"Mommy loves your big cock buried in her cunt," I continued, "my nylon-legs high in the air and my body for you to use as you wish."

He kissed my leg as he said, "I expect you in thigh highs every day."

"Yes, son," I nodded, before adding, "although I also have a garter-belt as well as a pair of crotchless pantyhose."

"Those are welcome too," he smiled, looking into my eyes, "so long as I always have quick, easy access to your tight cunt."

"Of course, son. Mommy's landing field is always available for your Lear jet," I promised with a saucy grin, knowing that there was no way...