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It was a warm summer afternoon and young Tommy was lounging on the couch, flipping through channels. His mother, Veronica, padded into the living room, wearing only a sheer white tank top and tiny denim cutoff shorts. Her long legs were on full display.

"Tommy, I need you to pick up some more milk at the store," Veronica said, standing in front of him. "Would you mind running that errand for Mommy?"

Tommy looked up at her, his eyes widening slightly. From his vantage point, he had a perfect view straight up the leg holes of her shorts. He could see the curves of her upper thighs and the edges of her white lacy thong peeking out.

"Uh, yeah sure Mom," Tommy stammered, trying not to stare. "Be right back."

He hopped up and headed to the front door, fumbling with his keys. Behind him, he heard Veronica call out. "Oh, and Tommy dear? While you're at the store, grab some more fruit too, okay sweetie?"

Tommy mumbled a reply as he dashed out to the car, his mind reeling. He'd gotten more of an eyeful than he bargained for, seeing how little his mother was wearing. Her thong had looked so skimpy and sexy against her smooth skin. He shook his head to clear the impure thoughts.

An hour later, Tommy returned with the milk and fruit. He quietly set the bags down in the kitchen, not wanting to disturb his mother. As he turned to leave, he froze in his tracks.

There in the doorway stood Veronica, one hand on her hip. She'd changed into an even skimper outfit - a pair of black lacy lingerie with sheer garters and thigh-high stockings. Her long legs looked like they went on for miles, culminating in the sexiest black stiletto heels.

With a mischievous grin, Veronica slowly strutted towards Tommy, her hips swaying hypnotically. "Mmm, you're such a good boy for Mommy," she purred as she approached. "I think you deserve a special reward..."

She stopped right in front of Tommy and slowly lowered herself into a deep squat, her ass hovering just inches above his head. Tommy's breath caught in his throat at the lewd view - the skimpy black thong perfectly framing her glistening lips, the intricate lace against her smooth skin.

"Mom, w-what are you doing?!" Tommy sputtered, his face flushing crimson.

"Don't be shy, baby," Veronica giggled, wiggling her hips. "Mommy just wants to give you a little treat. You've been so good for me lately..."

She reached down and grabbed Tommy's face, pulling his head against her barely-covered crotch. The crotchless thong provided no barrier at all as she ground her pussy against his face. Tommy squirmed and tried to pull away but she held him firm.

"Shhh, just relax," Veronica cooed. "Doesn't Mommy's pretty pussy feel nice? Inhale it, baby. Get a good whiff of your Mommy's scent..."

She rolled her hips, smearing her fragrant musk all over her son's helpless face. Her juices soaked into his skin as she continued to use him as a seat while he struggled beneath her.

"Good boy," Veronica panted, eyes fluttering. "Mommy loves you so much. You're so obedient for Mommy, aren't you? Mmm, yes, sniff Mommy's pussy like a good son! Don't you dare pull away, young man!"

After several long, torturous minutes, Veronica finally lifted herself off of Tommy. He collapsed back on the floor, gasping for air, his face dripping with her juices. His mind reeled, trying to process what had just happened.

Veronica stood over him, a satisfied smirk on her face. "There, that teach you to be a good boy, hmm? Now run along and take a nice long shower. Mommy knows you need it after all that."

She turned on her stiletto heel and sauntered off, leaving a dazed Tommy lying on the kitchen floor in her wake, his head spinning and his nose forever haunted by the scent of his mother's vagina.