People often say that a photo is better than a thousand words.But what they didn't say is that although it's true that your mother showed you naked, it's better than a thousand other photos.
I knew it was true because one Saturday morning, I sat at my desk and looked at the picture of my mother's naked lower body on the computer screen.
I'm checking out the collection of photos I've taken for my mom recently, including the one that mom accidentally exposed her vagina to me.
It was the second day of my mother's birthday and I accidentally saw her naked body in her bedroom.
I slept a little lazy.
I didn't have a job that day, so there was no need to get up early.
I woke up because the neighbor next door started mowing the lawn.
This sound woke me up from my sleep and prompted me to get out of bed.I sat up from the mattress, stepped on my feet on the floor, and my mind tossed and turned around thinking about what happened the night before.
I saw my mother's naked body.
She was standing not far from me.
I saw her naked for no more than two seconds, after which she tried to cover her breasts and vagina, but only partially succeeded.
She stood naked in front of me for about two minutes.
We just stood together like this, she was naked and I was wearing clothes.
This is the sexiest scene I have ever seen in my life.
I just sat by the bed like that and thought for a while.
I didn't get up from bed until 10:30 and went to the kitchen for breakfast.My mother was awake and was frying eggs in the black pot on the stove.
Mom squeezed her slender hips and long legs into a pair of faded skinny jeans.
The upper body is a loose pale pink long-sleeved cotton shirt.
The pink hairpin tied her hair into a ponytail and drooped from behind to her shoulders.
She walked barefoot from one end of the kitchen to the other end.
When I followed her into the kitchen, my mother didn't see me at first.
After last night's incident, I didn't know what to say to her.
Seeing her in front of me, I kept thinking, I walked into her bedroom while she was naked.
I hope this doesn't embarrass us too much.
No, or, in other words, doesn't seem to be.
When she heard my voice, she turned around and gave me a hug, without a strange pause, without a strange look.
We all act like nothing strange has happened.
We had breakfast together and didn't say much.When we were almost finished, the doorbell rang.
I walked to the front door and opened it.
I was surprised to see my dad standing at the door.
He seemed happy to see me, but he was also a little embarrassed to stand at the door.
This used to be his house, but now it's mom's, and it's the result of their divorce agreement.
Randy!He said, and then we hugged each other.He crossed the threshold and entered the house, a little embarrassed.
Are you OK?He asked.We chatted for a few minutes about my work and school.Then he mentioned the real reason why he came.
Is mom at home?He asked.
I told him that she was at home, and they met and left together. I didn’t know what they had talked about.
While they were talking, I returned to my room, and I sat in front of the computer and recalled the photos I had taken for my mother so far.
My mom’s hot photo archives have increased rapidly in recent weeks.
I have a picture of her lying on the sofa in shorts, revealing her pussy.
Obviously, that is the one I have seen the most.
But I also have pictures I took of her while we were running together.
I also have pictures of her wearing the running suit I bought for her the night before.
When I could pull out of the picture of her pussy, I looked at the pictures of her wearing a tight running suit.
The material of the clothes was thin, tightly pressed against her, almost like body painting under the soft living room lights.
I can't see her most private parts, but her slim and delicious figure is unobstructed.
My fingers tickled the keyboard over and over, flipping through the photos I took for my sexy mom.
I savored every photo carefully.
However, these photos did not satisfy my desire for my mother, but instead aroused my desire.
Just the night before, I saw my mom naked, only for two seconds, but I didn’t have a camera on hand at the time and in that case I wouldn’t take pictures of her anyway because she was too embarrassed.
But I want that.
I want my mother to willingly take off all her clothes for me and let me take pictures of her.
I don't know how to do this, but I just want to.I have a desperate and strange sense of mission, and I want to do so.
Just as I was looking through the photos, the knock on the door rang.
Randy?Mom shouted, your dad is leaving, come out and say a few words.
I left the room and left the photo of my mother on the computer.
I met my dad at the door. We didn't talk much, just hugged me.
After the divorce, my relationship with my father was fine, but it was still very embarrassing to see him at home because my mother now owns the house.
After seeing my father off, I closed the door and walked to the kitchen and saw my mother cleaning her breakfast.
What does dad want to do?I asked.
Mom smiled softly, a little gloomy.
Your dad wants something back, she said.
He agreed in our settlement what I could have.Some old records we collected in the early days of our marriage.We used to do this often.Even if the record is no longer produced, we will collect some.I collected records from the 70s.After we divorced, your dad didn't care about these collections, so he agreed to give them to me.This morning, he told me how important it is to him.
Then what do you say?I asked.
Well, mom said, to be honest, I don't feel that strongly about those things.Until your dad missed it.He said his girlfriend liked those old records.Somehow, when he said this, I suddenly felt that I cared more about those old records than before.So I refused, he disagreed.
Sorry, mom.I said.It sounds like dad is not sensitive.
She paused for a while before answering.
I don't want you to get involved in our quarrel, Randy, she said, but you asked, and you're an adult.I don't want to hold grudges, but I don't understand some of your father's actions.
She stopped and I could see that she was a little difficult to speak.
I put my arm on her shoulder.
It's okay, mom.I said.I understand.
Mom's hands were placed in the sink and was washing dishes with clean water.
Then what are you going to do today, little lazy?Mom asked.
have no idea.I answered.I think I'll go running.Mason texted that he would be gathering with everyone later tonight.We might go to the new Fast and Furious.What about you, mom?
I wanted to take advantage of the good weather today to do gardening. She said the bushes need to be trimmed.The rest of today is uncertain.
Mom brushed a few more plates and turned to me.
Randy, she said, can you take my cell phone out of the bedroom?I think it's on the table next to my bed.
Of course, mom.I said.
I walked down the corridor to her room.
In her room, I saw that my mother had washed her clothes and there were a bunch of clothes that had been folded but not yet placed on the bed.Her cell phone was placed on the bedside table, and her panties were piled up next to it.
The pile of panties caught my attention and made me stop before picking up the phone.
I combed the pack of underwear.
They vary in type and color.
Some are black, some are white, some are red, and some are turquoise.
She has men's shorts and thongs.
Some are shining, some are simple, some are lace, and some are transparent.
I also saw that the thong had its mouth open and could not cover her vagina at all.
Wow, mom, I think.
I took out a pair of light blue thongs from two-thirds of the pile.
It is nothing more than a fine blue satin thread, with a small, film-like triangle connected to the front.
The film is almost transparent.
If I saw my mom wearing it, I would undoubtedly see clearly the gap in her vagina through the blue film.
I clamped the fabric with my thumb and index finger.
I think my thumb is touching the part of my thong that is pressing against my mother's vagina.I got hard again.
I put the blue thong into my pocket, re-adjusted the stack of underwear, picked up my mom's phone, and returned to the kitchen.
This is your phone, mom, I handed it to her.She wiped her hands and took them.
Thanks, Randy, she said.
She looked up at me, her face very close to me.
Mom is tall, as far as women are concerned, but I am taller and she is barefoot, so she has to look up at me.
She raised one hand and tapped my chest gently and lovingly, thinking I was a little straightened by her touch.
I really appreciate you, Randy, she said, it's great to have a man at home.In some ways, you play better than your dad.
I like the way she says this.
At the same time, I was also reflecting on how strange it was that she didn't mention anything about me seeing her naked the night before.
I think either she doesn't care or she's trying to hide or forget how she feels about it.
Being with my mother made me feel anxious and restless.
But she was wearing skinny jeans and seemed to be only concerned with housework.
Although she looks good, she won't show me anything when dressed like this.
It was sunny and the weather was warm.I decided to go for a run.I left my mom in the kitchen, went back to my room, threw her thong in the drawer and placed it next to the lotion bottle.
A few minutes later, I went out, wearing jogging shorts, sunglasses, a cell phone tied to my arms, and no shirt as before.
I ran six miles, with several quarter-mile intervals.
My brain has almost been filled with my mother's figure, and my body is filled with lust and desire, eager to see more of my mother's figures.
While running, I found a way to make my mother's exposure go a step further.
I could suggest taking more pictures of her, but at some point if I want to take pictures of her naked breasts or pussy, I have to ask her to take off her bra or pull her underwear down or pull it aside.
I really can't imagine that I would do this, or my mother would promise me to do this.
As for how to expose my mother further, I was stuck.
I finished my run and slowly returned home and opened the front door.
Mother!I'm back!I shouted as soon as I entered the door.
I heard no response.
I want to know where mom is.
I knew it right away, but first I needed something to drink, so I went to the kitchen to get a bottle of iced Gatorade.
Ice blue, or similar artificial flavor.
I walked to the living room where there was a large window leading to the backyard.
Then I saw my mom.She was lying on a recliner by the pool reading.She was wearing the little red bikini I gave her the night before, which was her birthday gift.
Xiū.
I got an erection instantly.
In the store, when I bought the bikini, I stroked the fabric with my fingers.
As I picked it up, I saw an incredibly thin rope on the side, and the thought of my mother's delicious body being covered by a small piece of fabric from the bikini, my desire arose.
And now, she was lying in the sun in front of me, with only a few pieces of fabric all over her body, which looked smaller than I thought in her tall, slender and plump figure.
