I joked, "You're just going to fly into my airport," playing on the fact he was dressed as a pilot. Okay, half-dressed as a pilot. From the waist up. And naked from the waist down. With a fucking great joystick pointing right at me.

"Just enjoying your cockpit," he wickedly replied, as I imagined his cock sliding into my cockpit.

"Oh my," was all I could say as his tongue worked magic on my fevered pussy. Tipsy and horny are a dangerous mix, and I was completely at the mercy of every slightest whim of my strong-willed son.

"You taste delicious," he complimented, as his tongue parted my pussy lips...