.. I played it off as nothing,... but I knew I was taunting my own Son. As we made our way to the river, the thirty minute drive seemed like forever. Michael was stealing glances continuously as we cruised towards Canal Fulton. My tanned thighs were so exposed as I casually bent my left leg, pulling it up for a better viewing angle. He was glued to it. I briefly glanced his way to catch him so intently focused on his mothers legs. Taking it a step further I oiled them prior to leaving the house,... knowing the 'cast' would draw his attention even more. His words were muffled and unorganized,... and I knew why. My heart was thumping. As we arrived the man running the livery was so kind and helpful. He too noticed my denim shorts and wasn't as shy about taking in the view. Michael seemed a bit flustered by his boldness and persistent stares. When he discovered it was a Mother son adventure,... I could see his mind working,... I remained complacent. As we boarded the canoe my shorts were. Ryan decided it was time to advance things again, so she reached back and unclasped her bra. She laughed as she tried to slide it off without breaking their kiss. Once she'd managed, she sighed in approval as she lay back on top of him. She loved how he felt against her, warm and strong. She drew back for a breath but Brody kissed her again and pressed his body against hers. Ryan dragged her nails over his chest as he moved his hips; she felt him hard and ready under his jeans. She reached down to undo his pants. He hissed out a breath as her hand reached in and she stroked him with a steady rhythm. He stopped for a moment with his forehead on her shoulder and breathing hard, and she felt his heart racing like hers. He murmured something and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her skirt. "What?" Ryan was still breathless. "I said, thank God for skirts." He pushed down and stopped. "What the—what is this?" "What is it this time?" "This. Wait." He pushed at her shoulders and she.
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