The teenage boys that hang out with my son have some bizarre fetishes. I can see the way they watch me when I saunter in and out of the kitchen to bring them refreshments. I know they’re thinking about mommy phone sex, hell most of you young horny boys stroke off to your mature phone sex fantasies anyway.
It started innocently enough with me wrestling my son over the tv remote and then sitting on him. My son’s a tall but skinny boy, so overpowering him was worth its weight in amusement. What I wasn’t expecting was his friends reactions when they saw me sitting on him.
They were mesmerized, especially since my son kept wriggling trying to get away, and the more he did, the closer his head came, to coming into contact with my posterior. These boys were seduced by the idea of my involuntary face sitting on my son, and smothering him.
Pretty soon I started getting requests from his friends wanting me to sit on them too. Sit on their laps, sit on their faces, smother them, put my full weight on them til they couldn’t breathe. Such kinky little brats, I loved every minute of it.
