Porn Categories:

Popular Videos

Mom asked Son what he wants for Xmas.


The restaurant was crowded, but not noisy. As they had requested their table was on the patio. Before they sat, she took off her sweater and hung it over the back of the chair. The neckline immediately caught Sal's attention. It was very low, almost, but not quite, immodestly low, though it left uncovered most of her breasts.

The waiter arrived for their drink order. His face remained welcoming and neutral, but his eyes were immediately drawn to her breasts. As Freddie examined the wine list she invited the waiter to lean over to the list as she consulted him looking for the perfect wine. What she provided in return was the perfect view. The heat of her body accented the delicate touch of perfume she had applied under her breasts. The waiter was reluctant to move, but took her order and his, then left.

"That waiter was certainly enchanted with you," Sal observed.

"I know," she replied. "That's such a tiresome job, they deserve a little something extra occasionally," she added with a smile and a wink. "You get the really good stuff. He only gets a peak. I think he enjoyed the peak, though, don't you?"

Dinner went well as it unfailingly did at this bistro. Sal was puzzled again as she returned from the ladies room looking a bit different somehow. She sat. The waiter returned having cleared the dinner plates offering dessert. "Well," Sal began.

Freddie cut him off. "We'll have a small glass of port, then we're heading home. I've prepared something special for dessert. Help me pick out a port, please."

Freddie said all of this looking up at the waiter, but the waiter was staring at Freddie's chest. Sal was about to say something. He hadn't the faintest idea what, but something about staring at his wife that way seemed to require him to say or do something.

Again Freddie intervened. "I can see I wore the right outfit for you men tonight. I'm really flattered that you find it so, well, so . . . interesting? Is that the word?" She giggled and with a finger pulled the neckline further open. "I'm afraid if I pull any more on this dress, I'll just pop out." She smiled up at the waiter who continued to concentrate on her breasts now that only a small area of her nipple was all that remained covered.

"Yes ma'am." The waiter was stuttering as he nodded in agreement. "Would you like a port on the dry side or on the sweet side." He could hardly get the words out. Sal smiled. He didn't need to do anything. Freddie, as usual, was in control.

The selection of the port brought the waiter close enough again that her perfume all but incapacitated him. Once chosen, the port was quickly delivered, and slowly sipped. The check was cleared up and, as they stood to leave, Sal looked again at Freddie. Had her bra disappeared? He had noted that she wore one when she was getting dressed because he always liked to watch her dress, but now it seemed that she was no longer wearing one.

He said nothing. She put on her sweater, picked up her large bag and they left heading again for the cart path. "What's the dessert you made," he asked as they began walking down the path.

"It won't be a surprise if I tell you," she said and the subject was dropped.

In the shadows of a copse of trees, she turned to him for a long kiss. Then she whispered, "I see you've noticed that I don't have a bra on." As he nodded she said, "Now it's your turn."

Taken aback, he said, "To take something off?" She nodded. "What should I take off?"

"You're going to put these on and walk barefoot," she said handing a pair of new running shorts.

He was startled at the request and the planning, but on the whole, it sounded interesting so he bent and removed his shoes and socks. She took them and put them in her oversized handbag. He looked around thinking about being seen as he took off his khakis. Freddie watched, but said nothing.

After a moment's hesitation he removed his slacks, handed them to Freddie and moved to take the running shorts. "These shorts are made so that you don't wear underwear," she said looking at his tan briefs.

Again he hesitated, but the in

2019 © sasuke.mobi. All Rigths Reserved. All models were 0ver 18 y.o.