Life as the son of a famous Hollywood starlet was great indeed. Especially since he was the son of the world's highest-paid actress, Sandra Bullock. Adam had access to anything he wanted thanks to his mother. Money? Not a problem at all. Work? Easy when most people knew who your mother was. School? A breeze thanks to highly paid tutors and Adam's looks. He was 16 years old and already had the world in the palm of his hand, the only thing missing being a lovely lady to share in all the spoils with. He was by no means bad looking; he stood at five feet and eleven inches tall and still growing. He kept his dirty blonde hair somewhat long, long enough to keep it styled, and his eyes matched the hazel of his mother's. So no, it wasn't his looks at all. It couldn't be who he was since girls practically threw themselves at him on hearing his name alone. It was the fact that he got a little shy around girls. Sure, he could put on the bravado of some playboy with millions of dollars backing him, but when it came to girls, that bravado shrunk to where he got cotton mouth when a girl came to talk to him, whether or not it was about something clean or something not worth mentioning. It seemed like the only woman he could hold a conversation with was his mother, and it really caused Adam sexual frustrations. Speaking of which, he wondered if his mother was around the house somewhere. He knew that everyone else was gone, but he didn't know where his mother was today.
He crept out of his room and slowly walked around the house to try and find his mother. When he couldn't find her, he figured she was either gone or somewhere inside this big house and that she wouldn't hear him at all. With that confidence in mind, he quickly dashed to his mother's master bedroom and closed the door behind him. He looked around for a moment until he came across her dirty clothes hamper. He searched through it until he came across a nice dark pair of her silk panties. He took them out and put them to his nose. He took a deep inhale and savored it; they smelled just like his mother and something a little more. The smell was something bitter sweet and musky. He let his imagination wander and smiled at the thought of what it was - his mom got a little turned on while wearing these. He turned and went to the bed and sat down. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down with his boxers. He wrapped the silk garment around his cock and began to pump his hand up and down his hardened member, thinking about his mother. Since she really was the only woman he could hold a conversation with, they were closer than he and anyone else were. So occasionally his imagination strayed from the pure side and he had some sexual fantasies involving his mother, who could blame him? His mother was Sandra Bullock for crying out loud! She was wealthy, powerful, smoking hot, a triple threat! Adam began to moan loudly as he thought about his mother, which is why he did this when no one was in the house, hopefully no one was today.<|im_end|>
Sandra had a late call the night before, it was a director who wanted to speak with her at the earliest time possible to discuss a movie. It was 7am and the actress had already left her mansion to go to the director's house. Pulling up in his driveway, she got out and rang the doorbell. The actress was wearing a tight white dress that showed every inch of her delicious curves and stopped just short above her knees. Her flesh on her legs were on show down to where her black heels gave her some extra height. Jewelry wasn't high on her agenda but she wore a bracelet on her right wrist which was her grandmother's and a wedding ring on her left hand which had a diamond so big it was hard to miss. Sandra's hair was down today, falling just below her shoulder, just the right length that she liked. Her face didn't have too much makeup on apart from some eyeliner to make her eyes stand out and a red lipstick applied to her lips.
Sandra was seen by the director now, she waved goodbye and put some sunglasses on as she stepped into her Mercedes. Reversing out of the driveway, she drove away heading back home. The meeting went quite well; she hadn't worked with this person before but he seemed keen and impressed with her, and she felt the same about him. They looked over the script, talked about what kind of character she would be playing and who else would be starring in it. Sandra was happy and that was most important as she stopped at a traffic light. Leaning over to her passenger seat, she looked through her bag for her cell phone. Holding it to her ear, she tried to get in touch with her son Adam, but it seemed he wasn't around to answer, which confused her because he always picked up.
Turning the corner in to her street, she saw her mansion with no vehicles parked outside, and everyone was out, it being a weekend. After the film star had parked her car, she used the keys from her bag to open the door and everything was still and quiet. Stepping out of her heels and putting them to one side, she walked barefoot, lifting her sunglasses to sit on top of her head. Placing the bag she carried on the table in the corridor, she walked up the marble stairs to her son's room. It was empty, and she saw his phone on his bed. Just as she picked it up, she heard a noise coming from what sounded like her bedroom. The marriage wasn't exactly at its happiest, and thoughts flooded in her mind with what she might find out. Walking silently thanks to her bare feet, she pushed her door open slowly to see something that shocked her. Dropping her son's phone, it smashed on the floor, breaking it. "Adam?!"<|im_end|>