Indian Auntie Part 2

As he ran his wet fingers over my fat erect clit, I held my son tight and groaned in his ear, “Oh fuck baby, that’s it! The theater wasn’t full, but full enough, that for us all to sit together we had to head to the back of the theater that was sparsely occupied. I’ve never… I had issues. It was intense, as my son forcefully rammed my face down onto his crotch, I rapidly rubbed my huge clit, pushing myself over the edge. I couldn’t be seen openly making-out with my son in the movies so I had to keep it short. Are you fucking with me?”
“Yes, of course I am! So tell mommy, what’s so Fuck’n Hot! “Aaah, fuck baby, that feels good,” I whispered in my son’s ear as he pulled on my nipple. No one can see.” I giggled quietly. I was confused. Look real close!”
For weeks I teased and taunted my young impressionable son.