My fantasy came true.
I have to take a closer look.
I went back to the pool.Hi, mom.I try to say it casually.
Hi Randy!Mom answered happily.
Her eyes were covered by a pair of sunglasses, but her white teeth were exposed and she smiled happily.
She lay on her back on a recliner at a 45-degree angle, holding a book in one hand.
When she called out my name, she turned slightly to me, and I was shocked by her tall, plump figure and her tender naked skin.
Her slender waist highlighted her hourglass-like figure.
From my perspective, her body was covered with only three triangular red fabrics, which barely covered her breasts, and the other barely covered the private part between her legs.
I approached her, pulled up another recliner, sat on it, with my legs facing her side.
It seems you are running well, she said, and then pressed my abs with her fingers.
I like her doing it and I like her seem to like doing it.
My chest was exposed and I wondered what she saw when she looked at me under her sunglasses.
I tried to understand her mood from my mother's body language.
No matter how she felt, she didn't show any hint of embarrassment or tension because of what happened the night before.
She put her hands back, crossed over her head, leaning against the chair.
She bent the leg that was far away from me.
This pose shows the sculptural grace of her thighs and the protrusion of her calf muscles.
I noticed that she was wearing open-toe wedge sandals with her toenails painted in vermilion, which complemented her suit.
This is a nice sexy embellishment.
I also noticed that the small bikini fabric triangle between her legs seemed to disappear at the intersection of her legs.
I know this is not a thong, but there is not much fabric between her legs, and from this perspective it almost seems to have completely disappeared.
I really can't believe the weather, she said, it's almost October and it's still so hot.The sun is very comfortable.
I'm glad she likes this and I hope she doesn't rush to leave the sun.I have nothing urgent to do, and in my opinion, I can watch my mom bask in the sun all day in a little red bikini.
Speaking of sunbathing, she said, I want to go to the other side to bask in the sun, but I need to apply some lotion on my back first.Can you help me?She pointed to a bottle of Spf 30 sunscreen on the small table next to her.
Mom is lucky that she can tan without any effort; she uses sunscreen to avoid over-tanning.
Of course, mom, I said, no problem.No problem this is really an understatement.
At that moment, there was almost nothing that made me more happy than applying lotion on my hands and stroking my mom’s soft body.
My mother handed me the lotion bottle and I tried to get the chair as close as possible to her.
I sprayed a large drop of greasy body lotion on my palm, rubbed it with both hands, and then leaned against my mother to start working.
My hands exuded the tropical scent of coconut.
At this time, she had turned over and her back was exposed in front of me.
Before I started, I had to hold my breath because I saw the cut of my mom’s bikini lower body for the first time.
The lower body of the bikini is more or less Brazilian. It is not a thong, but it has much more exposed hips on both sides than the lower body of the ordinary bikini.
The sides of the bikini were fixed by strings as thin as spaghetti, and my mother neatly tied the rope into a bow.
I think, with a light pull, the whole bikini will slide down.
But I didn't pull it.
Instead, I put my hands on my mother's shoulders and started applying lotion.
I also put my finger in a little and massaged her back.
I consciously drew a large circle on her shoulders with my hands and started smearing downwards.
I sprayed a little directly in the middle of my mother's back, and with a puff, my mother's body slightly retreated.
My hands, now seemed to be guided by a force that I could not control, pushed the lotion to her sides.
For the first time I noticed how many side boobs were exposed on the bikini top.
Although the front of her breasts was squeezed into her bra, a lot of them were still exposed.
I wonder what level I should touch?
My hands want to know the answer.
My hands swept to both sides of my mother at the same time, and my fingers briefly swept across the sides of her naked breasts.
This is the first time I have really put my hands on my mom's breasts.
She did not retreat.I think this is good.
I didn't stop.
I massaged her waist with lotion, and my fingers innocently crossed the upper edge of her bikini lower body. The lower body of the bikini was temptingly lowered to her buttocks, and the thin rope just covered her hips.
Two fingers barely crossed under the edge of the bikini underwear.
Their pressure pressed the bikini hem down a little.
Maybe it was too young, and my mom might not have noticed it; but I noticed it because the moment my fingers swept from one side of her back to the other, I saw her hips cracked.
Mom said nothing and looked relaxed, so I thought I would keep going.
My saliva was about to flow out as my hands stroked along the exposed part of my mother's buttocks were in a tiny bikini, with a lot of things exposed, and her buttocks looked very attractive.
The skin is soft but firm in shape without a trace of sagging.
It was obvious that mom’s buttocks benefited a lot from her workout.
My hands were burning and trying to touch them.
I was about to spray some lotion on my hand and continued to touch her butt when a voice came out of the door on one side of the house.
Randy, the voice shouted, are you there?
Mom looked up at me.Are you waiting for someone?she asked.
No.I said.But it sounds like Tucker.I'll go see what he wants to do.
I walked to the gate and let him in. I secretly cursed him for being the wrong time along the way.My hands were rubbing my mother's strong and plump buttocks a few seconds ago.
I opened the door and Tucker stood in front of me, with a bright smile on his face.
There was a DVD in front of him in an ordinary jewelry box, and before I could speak, he started to speak loudly.
Randy, my man.It looks like you've been running, he said, pointing at my unclothed breast.
You are such a video god.He pointed to the DVD, which was great.The red-haired man was working in the classroom...
I covered my face with my fingers helplessly, told him to shut up, and then twisted my head toward the yard a few times, indicating that we were not alone.
A few weeks ago, I burned a few pornographic videos on DVD and gave them to Tucker.
Now he wants to pay me back.
I don't think my mother needs to listen to him review these videos one by one.
Tucker understood what I meant and shut his mouth.
Mom is here, and I whisper to him.
Tucker began to look over my shoulder.
Oh, he changed gears and said, why didn't you say it earlier?Can I say hello?
Of course, I said, and then took him into the door, but as soon as I entered the door, I wondered if I had done something wrong.
Of all my friends, Tucker is the one who loves to peek at my mom the most.
When I was young, I couldn't stand it.
I have never encountered such a thing since my feelings for my mom changed.
Tucker's appearance only interferes with my mom's plan.
He had interfered with my hands on the date with my mom's hot, lively ass.
But I have invited him in and now I can't help but invite my best friend.
Tucker followed me along the path leading to the pool.
I saw my mom walking in front and I turned around so that I could capture Tucker's expression when he saw her.
Tucker stopped moving.
His feet were firmly tied to the cement road.
His mouth was wide open.
Tucker has seen my mom wearing miniskirts, or even bikinis before.
But he had never seen her wear such a bikini.
I'm not sure if his heart can bear it.
This is just a little exaggerated.
Tucker hates exercise very much, and his physical condition is not very good.
He had twenty or thirty pounds of fat on his waist.
It took him a few seconds to calm down and followed me to the terrace by the pool.
Mom saw us, wearing dark sunglasses and looked up at him, and as we approached, she took off her sunglasses.
Well, hello, Tucker.She said.
Hi, Mrs. Crowley, Tucker said, a nervous desire bursting out in his voice.
I'm using my pre-married surname now, Tucker.My name is Lund.But you know, you are an adult now, so if you want, you can call me "Yingjia".
Oh, I don't know.sorry.Ms. Lund.Yingjia.Um.I'm not sure about the name.If possible, I'd still call it "Ms. Lund", that's Norwegian, right?
Yes, that's right.She said with a comic-style accent and gave him a bright smile.
She took off her glasses and I guess her green eyes gave him a second or two to stop staring at her naked body.
But it may not be too long.
I know how much it has been to see my mom wear or take off her clothes like this.
If it were before, I would definitely be troubled.
But now it won't.
I spent all my time thinking about how sexy my mom was, and now I was excited to imagine Tucker thinking about her like that.
I didn't need to imagine that his tongue was almost poking out of his mouth.
Tucker is a nerd.
He is a few inches shorter than me.
He was lazy, had a big belly, curly hair, and was wearing thick black-framed glasses.
But he talks gushingly, with a nerd charm that sometimes works well for ladies.
Last May, he hooked up with Kendra Kovalski with sweet words, and he spent the summer showing it to us.
But now, in front of my mother, he was speechless.
What wind blows you, Tucker?Mom asked him sweetly.
Oh, come and send this.He said, taking the DVD in front of him.Randy asked me to borrow some of the class notes he saved on this DVD.DVD.
I don't know you've also taken classes together, she said, revealing suspicion of the DVD content that Tucker described.
I was... listening to a class he was taking, Tucker replied, See if I want to take it.
It's great to see you working together, she said.
As she said this, she shook her legs on the recliner.
She crossed her curved distal legs on her near legs, lying down to talk to us, while slowly moving the shoes on her distal legs up and down on the calf of the other leg, as if tickling.
She then put her leg back on the other side, loosening and straightening the one closer to us, bent and lifting the knee of the other leg.
The effect of this is that the incredible red triangle on the lower body of the bikini is exposed more in front of us.
Tucker, do you want to stay and swim?she asked.
I don't know what's wrong with my mom.
I swear she was showing off to him.
It is cautious, not lustful, but it does seem to be showing off.
She must have known the effects of her movements on her body’s exposure to us.
I've never seen her do such a thing before.
