Then, without warning, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slid them down her thighs, her movements slow and teasing. The panties came free, and before I could react, she pressed them against my nose, her voice a dark, husky murmur. "Smell how wet I am for you, Mike..."
The scent hit me like a punch—musky, intoxicating, hers. My cock hardened painfully in my pants, my fingers twitching with the urge to grab her, to pin her down and fuck her right there on the couch. But Emily was still asleep in my lap, her head resting against my thigh, completely unaware of the filthy game her mother was playing.
Jennifer's breath hitched as she watched my reaction, her lips parting slightly, her eyes dark with desire. "Do you like that?" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and excitement. "Do you like knowing how bad I want you?"
