Truth Or Dare

My son is getting older and he's getting other interests, going out with friends on the weekend, running around with a little blonde, and he's going away for college in just a few weeks! I want to show him that I am a hip mom, just as cool as any of his friends on his Facepage, so I convince him to play a game of "truth or dare" with me, just the way I learned how to play it with my sorority sisters. I get tired of playing truths, I already feel that I have confided in him a bit much, even confessing an affair that I had on his father! I choose "dare," and he asks me to call dad and tell him that the marriage is over. It's true that I confessed our marriage is in jeopardy, but oh my God, call him and end it? He's serious! I laugh and tell him, "you've got me, I can't do it." When my old college girls used to play Truth or Dare, if you couldn't do what was asked, you were to accept on a punishment of the opponent's choice. "I want to see you in your underwear," Tyler says in his cute boyish voice. I try to hide my smile. It makes me feel so good, that's so shameful, I even feel the wetness trickle down my pussy and gather in the cotton gusset of my sexy lace panties. I bite my lip wondering if the smell of my sex is making him horny. I read online that the scent of a woman is much like a wolf in heat, and it can bring out the primal, almost uncontrollable, animalistic side of men. But my boy? I see him move his lips but my mind starts to wander, as it always does when I am under tremendous pressure. Jesus Christ. I'm going to do it.