But Tucker of pity said nothing.
No, Tucker has to leave, I said, he has something to do and he doesn't bring his clothes.
Tucker glared at me.
I knew he was thinking that I could bring a set of clothes on my own.
But I have other arrangements today, he is not in the plan.
I just want my mom to wear her ultra-short bikini to show me alone.
Glad to meet you, Tucker.Let's come back next time.Mom said.
I will, thanks.He said reluctantly after he resumed his voice, Goodbye, Mrs. C, I mean, Ms. Lund.
Tucker and I walked into the room through the back door.I took out a cold drink from the refrigerator and gave it to him.
Randy, Tucker said, I don't need cold drinks.I need a cold shower.
Instead of going to the front door, he walked to the large window facing the living room facing the backyard.He turned around and stared at my mom, who was lying on the recliner, wearing sunglasses, facing us sideways.
Your mother is Norwegian, he said, that's right.
Why do you say so?I asked him.
Norwegians are very sexy.What's in Norway?Fjords, snow, and hot girls.I've said before, Randy, you have the sexiest mom on this planet.I mean, my god, Yingjia.She should be the captain of the Norwegian bikini team.
If it were the past, his words would upset me.There is no more now, but I won't let him know.I pretended to be very unhappy.
Please, Tucker, that's my mom.
I know, man, but you are a man too, and she is a beauty.Look at her abs, I can use her abs to sprinkle coins all day.And her toes, nail polish and red suits match well, and I can suck her toes all day like a popsicle.
Tucker!I said as if angry.
Sorry, sorry, he said, I know you are always a little sensitive in this regard.But you are a lucky person.
He kept staring at her through the window.
So, Randy, have you ever thought about this question?
Uh, what do you think?
You know, he said, barely pushing out a sly smile.You are single.Your mom is single too.divorce.Lonely.You are all adults.Have you ever thought about you and your mother
Tucker, stop talking.No, I haven't thought of her that way.
OK, OK, don't be angry.He said.
Just…I can’t imagine what it would be like to wake up and see a supermodel-like mom every day.Super fitness model.Those abs.Damn, look at the muscles on the legs.
Tucker...
He paused for a while, but did not stop staring.
I think it's time to move on, man.I said.
He squinted his eyes and pursed his lips as if he was calculating something crazy in his mind.
Does your mom like young people?I mean, if you are not going to find her, maybe I can call her and…
Tucker, no.I said pretending to be impatient.I like to see how my mom influenced Tucker, but I was determined not to show it.My mom is not yours at all, man.
That's for sure.He sighed helplessly and turned toward the front door.
OK, I'm leaving.Thank you for the video.He turned around and glanced at his mother through the window.There are also social visits.
I closed the door and walked back to the living room. The large floor-to-ceiling windows brought the backyard into my eyes. My mother was standing in the center of the picture in a small red bikini.
My first thought was to go back to the pool and continue applying sunscreen to my mom.
But my mother had already turned over and was reading a book again.
I had a different idea.
When my mother didn't know that I was looking at her, she looked at her through the window, and felt an inexplicable stimulation.
It feels different from standing in front of her and looking at her.
My mother and her body were fully displayed in front of me, and I was standing there.
I focused on the window glass.
It looks like it has been cleaned recently.
The glass is clear and stain-free.
My mother was reading the book with all her concentration, and she didn't know that I was reading her.
I ran back to my room.
I picked up the SLR camera.
I also picked up a zoom lens, which I bought from Bestdeal for a cheap price, was a refund from a disgruntled customer.
I switched the zoom lens to a normal lens and walked back to the living room briskly.
I wanted to use the camera to enlarge my mom's body so that she wouldn't see me, and I wanted to take pictures of her wearing a bikini without her knowing it.
I don't know why.
I just want to do that.
But when I returned to the living room, my mother was no longer lying on the recliner.She wasn't in the pool either, nor anywhere in the pool area I could see.Where has she gone?
Then I saw her figure stepping out from behind the bushes, just behind and to the left of the pool area.Mom was walking through the lawn.She was holding gloves and gardening cutters in her hands!
It's weird that mom loves gardening, I've seen her wearing shorts and tops in the garden, but I've never seen her gardening in a bikini.
Yet she was there: walking around the yard almost naked, looking for the bushes to be trimmed.
I have to take pictures of her.
I raised the camera, but before I could get ready, my mother disappeared from my eyes.
She walked to the left and went to a place in the backyard where she couldn't see it from the living room window because it was covered by a bush.
Damn it, I think.I wanted to take pictures of my mom working in a bikini, but I couldn't see her from where I stood.
However, I knew there was a place at home that allowed me to see that part of the yard and my mother: her bedroom.I ran from the living room to her bedroom with my camera.
There is a window on one wall of my mother's bedroom, through which I can see the backyard where I can't see in the living room.
When I arrived at my mother's room, I quickly slowed down and slowly walked sideways to the window.
I want to see my mom, but I don't want her to see me.
I saw her.Ah, I saw her.She turned her back to me, on all sides, stood by the lawn, using scissors to cut a bunch of late-blooming dead flowers.
She was probably crouching about 50 feet away from me.
I put the camera in front of me, aimed at the zoom lens, slowly and carefully pulled the lens closer, aiming at my mother's sturdy, sculptural, bikini-wearing butt.
From this perspective, my mother's butt was raised high, and the small red bikini was thinly pressed against her round, gym-like back.
I pressed the button to take a few photos, pulling the lens as close as possible to my mom’s butt while maintaining good exposure and focus.
Mom stood up from that position.
She poured the withered flower heads into a small pile of them.
I wonder what she will do in the garden next.
My camera is ready to capture her charming look in a little red bikini.
She did nothing at the beginning.
Instead, she looked around the yard.
I saw her looking towards different parts of the backyard fence.
She didn't look at the plants.
I want to know what she is doing.
She seemed to be wondering if anyone could see her.
Then, I saw her put her scissors and gloves on the flower bed, right next to the grass.Then she stood up straight and placed her hands behind her back.Her hands clutched the red tie of the bikini top.
Mom took off her bikini top, pulled it off her and covered her head.
Then she threw her bikini top into the flower bed, next to it with scissors and gloves, and she put on the scissors and gloves again.
My mother was doing gardening in the backyard with her upper body naked.
I looked through the window and kept my camera next to me.
I was deeply shocked by my mother's actions, and at first I didn't even dare to even think about taking pictures of her.
Her upright and firm breasts were not bound by any restraint, and her little red ass was the only thing covering her body, and it could hardly cover her body.
Mom turned around and let me see her thick blonde hair scattering from her exposed back, and her strong, almost uncovered buttocks.
I finally remembered my camera.
I pulled the camera in front of me, enlarged my mother's body with an adjustable lens, and started taking pictures.
She turned toward me half a circle, and now I saw her almost naked outline.
My mother's breasts are not big, but they are highlighted by her slender figure and look bigger than she actually is.
They barely sag, and through the zoom lens, I could easily see her tall pink nipples.
I don't know why mom decided to trim the bushes naked, but it was one of the most exciting things I've ever seen.
My mother looked particularly calm when she was almost naked in the backyard with her upper body cutting leaves, which made me even more excited.
She was like she was doing something normal.
She bent down and cut out some green plants closer to the ground, and I watched through the camera as her firm breasts hang down from her body.
Gravity pulled them down.
I imagined myself sitting on the bed in the garden, under her, opening my mouth, waiting to receive her drooping breasts with her lips and tongue.
Then she squatted down and cut some dead flowers from the bottom of the bush.
She squatted very low, her butt almost touched her feet, and her knees were wide open.
I pulled the camera closer and took a closeup of her red bikini underwear, the flesh between her legs tightly wrapped around her bikini underwear.
I took a few more photos of her.
In the end, I couldn't help it anymore.
I held the camera with one hand and pulled my shorts down with the other until my penis loosened.
I grabbed it and started stroking it.
My mind was filled with pornographic fantasies about my mother, and her every move seemed to make me peek at madly.
I looked down at my cock and felt how hard it was under the squeeze of my fingers.
The front end has already flowed out of the front, and the extra lubrication has made my penis harder.
I must have been distracted because when I looked back at the window, my mom wasn't there.Where has she gone?I want to know.
I suddenly heard the back door open and slammed.Then, I heard the sound of my mom's wedge sandals stepping on the floor.I know she is walking towards this side.
Damn, I think.
I looked around frantically.
In less than 20 seconds, my mother would come in through the bedroom door and she would see me standing next to the window of her bedroom, holding an erect little brother in one hand and a camera with a zoom lens in the other.
Even fools will know what I am doing, and mom is not a fool.
There is no other exit in the bedroom except for the bedroom door, and I don’t want my mother to see me running out of her room with a camera.
I looked at the bathroom.I could try to hide inside, but mom might go in and take a shower or urinate, and if she goes in, she will see me, I don't know how to explain.
I'm going around.I heard her footsteps.I don't have time to decide what to do.
I saw the bed.
This is my only choice.
I lowered my head and pressed myself under the bed.
In the narrow space, I turned around and pulled myself back from the bed, just in time to see my mother walking into her room with bare legs and sandals-wearing feet.
