you also find is the tight elastic band of the g-string I'm wearing. Eyebrows shoot up unconvincingly until you feel around for the string above my crack.
"A g-string?" you ask quietly. I look at you.
"Well you said you liked the way they looked on me." I reply sincerely. Our lips meet and our tongues quickly join in the tango. Your fingertips envelope my cheeks in every direction and kneed them like dough. My eyes roll back slightly and my dick takes a jump in my shorts. You've learned my biggest turn-on: a bun massage.
You sandwich me against the wall and kiss me hard, lifting me mere inches by my ass. I gasp and try to catch my breath, thrown a little off guard by your dominating masculine behavior. My 2nd biggest turn-on.
My dick is already at half-stock by the time our lips meet again and you dig your fingernails into my cheeks. I practically spurt at the burn. I wrap a thigh around your side and pull you close. I thought, "My God, I already want this man inside my pussy...my uh boypussy. Oh, but if it were a real pussy, I'd love it even more, and the condoms stay in the drawer like always." Ring! Ring! I'm slapped out of my gaze by the vibrating ring tone of my cell phone against my leg. I push you back enough to break body contact and reach into my pocket, accidentally grabbing my solid shaft before finding the cell phone and opening it.
It's mom.
My eyes go wide and I force your advancements back. "Knock it off, it's my mom." I say hushly. You seem to take it as a challenge instead of an order, made obvious by your hands repopulating my butt and going to town on it. I ignore you and turn away, still leaned against the wall as I take the call.