As I walked toward him, my mind was a bit rattled. I could feel my body tensing, and a sense of anticipation. I found myself letting my hips swing rather wantonly, a small voice somewhere whispering "What are you doing, Elizabeth?". I could feel the thong of my bikini rubbing my newly bared cunt, and knew I was juicing. Juicing? for my son? Then suddenly I realized I was smiling at him, and as his cock began to rise, pressing on his suit, I let my eyes drift down to it, and widened my smile. I could feel my big boobs, the nipples stiff, bouncing sexily as I arrived at...