The bed is a big size and is retained after marriage, so there is enough room to hide.
Thick cotton cloth hangs on the mattress, just a few inches from the ground.
If I was quiet and my face and limbs were far away from the bed, my mother would most likely not see me.
If she entered the bathroom, I might be able to escape quickly, and she would never know that I had entered her room.
From the perspective under the bed, I couldn't see any part above my mother's calf.She kicked off the sandals.Then she walked towards the bathroom.I hope she can go in and take a shower and give me a chance to leave.
But she didn't go into the bathroom.She opened the bathroom door and pulled it back.There was a full-length mirror on the inside of the door. My mother pulled the door back far away, and I could see the reflection of her legs and feet in the mirror.
She was standing there.
I couldn't see what her upper body was doing, so I put my face closer to the bed.
Her upper thighs and lower bikini were in sight.
My mother stood up to me, her legs spread apart, and I could clearly see the red fabric gradually narrowing on her buttocks and cheeks, gathering into a thin strip in the gap between her thighs.
Before I could even take a closer look at everything in front of me, I saw the bikini top drop to the ground.
Then I saw a hand reaching towards her hips and quickly pulling the rope tied there.
The knot was quickly pulled apart, and then the bikini fell to the ground, close to her top.
Mom stood naked in front of the mirror.
Her posture and the angle of the mirror allowed me to see her vagina at the same time.
I could see the hazy gap between her legs from behind and below, and I could also see the front of her vagina reflected in the mirror, with a piece of trimmed golden hair covering it.
Seeing my mother like this, I couldn't believe my eyes.
I felt a little guilty when peeping her under the bed, but seeing her naked body, my guilt was overwhelmed by joy and excitement.
Then, the fantasy became even better, as the hand next to her moved to the front of her and played with her pussy with two fingers.
At first, she put her fingers together and rubbed her clitoris, and then moved her fingers to her labia.
I had to whisper myself as I tried to adjust myself as my cock was uncomfortable between my body and the bedroom floor.
Then, my mother left the mirror and I saw her walking around the bed with bare legs.
I heard the sound of the drawer of the bedside table being opened, and I felt the mattress shaking, as if she was moving the bedspread.
Mom's legs walked to the mirror again.
I saw a pillow drop to the ground.
Then, a miracle happened and I saw my mother sitting on the floor, facing the mirror, with her back to the pillow.
She spread her legs.
I kept hiding under the bed and couldn't see her face, but I saw her holding a slender pink stick in one hand and a light bulb at one end, which was a vibrator.
When she opened it, I heard it start to buzz.
Mom wants to masturbate in front of the mirror, and I want to watch from the side.
This angle is tricky because she is facing away from me, but I can see her vagina reflected in the mirror through her bent legs.
This is the most beautiful scene I have seen so far.
Mom retained a piece of hair on her clitoris, but the labia itself had been shaved so there was no obstruction.
The vulva is bare and gently bulging, setting off her flesh slit.
She put the vibrator over her vagina and I saw her push the vibrator slowly downward, passing through her clitoris until the tender flesh was inserted below.
Then the pink orb slid further down, completely entering her body, and her lips closed tightly.
She kept it like this for a full minute, and I heard the buzzing sound getting louder and louder, and she must be adjusting the settings of the vibrator.
Mom started shaking the head of the vibrator to let it go in and out of her body, and I saw her thin labia rising and falling like waves on her pink spherical head.
I was so excited that I couldn't believe it, but I could do nothing.
My crotch was close to the floor and there was no room for me to caress myself.
Even if I have room, I can’t start masturbating, otherwise I may expose myself to my mom.
No matter how big my needs are, I can't do this.
Amid the constant buzz of the vibrator, I could hear my mother's gasp, her spread legs twitching from time to time.
She arched her back and leaned against the pillow, and she held one hand, the vibrator-free hand, on the floor behind her, and lifted her up.
I slowly and quietly pulled the camera in front of me and pointed the lens at my mother.
I was very close to her, and the zoom lens was very powerful. At first, the scene in the lens was blurry, but I adjusted the lens until the scene was clear.
After adjusting the camera, I saw the thin inner labia of my mother's vagina, which was close to the head of the massage stick, the wet film set off her vaginal opening, and even a little milky white liquid gathered on the lower edge of her vagina and began to flow down the skin between her thin legs.
Then, my mother arched her back and leaned her shoulders against the pillow.She raised her feet and pointed her toes.She put her legs in the air, still spreading her legs as before.
Mom lay back, her legs raised in the air, and the area between her legs was exposed more until her puffed anus entered my sight.
The hand that supported her reached to her ass cheek as she sat up and from the mirror I saw my fingers pressing forward from the side of her butt towards her asshole.
She stretched one finger towards her destination until her fingertips were just pressed against her asshole and began to draw small circles around her.
Then, his fingers pushed forward further, sliding across the edge of the tight hole and entering her body.
Her fingers were buried in her butt until the first knuckle.
I saw her keep moving forward.
Her fingers had already penetrated her asshole until her second knuckle.
I saw her fingers twitching, and I knew my mother's fingers were moving in her asshole.
Now, my mother was working hard in her two holes with her fingers and a slender vibrator.
And I miraculously saw her movements on the side.
I had to take a picture, I had to do it, it was risky because taking a picture would make a slight sound, but I thought the chances were more concealed by the steady and loud buzz of the vibrator and the heavy breathing of my mother than the average.
I held the camera and aimed at the focus.
Due to the dim light in the room and the constant twitching of her mother's body under the attack of her fingers and vibrator, it is difficult to keep focus.
But I made up my mind.
I only took pictures once, and I can't take pictures any more.
I can't risk making more noise.
My mother's breathing became rapid and her legs were spasming and twitching in the air.
I knew she would orgasm soon and I had to take a picture before she orgasm and turn off the vibrator.
As her legs kept twitching, filming became increasingly difficult.
However, she pulled the vibrator out of her vagina, her labia opened, her genitals' big mouth was still open, and the top of the vibrator was pressed against her soft, exposed clitoris.
She spread her legs even more wide.
Everything is in sight.
I took the risk of taking this photo.
The camera made a light click, which was obvious to me, and I hoped the vibrator and the sound from my mom would cover it up.
She seemed to have no signs of hearing; her body kept twitching and tensing, and it was obvious that the moment of orgasm was coming.
Then, the climax came.
My mother's thin body arched on the bedroom carpet, her legs straightened, and her whole body trembled.
She let out a slender and high gasp.
Her fingers were still stuck in her but she was obviously trying to keep the vibrator on her frantically twisted body.
As her feet landed on the ground, I saw her body sweeping over by an orgasm.
The obvious tremor swept her like a wave.
They were like ripples on the pond, flowing back and forth on her wet naked body until they retreated and her body became still.
Her high-pitched gasps became slow and quiet.
She calmed down and I didn't dare to move.Because mom was lying on the floor, her head was visible, and if she turned her head and looked in my direction, she might see me under the bed.Fortunately, she didn't.
It seemed like a long time later, but maybe only a few minutes later, my mother sat up.
She sat in front of the mirror for another minute.
I couldn't see her face and upper body, but I felt like she was evaluating her exhausted, climaxed body.
I looked through the zoom lens and the entire area between her legs was soaked in water vapor.
Finally, my mother picked up the bikini film and stood up.Her legs seemed a little unstable and she staggered towards the bathroom.
I heard the sound of water in the sink and then the sound of the shower opening.
This is the time for me to run away.
I climbed out from under the bed opposite the bathroom door.
I poked my head out from the bed.
I can't see the full picture of the bathroom from where I am, but it looks very clear.
I ran quickly from the bed to the door, turned the door handle as quietly as possible, opened the door enough for me to pass, and then closed the door behind me.
I sighed softly.I succeeded.
I ran back to my room, sneaking at first, but later gave up because I needed relief.I closed the door behind me and quickly took off my shorts with my hands.
I need relief more urgently than ever, but what I need first is something else.
I connected the camera to the computer using a Usb cable.
I pressed a few buttons frantically with my fingers.
The files in the camera were downloaded quickly, but they didn't feel fast, but were painfully slow.
Finally finished, I scrolled through the photos until I found the last one.
I have to see how the results are, so that I can let myself go.
I saw it.The result is out.
In the photo I took for her, my mother was lying on the floor, her legs were straightened, her fingers were buried in her anus, the pink sphere of the vibrator pressed against her clitoris, and her delicate lip was peeled off, revealing her wet pink body.
It wasn't the clearest picture I've ever taken, but it was clear enough that the resolution of this photo was excellent given the circumstances at the time, my shaking hands and awkward vantage point.
More importantly, this is the sexiest photo I have ever taken or seen in my life.
My penis was extremely hard pointing at the photo. I touched the top of the penis head with two fingers, and then I couldn't help it. I squirted, again and again, uncontrollable, and again, squirted all over the floor.
I pressed my dick down and most of the semen fell on the carpet, but some fell on my desktop, and dozens of drops of translucent milky white liquid stuck to the lower edge of my computer monitor.
The amount of this cum was comparable to the amount of squirting I had when I first masturbated my mom’s cute pussy a few days ago.
I lay in an office chair, panting, naked from my waist.
Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god.
