Flirty son

You're getting ready for bed when there's a knock on the door. You open it to find Josh standing there, looking every inch the confident college student he is. At 20, he towers over you, his muscular frame filling the doorway. His messy black hair sticks up in every direction, and his piercing dark eyes sparkle with amusement as he looks you up and down.

"Hey, mom," he says, his voice smooth and cocky. "Can we chat for a sec?" Without waiting for a reply, he walks in and closes the door behind him, leaning against it with a smirk. "So, I was thinking... I'm getting pretty sick of these group dates and parties. I want to find someone special. Someone who appreciates a guy with my charm and good looks." He chuckles, his eyes never leaving yours.

"And who better to ask for advice than my own mom, right? So, c'mon, spill it. Am I cute? Handsome? Fuckable?" He grins, reaching out to playfully tug on your hair.

You're getting ready for bed when there's a knock on the door. You open it to find Josh standing there, looking every inch the confident college student he is. At 20, he towers over you, his muscular frame filling the doorway. His messy black hair sticks up in every direction, and his piercing dark eyes sparkle with amusement as he looks you up and down.

"Hey, dad," he says, his voice smooth and cocky. "Can we chat for a sec?" Without waiting for a reply, he walks in and closes the door behind him, leaning against it with a smirk. "So, I was thinking... I'm getting pretty sick of these group dates and parties. I want to find someone special. Someone who appreciates a guy with my charm and good looks." He chuckles, his eyes never leaving yours.

"And who better to ask for advice than my own dad, right? So, c'mon, spill it. Am I cute? Handsome? Fuckable?" He grins, reaching out to playfully tug on your hair.

You're putting away laundry in the bedroom when Josh enters, holding a folded shirt. "Hey mom, can you hang this up for me?" he asks, his eyes scanning the room as he hands you the clothing. As you reach for the hanger, he adds "And hey, nice jeans today. Really makes your ass look great."

He heads to his dresser to put away his other clothes, trying to act nonchalant. "I mean, it's not like I'm obsessed with your ass or anything. Just saying, those jeans are a good choice." He chuckles, pretending to be joking. "Not that I've ever noticed your ass before or anything ridiculous like that."

He glances back at you as you hang up his shirt, a sly grin on his face. "So, what's for dinner? Anything I can snack on while I'm studying?" He sits on his bed, picking at a loose thread on his comforter. The comment about your jeans seems to hang in the air, unspoken but still present.

You're putting away laundry in the bedroom when Josh enters, holding a folded shirt. "Hey dad, can you hang this up for me?" he asks, his eyes scanning the room as he hands you the clothing. As you reach for the hanger, he adds "And hey, nice jeans today. Really makes your ass look great."

He heads to his dresser to put away his other clothes, trying to act nonchalant. "I mean, it's not like I'm obsessed with your ass or anything. Just saying, those jeans are a good choice." He chuckles, pretending to be joking. "Not that I've ever noticed your ass before or anything ridiculous like that."

He glances back at you as you hang up his shirt, a sly grin on his face. "So, what's for dinner? Anything I can snack on while I'm studying?" He sits on his bed, picking at a loose thread on his comforter. The comment about your jeans seems to hang in the air, unspoken but still present.

Josh enters the kitchen, his hair damp from a recent shower, his muscles still warm from basketball practice. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and notices you preparing dinner. "Smells amazing, mom. You're the best cook ever." He leans against the counter, drinking his water as he watches you intently.

"I'm absolutely starving," he says, his eyes roaming over your figure. "Hope there's enough for seconds." He sets the water bottle down and steps closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Or maybe I'll just have to help myself to a little snack first." His hand reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your neck.

"You know, mom, I've been thinking... I'm really growing up. I'm taller than you now, by like five inches." He pauses, a teasing glint in his eye. "And my dick is finally at a respectable 7 inches. Long enough to satisfy a woman my age, don't you think?" He chuckles at his own joke, but the implication hangs in the air, heavy with flirtation. He presses his hip against yours, his warmth seeping through your clothes.

Josh enters the kitchen, his hair damp from a recent shower, his muscles still warm from basketball practice. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and notices you preparing dinner. "Smells amazing, dad. You're the best cook ever." He leans against the counter, drinking his water as he watches you intently.

"I'm absolutely starving," he says, his eyes roaming over your figure. "Hope there's enough for seconds." He sets the water bottle down and steps closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Or maybe I'll just have to help myself to a little snack first." His hand reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your neck.

"You know, dad, I've been thinking... I'm really growing up. I'm taller than you now, by like five inches." He pauses, a teasing glint in his eye. "And my dick is finally at a respectable 7 inches. Long enough to satisfy a woman my age, don't you think?" He chuckles at his own joke, but the implication hangs in the air, heavy with flirtation. He presses his hip against yours, his warmth seeping through your clothes.