I wondered if he would let me do that. What if he wouldn’t? If HE couldn’t pick them out and he wouldn’t let me do it… …I would have to try and get him in the truck , bring him home and hope a shower might do it or…take him to the Emergency Room.

Then I thought, “Suppose he starts to get hard?”

The thought made my stomach feel funny. At first I thought it was kind of amusing, then… I was amazed I had even thought of such a thing.

“Maybe we should just go to the ER.” I thought briefly.

“Are we gunna do this.” Steven sounded pretty miserable.

“Sure, you ready?”

“Yeah, I guess…” He said as he turned towards the open door; his back to me.

I let my hands slide into my son’s underwear very slowly. I felt the backs of my hands against the hard cheeks of his ass.

“Ouch… …ouch… …ow…” Steve squirmed around as we both slid our hands into his briefs. I could feel the odd cactus needle poking my hands as well.

“You Ok?” I asked him.

“Yeah… …yeah… …let’s just get them off Mom, The needles are poking me everywhere. Shit…”

“Everywhere…” I thought. “Wow. This is gunna be interesting.”

We pulled the material out and away from his body and slowly began to work them down.

“Easy Mom.”

Steve kept his vigil, surveying the surrounding area and the road that led to the dunes.

“I am Sweetie.”

As I bent down to lower his briefs to the ground, his ass came into full view. His ass moved so close to my face as he bent over pulling the front of his underwear down, that my cheek almost brushed against his skin. As his knees bent… …I could see his balls hanging down between his legs. The sight took me by surprise. I hadn’t seen any BALLS in quite some time.

He stepped out of his briefs and looked over his shoulder at me and then browsed around again…Still no sign of anyone.

I took his briefs and threw them in the back of the trailer. I figured I’d just throw them away when we got home. When I turned back to my son, he stood with his front facing the open door and his back side towards me. He looked pretty strapping; a good bit older than 15 from this angle.

{I figured that was just the lonely divorcee throwing her two cents in.}

I stood up behind Steve and tried to comfort him a little.

“Don’t worry Steve. Hardly anyone comes up here once it starts to get dark.”

We both knew that was just wishful thinking. I didn’t think it was such a big deal. I figured if anyone came up here, they’d park as far away from us as the parking area would allow. Certainly granting us enough time and privacy to at least get my son into the truck with the doors closed. I think Steven was more worried that someone might see him naked…with his MOM.

It was unlikely we’d meet up with someone that knew I was Steven’s mother. As I know it doesn’t sound very humble but I have a feeling, considering the looks I get from a lot of these young boys, much to their girlfriend’s dismay, that most guys pulling up now catching Steven naked with me…Well…They might consider him a pretty lucky kid.
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