I looked at the cum all over the ground.I made myself a mess.
But it's worth it.
I knew it was true because one Saturday morning, I sat at my desk and looked at the picture of my mother's naked lower body on the computer screen.
I'm checking out the collection of photos I've taken for my mom recently, including the one that mom accidentally exposed her vagina to me.
It was the second day of my mother's birthday and I accidentally saw her naked body in her bedroom.
I slept a little lazy.
I didn't have a job that day, so there was no need to get up early.
I woke up because the neighbor next door started mowing the lawn.
This sound woke me up from my sleep and prompted me to get out of bed.I sat up from the mattress, stepped on my feet on the floor, and my mind tossed and turned around thinking about what happened the night before.
I saw my mother's naked body.
She was standing not far from me.
I saw her naked for no more than two seconds, after which she tried to cover her breasts and vagina, but only partially succeeded.
She stood naked in front of me for about two minutes.
We just stood together like this, she was naked and I was wearing clothes.
This is the sexiest scene I have ever seen in my life.
I just sat by the bed like that and thought for a while.
I didn't get up from bed until 10:30 and went to the kitchen for breakfast.My mother was awake and was frying eggs in the black pot on the stove.
Mom squeezed her slender hips and long legs into a pair of faded skinny jeans.
The upper body is a loose pale pink long-sleeved cotton shirt.
The pink hairpin tied her hair into a ponytail and drooped from behind to her shoulders.
She walked barefoot from one end of the kitchen to the other end.
When I followed her into the kitchen, my mother didn't see me at first.
After last night's incident, I didn't know what to say to her.
Seeing her in front of me, I kept thinking, I walked into her bedroom while she was naked.
I hope this doesn't embarrass us too much.
No, or, in other words, doesn't seem to be.
When she heard my voice, she turned around and gave me a hug, without a strange pause, without a strange look.
We all act like nothing strange has happened.
We had breakfast together and didn't say much.When we were almost finished, the doorbell rang.
I walked to the front door and opened it.
I was surprised to see my dad standing at the door.
He seemed happy to see me, but he was also a little embarrassed to stand at the door.
This used to be his house, but now it's mom's, and it's the result of their divorce agreement.
Randy!He said, and then we hugged each other.He crossed the threshold and entered the house, a little embarrassed.
Are you OK?He asked.We chatted for a few minutes about my work and school.Then he mentioned the real reason why he came.
Is mom at home?He asked.
I told him that she was at home, and they met and left together. I didn’t know what they had talked about.
While they were talking, I returned to my room, and I sat in front of the computer and recalled the photos I had taken for my mother so far.
My mom’s hot photo archives have increased rapidly in recent weeks.
I have a picture of her lying on the sofa in shorts, revealing her pussy.
Obviously, that is the one I have seen the most.
But I also have pictures I took of her while we were running together.
I also have pictures of her wearing the running suit I bought for her the night before.
When I could pull out of the picture of her pussy, I looked at the pictures of her wearing a tight running suit.
The material of the clothes was thin, tightly pressed against her, almost like body painting under the soft living room lights.
I can't see her most private parts, but her slim and delicious figure is unobstructed.
My fingers tickled the keyboard over and over, flipping through the photos I took for my sexy mom.
I savored every photo carefully.
However, these photos did not satisfy my desire for my mother, but instead aroused my desire.
Just the night before, I saw my mom naked, only for two seconds, but I didn’t have a camera on hand at the time and in that case I wouldn’t take pictures of her anyway because she was too embarrassed.
But I want that.
I want my mother to willingly take off all her clothes for me and let me take pictures of her.
I don't know how to do this, but I just want to.I have a desperate and strange sense of mission, and I want to do so.
Just as I was looking through the photos, the knock on the door rang.
Randy?Mom shouted, your dad is leaving, come out and say a few words.
I left the room and left the photo of my mother on the computer.
I met my dad at the door. We didn't talk much, just hugged me.
After the divorce, my relationship with my father was fine, but it was still very embarrassing to see him at home because my mother now owns the house.
After seeing my father off, I closed the door and walked to the kitchen and saw my mother cleaning her breakfast.
What does dad want to do?I asked.
Mom smiled softly, a little gloomy.
Your dad wants something back, she said.
He agreed in our settlement what I could have.Some old records we collected in the early days of our marriage.We used to do this often.Even if the record is no longer produced, we will collect some.I collected records from the 70s.After we divorced, your dad didn't care about these collections, so he agreed to give them to me.This morning, he told me how important it is to him.
Then what do you say?I asked.
Well, mom said, to be honest, I don't feel that strongly about those things.Until your dad missed it.He said his girlfriend liked those old records.Somehow, when he said this, I suddenly felt that I cared more about those old records than before.So I refused, he disagreed.
Sorry, mom.I said.It sounds like dad is not sensitive.
She paused for a while before answering.
I don't want you to get involved in our quarrel, Randy, she said, but you asked, and you're an adult.I don't want to hold grudges, but I don't understand some of your father's actions.
She stopped and I could see that she was a little difficult to speak.
I put my arm on her shoulder.
It's okay, mom.I said.I understand.
Mom's hands were placed in the sink and was washing dishes with clean water.
Then what are you going to do today, little lazy?Mom asked.
have no idea.I answered.I think I'll go running.Mason texted that he would be gathering with everyone later tonight.We might go to the new Fast and Furious.What about you, mom?
I wanted to take advantage of the good weather today to do gardening. She said the bushes need to be trimmed.The rest of today is uncertain.
Mom brushed a few more plates and turned to me.
Randy, she said, can you take my cell phone out of the bedroom?I think it's on the table next to my bed.
Of course, mom.I said.
I walked down the corridor to her room.
In her room, I saw that my mother had washed her clothes and there were a bunch of clothes that had been folded but not yet placed on the bed.Her cell phone was placed on the bedside table, and her panties were piled up next to it.
The pile of panties caught my attention and made me stop before picking up the phone.
I combed the pack of underwear.
They vary in type and color.
Some are black, some are white, some are red, and some are turquoise.
She has men's shorts and thongs.
Some are shining, some are simple, some are lace, and some are transparent.
I also saw that the thong had its mouth open and could not cover her vagina at all.
Wow, mom, I think.
I took out a pair of light blue thongs from two-thirds of the pile.
It is nothing more than a fine blue satin thread, with a small, film-like triangle connected to the front.
The film is almost transparent.
If I saw my mom wearing it, I would undoubtedly see clearly the gap in her vagina through the blue film.
I clamped the fabric with my thumb and index finger.
I think my thumb is touching the part of my thong that is pressing against my mother's vagina.I got hard again.
I put the blue thong into my pocket, re-adjusted the stack of underwear, picked up my mom's phone, and returned to the kitchen.
This is your phone, mom, I handed it to her.She wiped her hands and took them.
Thanks, Randy, she said.
She looked up at me, her face very close to me.
Mom is tall, as far as women are concerned, but I am taller and she is barefoot, so she has to look up at me.
She raised one hand and tapped my chest gently and lovingly, thinking I was a little straightened by her touch.
I really appreciate you, Randy, she said, it's great to have a man at home.In some ways, you play better than your dad.
I like the way she says this.
At the same time, I was also reflecting on how strange it was that she didn't mention anything about me seeing her naked the night before.
I think either she doesn't care or she's trying to hide or forget how she feels about it.
Being with my mother made me feel anxious and restless.
But she was wearing skinny jeans and seemed to be only concerned with housework.
Although she looks good, she won't show me anything when dressed like this.
It was sunny and the weather was warm.I decided to go for a run.I left my mom in the kitchen, went back to my room, threw her thong in the drawer and placed it next to the lotion bottle.
A few minutes later, I went out, wearing jogging shorts, sunglasses, a cell phone tied to my arms, and no shirt as before.
I ran six miles, with several quarter-mile intervals.
My brain has almost been filled with my mother's figure, and my body is filled with lust and desire, eager to see more of my mother's figures.
While running, I found a way to make my mother's exposure go a step further.
I could suggest taking more pictures of her, but at some point if I want to take pictures of her naked breasts or pussy, I have to ask her to take off her bra or pull her underwear down or pull it aside.
I really can't imagine that I would do this, or my mother would promise me to do this.
As for how to expose my mother further, I was stuck.
I finished my run and slowly returned home and opened the front door.
Mother!I'm back!I shouted as soon as I entered the door.
I heard no response.
I want to know where mom is.
I knew it right away, but first I needed something to drink, so I went to the kitchen to get a bottle of iced Gatorade.
Ice blue, or similar artificial flavor.
I walked to the living room where there was a large window leading to the backyard.
Then I saw my mom.She was lying on a recliner by the pool reading.She was wearing the little red bikini I gave her the night before, which was her birthday gift.
Xiū.
I got an erection instantly.
In the store, when I bought the bikini, I stroked the fabric with my fingers.
As I picked it up, I saw an incredibly thin rope on the side, and the thought of my mother's delicious body being covered by a small piece of fabric from the bikini, my desire arose.
And now, she was lying in the sun in front of me, with only a few pieces of fabric all over her body, which looked smaller than I thought in her tall, slender and plump figure.
My fantasy came true.
I have to take a closer look.
I went back to the pool.Hi, mom.I try to say it casually.
Hi Randy!Mom answered happily.
Her eyes were covered by a pair of sunglasses, but her white teeth were exposed and she smiled happily.
She lay on her back on a recliner at a 45-degree angle, holding a book in one hand.
When she called out my name, she turned slightly to me, and I was shocked by her tall, plump figure and her tender naked skin.
Her slender waist highlighted her hourglass-like figure.
From my perspective, her body was covered with only three triangular red fabrics, which barely covered her breasts, and the other barely covered the private part between her legs.
I approached her, pulled up another recliner, sat on it, with my legs facing her side.
It seems you are running well, she said, and then pressed my abs with her fingers.
I like her doing it and I like her seem to like doing it.
My chest was exposed and I wondered what she saw when she looked at me under her sunglasses.
I tried to understand her mood from my mother's body language.
No matter how she felt, she didn't show any hint of embarrassment or tension because of what happened the night before.
She put her hands back, crossed over her head, leaning against the chair.
She bent the leg that was far away from me.
This pose shows the sculptural grace of her thighs and the protrusion of her calf muscles.
I noticed that she was wearing open-toe wedge sandals with her toenails painted in vermilion, which complemented her suit.
This is a nice sexy embellishment.
I also noticed that the small bikini fabric triangle between her legs seemed to disappear at the intersection of her legs.
I know this is not a thong, but there is not much fabric between her legs, and from this perspective it almost seems to have completely disappeared.
I really can't believe the weather, she said, it's almost October and it's still so hot.The sun is very comfortable.
I'm glad she likes this and I hope she doesn't rush to leave the sun.I have nothing urgent to do, and in my opinion, I can watch my mom bask in the sun all day in a little red bikini.
Speaking of sunbathing, she said, I want to go to the other side to bask in the sun, but I need to apply some lotion on my back first.Can you help me?She pointed to a bottle of Spf 30 sunscreen on the small table next to her.
Mom is lucky that she can tan without any effort; she uses sunscreen to avoid over-tanning.
Of course, mom, I said, no problem.No problem this is really an understatement.
At that moment, there was almost nothing that made me more happy than applying lotion on my hands and stroking my mom’s soft body.
My mother handed me the lotion bottle and I tried to get the chair as close as possible to her.
I sprayed a large drop of greasy body lotion on my palm, rubbed it with both hands, and then leaned against my mother to start working.
My hands exuded the tropical scent of coconut.
At this time, she had turned over and her back was exposed in front of me.
Before I started, I had to hold my breath because I saw the cut of my mom’s bikini lower body for the first time.
The lower body of the bikini is more or less Brazilian. It is not a thong, but it has much more exposed hips on both sides than the lower body of the ordinary bikini.
The sides of the bikini were fixed by strings as thin as spaghetti, and my mother neatly tied the rope into a bow.
I think, with a light pull, the whole bikini will slide down.
But I didn't pull it.
Instead, I put my hands on my mother's shoulders and started applying lotion.
I also put my finger in a little and massaged her back.
I consciously drew a large circle on her shoulders with my hands and started smearing downwards.
I sprayed a little directly in the middle of my mother's back, and with a puff, my mother's body slightly retreated.
My hands, now seemed to be guided by a force that I could not control, pushed the lotion to her sides.
For the first time I noticed how many side boobs were exposed on the bikini top.
Although the front of her breasts was squeezed into her bra, a lot of them were still exposed.
I wonder what level I should touch?
My hands want to know the answer.
My hands swept to both sides of my mother at the same time, and my fingers briefly swept across the sides of her naked breasts.
This is the first time I have really put my hands on my mom's breasts.
She did not retreat.I think this is good.
I didn't stop.
I massaged her waist with lotion, and my fingers innocently crossed the upper edge of her bikini lower body. The lower body of the bikini was temptingly lowered to her buttocks, and the thin rope just covered her hips.
Two fingers barely crossed under the edge of the bikini underwear.
Their pressure pressed the bikini hem down a little.
Maybe it was too young, and my mom might not have noticed it; but I noticed it because the moment my fingers swept from one side of her back to the other, I saw her hips cracked.
Mom said nothing and looked relaxed, so I thought I would keep going.
My saliva was about to flow out as my hands stroked along the exposed part of my mother's buttocks were in a tiny bikini, with a lot of things exposed, and her buttocks looked very attractive.
The skin is soft but firm in shape without a trace of sagging.
It was obvious that mom’s buttocks benefited a lot from her workout.
My hands were burning and trying to touch them.
I was about to spray some lotion on my hand and continued to touch her butt when a voice came out of the door on one side of the house.
Randy, the voice shouted, are you there?
Mom looked up at me.Are you waiting for someone?she asked.
No.I said.But it sounds like Tucker.I'll go see what he wants to do.
I walked to the gate and let him in. I secretly cursed him for being the wrong time along the way.My hands were rubbing my mother's strong and plump buttocks a few seconds ago.
I opened the door and Tucker stood in front of me, with a bright smile on his face.
There was a DVD in front of him in an ordinary jewelry box, and before I could speak, he started to speak loudly.
Randy, my man.It looks like you've been running, he said, pointing at my unclothed breast.
You are such a video god.He pointed to the DVD, which was great.The red-haired man was working in the classroom...
I covered my face with my fingers helplessly, told him to shut up, and then twisted my head toward the yard a few times, indicating that we were not alone.
A few weeks ago, I burned a few pornographic videos on DVD and gave them to Tucker.
Now he wants to pay me back.
I don't think my mother needs to listen to him review these videos one by one.
Tucker understood what I meant and shut his mouth.
Mom is here, and I whisper to him.
Tucker began to look over my shoulder.
Oh, he changed gears and said, why didn't you say it earlier?Can I say hello?
Of course, I said, and then took him into the door, but as soon as I entered the door, I wondered if I had done something wrong.
Of all my friends, Tucker is the one who loves to peek at my mom the most.
When I was young, I couldn't stand it.
I have never encountered such a thing since my feelings for my mom changed.
Tucker's appearance only interferes with my mom's plan.
He had interfered with my hands on the date with my mom's hot, lively ass.
But I have invited him in and now I can't help but invite my best friend.
Tucker followed me along the path leading to the pool.
I saw my mom walking in front and I turned around so that I could capture Tucker's expression when he saw her.
Tucker stopped moving.
His feet were firmly tied to the cement road.
His mouth was wide open.
Tucker has seen my mom wearing miniskirts, or even bikinis before.
But he had never seen her wear such a bikini.
I'm not sure if his heart can bear it.
This is just a little exaggerated.
Tucker hates exercise very much, and his physical condition is not very good.
He had twenty or thirty pounds of fat on his waist.
It took him a few seconds to calm down and followed me to the terrace by the pool.
Mom saw us, wearing dark sunglasses and looked up at him, and as we approached, she took off her sunglasses.
Well, hello, Tucker.She said.
Hi, Mrs. Crowley, Tucker said, a nervous desire bursting out in his voice.
I'm using my pre-married surname now, Tucker.My name is Lund.But you know, you are an adult now, so if you want, you can call me "Yingjia".
Oh, I don't know.sorry.Ms. Lund.Yingjia.Um.I'm not sure about the name.If possible, I'd still call it "Ms. Lund", that's Norwegian, right?
Yes, that's right.She said with a comic-style accent and gave him a bright smile.
She took off her glasses and I guess her green eyes gave him a second or two to stop staring at her naked body.
But it may not be too long.
I know how much it has been to see my mom wear or take off her clothes like this.
If it were before, I would definitely be troubled.
But now it won't.
I spent all my time thinking about how sexy my mom was, and now I was excited to imagine Tucker thinking about her like that.
I didn't need to imagine that his tongue was almost poking out of his mouth.
Tucker is a nerd.
He is a few inches shorter than me.
He was lazy, had a big belly, curly hair, and was wearing thick black-framed glasses.
But he talks gushingly, with a nerd charm that sometimes works well for ladies.
Last May, he hooked up with Kendra Kovalski with sweet words, and he spent the summer showing it to us.
But now, in front of my mother, he was speechless.
What wind blows you, Tucker?Mom asked him sweetly.
Oh, come and send this.He said, taking the DVD in front of him.Randy asked me to borrow some of the class notes he saved on this DVD.DVD.
I don't know you've also taken classes together, she said, revealing suspicion of the DVD content that Tucker described.
I was... listening to a class he was taking, Tucker replied, See if I want to take it.
It's great to see you working together, she said.
As she said this, she shook her legs on the recliner.
She crossed her curved distal legs on her near legs, lying down to talk to us, while slowly moving the shoes on her distal legs up and down on the calf of the other leg, as if tickling.
She then put her leg back on the other side, loosening and straightening the one closer to us, bent and lifting the knee of the other leg.
The effect of this is that the incredible red triangle on the lower body of the bikini is exposed more in front of us.
Tucker, do you want to stay and swim?she asked.
I don't know what's wrong with my mom.
I swear she was showing off to him.
It is cautious, not lustful, but it does seem to be showing off.
She must have known the effects of her movements on her body’s exposure to us.
I've never seen her do such a thing before.
But Tucker of pity said nothing.
No, Tucker has to leave, I said, he has something to do and he doesn't bring his clothes.
Tucker glared at me.
I knew he was thinking that I could bring a set of clothes on my own.
But I have other arrangements today, he is not in the plan.
I just want my mom to wear her ultra-short bikini to show me alone.
Glad to meet you, Tucker.Let's come back next time.Mom said.
I will, thanks.He said reluctantly after he resumed his voice, Goodbye, Mrs. C, I mean, Ms. Lund.
Tucker and I walked into the room through the back door.I took out a cold drink from the refrigerator and gave it to him.
Randy, Tucker said, I don't need cold drinks.I need a cold shower.
Instead of going to the front door, he walked to the large window facing the living room facing the backyard.He turned around and stared at my mom, who was lying on the recliner, wearing sunglasses, facing us sideways.
Your mother is Norwegian, he said, that's right.
Why do you say so?I asked him.
Norwegians are very sexy.What's in Norway?Fjords, snow, and hot girls.I've said before, Randy, you have the sexiest mom on this planet.I mean, my god, Yingjia.She should be the captain of the Norwegian bikini team.
If it were the past, his words would upset me.There is no more now, but I won't let him know.I pretended to be very unhappy.
Please, Tucker, that's my mom.
I know, man, but you are a man too, and she is a beauty.Look at her abs, I can use her abs to sprinkle coins all day.And her toes, nail polish and red suits match well, and I can suck her toes all day like a popsicle.
Tucker!I said as if angry.
Sorry, sorry, he said, I know you are always a little sensitive in this regard.But you are a lucky person.
He kept staring at her through the window.
So, Randy, have you ever thought about this question?
Uh, what do you think?
You know, he said, barely pushing out a sly smile.You are single.Your mom is single too.divorce.Lonely.You are all adults.Have you ever thought about you and your mother
Tucker, stop talking.No, I haven't thought of her that way.
OK, OK, don't be angry.He said.
Just…I can’t imagine what it would be like to wake up and see a supermodel-like mom every day.Super fitness model.Those abs.Damn, look at the muscles on the legs.
Tucker...
He paused for a while, but did not stop staring.
I think it's time to move on, man.I said.
He squinted his eyes and pursed his lips as if he was calculating something crazy in his mind.
Does your mom like young people?I mean, if you are not going to find her, maybe I can call her and…
Tucker, no.I said pretending to be impatient.I like to see how my mom influenced Tucker, but I was determined not to show it.My mom is not yours at all, man.
That's for sure.He sighed helplessly and turned toward the front door.
OK, I'm leaving.Thank you for the video.He turned around and glanced at his mother through the window.There are also social visits.
I closed the door and walked back to the living room. The large floor-to-ceiling windows brought the backyard into my eyes. My mother was standing in the center of the picture in a small red bikini.
My first thought was to go back to the pool and continue applying sunscreen to my mom.
But my mother had already turned over and was reading a book again.
I had a different idea.
When my mother didn't know that I was looking at her, she looked at her through the window, and felt an inexplicable stimulation.
It feels different from standing in front of her and looking at her.
My mother and her body were fully displayed in front of me, and I was standing there.
I focused on the window glass.
It looks like it has been cleaned recently.
The glass is clear and stain-free.
My mother was reading the book with all her concentration, and she didn't know that I was reading her.
I ran back to my room.
I picked up the SLR camera.
I also picked up a zoom lens, which I bought from Bestdeal for a cheap price, was a refund from a disgruntled customer.
I switched the zoom lens to a normal lens and walked back to the living room briskly.
I wanted to use the camera to enlarge my mom's body so that she wouldn't see me, and I wanted to take pictures of her wearing a bikini without her knowing it.
I don't know why.
I just want to do that.
But when I returned to the living room, my mother was no longer lying on the recliner.She wasn't in the pool either, nor anywhere in the pool area I could see.Where has she gone?
Then I saw her figure stepping out from behind the bushes, just behind and to the left of the pool area.Mom was walking through the lawn.She was holding gloves and gardening cutters in her hands!
It's weird that mom loves gardening, I've seen her wearing shorts and tops in the garden, but I've never seen her gardening in a bikini.
Yet she was there: walking around the yard almost naked, looking for the bushes to be trimmed.
I have to take pictures of her.
I raised the camera, but before I could get ready, my mother disappeared from my eyes.
She walked to the left and went to a place in the backyard where she couldn't see it from the living room window because it was covered by a bush.
Damn it, I think.I wanted to take pictures of my mom working in a bikini, but I couldn't see her from where I stood.
However, I knew there was a place at home that allowed me to see that part of the yard and my mother: her bedroom.I ran from the living room to her bedroom with my camera.
There is a window on one wall of my mother's bedroom, through which I can see the backyard where I can't see in the living room.
When I arrived at my mother's room, I quickly slowed down and slowly walked sideways to the window.
I want to see my mom, but I don't want her to see me.
I saw her.Ah, I saw her.She turned her back to me, on all sides, stood by the lawn, using scissors to cut a bunch of late-blooming dead flowers.
She was probably crouching about 50 feet away from me.
I put the camera in front of me, aimed at the zoom lens, slowly and carefully pulled the lens closer, aiming at my mother's sturdy, sculptural, bikini-wearing butt.
From this perspective, my mother's butt was raised high, and the small red bikini was thinly pressed against her round, gym-like back.
I pressed the button to take a few photos, pulling the lens as close as possible to my mom’s butt while maintaining good exposure and focus.
Mom stood up from that position.
She poured the withered flower heads into a small pile of them.
I wonder what she will do in the garden next.
My camera is ready to capture her charming look in a little red bikini.
She did nothing at the beginning.
Instead, she looked around the yard.
I saw her looking towards different parts of the backyard fence.
She didn't look at the plants.
I want to know what she is doing.
She seemed to be wondering if anyone could see her.
Then, I saw her put her scissors and gloves on the flower bed, right next to the grass.Then she stood up straight and placed her hands behind her back.Her hands clutched the red tie of the bikini top.
Mom took off her bikini top, pulled it off her and covered her head.
Then she threw her bikini top into the flower bed, next to it with scissors and gloves, and she put on the scissors and gloves again.
My mother was doing gardening in the backyard with her upper body naked.
I looked through the window and kept my camera next to me.
I was deeply shocked by my mother's actions, and at first I didn't even dare to even think about taking pictures of her.
Her upright and firm breasts were not bound by any restraint, and her little red ass was the only thing covering her body, and it could hardly cover her body.
Mom turned around and let me see her thick blonde hair scattering from her exposed back, and her strong, almost uncovered buttocks.
I finally remembered my camera.
I pulled the camera in front of me, enlarged my mother's body with an adjustable lens, and started taking pictures.
She turned toward me half a circle, and now I saw her almost naked outline.
My mother's breasts are not big, but they are highlighted by her slender figure and look bigger than she actually is.
They barely sag, and through the zoom lens, I could easily see her tall pink nipples.
I don't know why mom decided to trim the bushes naked, but it was one of the most exciting things I've ever seen.
My mother looked particularly calm when she was almost naked in the backyard with her upper body cutting leaves, which made me even more excited.
She was like she was doing something normal.
She bent down and cut out some green plants closer to the ground, and I watched through the camera as her firm breasts hang down from her body.
Gravity pulled them down.
I imagined myself sitting on the bed in the garden, under her, opening my mouth, waiting to receive her drooping breasts with her lips and tongue.
Then she squatted down and cut some dead flowers from the bottom of the bush.
She squatted very low, her butt almost touched her feet, and her knees were wide open.
I pulled the camera closer and took a closeup of her red bikini underwear, the flesh between her legs tightly wrapped around her bikini underwear.
I took a few more photos of her.
In the end, I couldn't help it anymore.
I held the camera with one hand and pulled my shorts down with the other until my penis loosened.
I grabbed it and started stroking it.
My mind was filled with pornographic fantasies about my mother, and her every move seemed to make me peek at madly.
I looked down at my cock and felt how hard it was under the squeeze of my fingers.
The front end has already flowed out of the front, and the extra lubrication has made my penis harder.
I must have been distracted because when I looked back at the window, my mom wasn't there.Where has she gone?I want to know.
I suddenly heard the back door open and slammed.Then, I heard the sound of my mom's wedge sandals stepping on the floor.I know she is walking towards this side.
Damn, I think.
I looked around frantically.
In less than 20 seconds, my mother would come in through the bedroom door and she would see me standing next to the window of her bedroom, holding an erect little brother in one hand and a camera with a zoom lens in the other.
Even fools will know what I am doing, and mom is not a fool.
There is no other exit in the bedroom except for the bedroom door, and I don’t want my mother to see me running out of her room with a camera.
I looked at the bathroom.I could try to hide inside, but mom might go in and take a shower or urinate, and if she goes in, she will see me, I don't know how to explain.
I'm going around.I heard her footsteps.I don't have time to decide what to do.
I saw the bed.
This is my only choice.
I lowered my head and pressed myself under the bed.
In the narrow space, I turned around and pulled myself back from the bed, just in time to see my mother walking into her room with bare legs and sandals-wearing feet.
The bed is a big size and is retained after marriage, so there is enough room to hide.
Thick cotton cloth hangs on the mattress, just a few inches from the ground.
If I was quiet and my face and limbs were far away from the bed, my mother would most likely not see me.
If she entered the bathroom, I might be able to escape quickly, and she would never know that I had entered her room.
From the perspective under the bed, I couldn't see any part above my mother's calf.She kicked off the sandals.Then she walked towards the bathroom.I hope she can go in and take a shower and give me a chance to leave.
But she didn't go into the bathroom.She opened the bathroom door and pulled it back.There was a full-length mirror on the inside of the door. My mother pulled the door back far away, and I could see the reflection of her legs and feet in the mirror.
She was standing there.
I couldn't see what her upper body was doing, so I put my face closer to the bed.
Her upper thighs and lower bikini were in sight.
My mother stood up to me, her legs spread apart, and I could clearly see the red fabric gradually narrowing on her buttocks and cheeks, gathering into a thin strip in the gap between her thighs.
Before I could even take a closer look at everything in front of me, I saw the bikini top drop to the ground.
Then I saw a hand reaching towards her hips and quickly pulling the rope tied there.
The knot was quickly pulled apart, and then the bikini fell to the ground, close to her top.
Mom stood naked in front of the mirror.
Her posture and the angle of the mirror allowed me to see her vagina at the same time.
I could see the hazy gap between her legs from behind and below, and I could also see the front of her vagina reflected in the mirror, with a piece of trimmed golden hair covering it.
Seeing my mother like this, I couldn't believe my eyes.
I felt a little guilty when peeping her under the bed, but seeing her naked body, my guilt was overwhelmed by joy and excitement.
Then, the fantasy became even better, as the hand next to her moved to the front of her and played with her pussy with two fingers.
At first, she put her fingers together and rubbed her clitoris, and then moved her fingers to her labia.
I had to whisper myself as I tried to adjust myself as my cock was uncomfortable between my body and the bedroom floor.
Then, my mother left the mirror and I saw her walking around the bed with bare legs.
I heard the sound of the drawer of the bedside table being opened, and I felt the mattress shaking, as if she was moving the bedspread.
Mom's legs walked to the mirror again.
I saw a pillow drop to the ground.
Then, a miracle happened and I saw my mother sitting on the floor, facing the mirror, with her back to the pillow.
She spread her legs.
I kept hiding under the bed and couldn't see her face, but I saw her holding a slender pink stick in one hand and a light bulb at one end, which was a vibrator.
When she opened it, I heard it start to buzz.
Mom wants to masturbate in front of the mirror, and I want to watch from the side.
This angle is tricky because she is facing away from me, but I can see her vagina reflected in the mirror through her bent legs.
This is the most beautiful scene I have seen so far.
Mom retained a piece of hair on her clitoris, but the labia itself had been shaved so there was no obstruction.
The vulva is bare and gently bulging, setting off her flesh slit.
She put the vibrator over her vagina and I saw her push the vibrator slowly downward, passing through her clitoris until the tender flesh was inserted below.
Then the pink orb slid further down, completely entering her body, and her lips closed tightly.
She kept it like this for a full minute, and I heard the buzzing sound getting louder and louder, and she must be adjusting the settings of the vibrator.
Mom started shaking the head of the vibrator to let it go in and out of her body, and I saw her thin labia rising and falling like waves on her pink spherical head.
I was so excited that I couldn't believe it, but I could do nothing.
My crotch was close to the floor and there was no room for me to caress myself.
Even if I have room, I can’t start masturbating, otherwise I may expose myself to my mom.
No matter how big my needs are, I can't do this.
Amid the constant buzz of the vibrator, I could hear my mother's gasp, her spread legs twitching from time to time.
She arched her back and leaned against the pillow, and she held one hand, the vibrator-free hand, on the floor behind her, and lifted her up.
I slowly and quietly pulled the camera in front of me and pointed the lens at my mother.
I was very close to her, and the zoom lens was very powerful. At first, the scene in the lens was blurry, but I adjusted the lens until the scene was clear.
After adjusting the camera, I saw the thin inner labia of my mother's vagina, which was close to the head of the massage stick, the wet film set off her vaginal opening, and even a little milky white liquid gathered on the lower edge of her vagina and began to flow down the skin between her thin legs.
Then, my mother arched her back and leaned her shoulders against the pillow.She raised her feet and pointed her toes.She put her legs in the air, still spreading her legs as before.
Mom lay back, her legs raised in the air, and the area between her legs was exposed more until her puffed anus entered my sight.
The hand that supported her reached to her ass cheek as she sat up and from the mirror I saw my fingers pressing forward from the side of her butt towards her asshole.
She stretched one finger towards her destination until her fingertips were just pressed against her asshole and began to draw small circles around her.
Then, his fingers pushed forward further, sliding across the edge of the tight hole and entering her body.
Her fingers were buried in her butt until the first knuckle.
I saw her keep moving forward.
Her fingers had already penetrated her asshole until her second knuckle.
I saw her fingers twitching, and I knew my mother's fingers were moving in her asshole.
Now, my mother was working hard in her two holes with her fingers and a slender vibrator.
And I miraculously saw her movements on the side.
I had to take a picture, I had to do it, it was risky because taking a picture would make a slight sound, but I thought the chances were more concealed by the steady and loud buzz of the vibrator and the heavy breathing of my mother than the average.
I held the camera and aimed at the focus.
Due to the dim light in the room and the constant twitching of her mother's body under the attack of her fingers and vibrator, it is difficult to keep focus.
But I made up my mind.
I only took pictures once, and I can't take pictures any more.
I can't risk making more noise.
My mother's breathing became rapid and her legs were spasming and twitching in the air.
I knew she would orgasm soon and I had to take a picture before she orgasm and turn off the vibrator.
As her legs kept twitching, filming became increasingly difficult.
However, she pulled the vibrator out of her vagina, her labia opened, her genitals' big mouth was still open, and the top of the vibrator was pressed against her soft, exposed clitoris.
She spread her legs even more wide.
Everything is in sight.
I took the risk of taking this photo.
The camera made a light click, which was obvious to me, and I hoped the vibrator and the sound from my mom would cover it up.
She seemed to have no signs of hearing; her body kept twitching and tensing, and it was obvious that the moment of orgasm was coming.
Then, the climax came.
My mother's thin body arched on the bedroom carpet, her legs straightened, and her whole body trembled.
She let out a slender and high gasp.
Her fingers were still stuck in her but she was obviously trying to keep the vibrator on her frantically twisted body.
As her feet landed on the ground, I saw her body sweeping over by an orgasm.
The obvious tremor swept her like a wave.
They were like ripples on the pond, flowing back and forth on her wet naked body until they retreated and her body became still.
Her high-pitched gasps became slow and quiet.
She calmed down and I didn't dare to move.Because mom was lying on the floor, her head was visible, and if she turned her head and looked in my direction, she might see me under the bed.Fortunately, she didn't.
It seemed like a long time later, but maybe only a few minutes later, my mother sat up.
She sat in front of the mirror for another minute.
I couldn't see her face and upper body, but I felt like she was evaluating her exhausted, climaxed body.
I looked through the zoom lens and the entire area between her legs was soaked in water vapor.
Finally, my mother picked up the bikini film and stood up.Her legs seemed a little unstable and she staggered towards the bathroom.
I heard the sound of water in the sink and then the sound of the shower opening.
This is the time for me to run away.
I climbed out from under the bed opposite the bathroom door.
I poked my head out from the bed.
I can't see the full picture of the bathroom from where I am, but it looks very clear.
I ran quickly from the bed to the door, turned the door handle as quietly as possible, opened the door enough for me to pass, and then closed the door behind me.
I sighed softly.I succeeded.
I ran back to my room, sneaking at first, but later gave up because I needed relief.I closed the door behind me and quickly took off my shorts with my hands.
I need relief more urgently than ever, but what I need first is something else.
I connected the camera to the computer using a Usb cable.
I pressed a few buttons frantically with my fingers.
The files in the camera were downloaded quickly, but they didn't feel fast, but were painfully slow.
Finally finished, I scrolled through the photos until I found the last one.
I have to see how the results are, so that I can let myself go.
I saw it.The result is out.
In the photo I took for her, my mother was lying on the floor, her legs were straightened, her fingers were buried in her anus, the pink sphere of the vibrator pressed against her clitoris, and her delicate lip was peeled off, revealing her wet pink body.
It wasn't the clearest picture I've ever taken, but it was clear enough that the resolution of this photo was excellent given the circumstances at the time, my shaking hands and awkward vantage point.
More importantly, this is the sexiest photo I have ever taken or seen in my life.
My penis was extremely hard pointing at the photo. I touched the top of the penis head with two fingers, and then I couldn't help it. I squirted, again and again, uncontrollable, and again, squirted all over the floor.
I pressed my dick down and most of the semen fell on the carpet, but some fell on my desktop, and dozens of drops of translucent milky white liquid stuck to the lower edge of my computer monitor.
The amount of this cum was comparable to the amount of squirting I had when I first masturbated my mom’s cute pussy a few days ago.
I lay in an office chair, panting, naked from my waist.
Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god.
I looked at the cum all over the ground.I made myself a mess.
But it's worth it.
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