The morning light shone through the bedroom window and woke me up from my sleep.
Most of the time, I get up very slowly.
I usually don't get out of bed right away, and it often takes a few minutes to get back to normal after waking up.
However, less than five seconds after I woke up this morning, I remembered what happened the night before: My mom and I sat on the sofa, took pictures of her, and then masturbated at her photos in my room.
I suddenly jumped out of the bed, which was something I would never do.
I was wearing black boxer briefs, and that was all, the hard objects of the morning erection formed a large tent in front.
I ran to my desk and pressed the button to turn on the computer monitor.
I have reason to be sure what happened last night was not a dream.
But I have to be sure.
Not a dream.A picture of my mom popped up on the screen, wearing a gray top and loose gray shorts, her pussy was exposed in the gaps in the center of the photo.
Oh my god, I think.
A gentle knock on the door sounded.
Randy, are you awake?Mom shouted softly through the door.
Yes, mom, I'll come out soon.
OK, I'm making breakfast.
The clock on the computer shows that it is already 7:30.My mom is going to work soon, but I will have classes until 11 o'clock, so I'm not in a hurry.
My penis had broken the zipper of my underwear and stood straight and hard on my thighs.
I can't just leave my room and face my mom.
Fortunately, her legs were spread out on the computer screen in front of me, which solved my problem.
I opened the drawer and pulled out a bottle of body lotion and some tissues, which I prepared for occasions like this.
It took me a while to clean up the mess on my desk the night before, and I don't want to do it again.
I took off my underwear and squeezed it on my cock with the lotion bottle, watching the lotion spray out, making a faint puff, puff, puff sound.
Then, I stared at my mother on the screen and began to stroke my penis up and down.
This time, I was ready and sprayed my semen onto a tissue at the top of my penis with my left hand.
I threw the tissue into the wastebasket next to the table.
I turned off the computer and I didn’t want my mom to see what was on the screen and then I put on my shorts and a T-shirt and walked out of the room and saw my mom in the kitchen.
Mom was next to the stove, scraping the pan with a spatula.The air was filled with the aroma of fried bacon.On the table beside the stove were several cereal boxes and a box of milk, as well as bowls, plates, spoons and forks.
Mom obviously took a shower because her hair was draped straight behind her, slightly damp.
Her hair seemed to have been wiped hard with a towel for a few times before she could dry it.
Mom is wearing a white cotton bathrobe.
This is not the kind of long, fluffy bathrobe you will wear after taking a shower.
It's short, about the middle of the thigh.
The fabric looks thin and has waffle pattern printed on it.
I recognized this as the kind of bathrobe I might wear at a spa I've seen in a certain magazine.
I think I remember it was the gift my dad bought for her.
It was a warm morning and there was no need for mom to wear too thick.
A belt was tied tightly around her narrow waist, highlighting her curves.
As far as I know, my mother was wearing nothing under her nightgown.
Her feet and legs were naked.
The whiteness of the robe further highlights her summer darkness.
On her chest, the robe revealed the V-shaped skin from the place where it separated her breasts.
She looks really good.
Mom looks sexy, I said to myself.
Good morning, she turned around and said to me with a smile.
I walked over, wrapped my hands around her, and gave her a big hug.
She hugged me tightly with one hand, while the other still held the spatula.
I felt her breasts pressing against my chest and I knew she wasn't wearing a bra.
Mom was in a relaxed and happy mood.
I like seeing her like this.
She was light in her footsteps and almost jumped from one place to another in the kitchen while making breakfast.
But I don't understand why she was in such a good mood.
She asked me if I wanted to drink coffee, and I said no, because I don’t drink much coffee.
I took out the orange juice from the fridge, poured myself a glass, and started drinking it while watching my mom cook the bacon as much as possible.
The white waffle nightgown highlighted rather than covered her body.
The tightly tied belt stretched out the lower half of the robe, teasing me, making it possible for me to see something I shouldn't have seen.
Or did I see something?
I don't know why mom decided to wear such a short nightgown in front of me, and as far as I know, she was wearing nothing inside.
Whatever her reason, I'm glad she did because she looked amazing.
The robe revealed her thighs, her back to me was dealing with bacon, and I saw her smooth and muscular thighs.
She spread her legs a little apart as she stood.
I looked at the gap between her legs, the hem of the robe was just about to hit the middle of her thighs, and I couldn't help but think that just a few inches above the gap was her vagina, which might be unblocked and bare.
I don't know why I think she is not wearing underwear. Although the robe is thin, it is thick enough that the underwear thread will not be exposed anyway. But I have a feeling that she is not wearing underwear.
I'm pretty sure.
I saw my mother's vagina with my own eyes last night, and I saw it on the computer screen last night and this morning again.
That was the most exciting and exciting thing I've ever seen and I'd like to see it again.
So is now.I want to look at my mother's vagina again.I don't know what will happen, but I can't forget the scene in my mind.
Just as I was immersed in my fantasy of my mother, she put down the spatula and walked to the refrigerator.
Randy, can you get a few plates out of the cabinet over there?She asked me.She pointed to the opposite side of the kitchen.
Of course, mom.I said.I walked towards the drawer, but my head kept turning, focusing on the other side.I stared at my mother in front of the refrigerator.
She opened the refrigerator door and leaned over to grab something from the bottom shelf of the refrigerator.
Her legs were not bent.
When my mother bent down, the back of the robe would be exposed upwards, upwards, and more and more thighs would be exposed along her legs.
She paused in this position for a while, searching around for what she was looking for, so that I could have time to savor it.
The back of the robe had already touched her thighs far away, and even so, it must be less than an inch from her vagina.
Then, my mother reached into the refrigerator very quickly and picked up something. Before she moved back, I saw her vagina again.
That was just the shortest glance.
Against the backdrop of the white nightgown, her cute pussy glanced at it and then disappeared.
I saw my mother's vagina again, this time from behind.
It's hard to describe how I feel.
It was like a thunderclap that shocked my body.
It's so strong.
This is just the shortest glance of a small part of the body, and I have seen it many times in movies, on the Internet, and in fewer personal experiences.
But it resonated deep within me.
Seeing my mother's sweet vagina, although it was short, it had this effect on me.
My cock immediately became hard as I pulled the plate out of the cabinet.
Oh, I think.I don't know how to hide it.
I will do my best.
After cooking, I walked to the dining table with a plate of fruit, bacon, a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice.
My mother also joined me.We sat at one end of the dining table near the window, and the morning light illuminated the entire dining room through the window.
While I was having breakfast, I secretly glanced at my mother's figure, especially her legs, and I tried hard to pretend that I was not looking at her.
When we were having a meal, my mother often crossed her legs. I always hoped that the robe could be separated so that I could see the beautiful view between her legs.
But this time I was disappointed.
I saw the soft thighs under her nightgown, but that's all.
Ten minutes later, she stood up and said she had to prepare to go to work.
I looked at her hips under her short nightgown and watched her walk towards the room.
After my mom left the room, I recalled everything I saw.My mother's vagina came into view again.This seems too beautiful, it cannot be a coincidence.
Is mom showing off to me?I think.
It's hard for me to believe that this is true.
Although mom is never ashamed to wear a super short bikini or sportswear at home, I never felt like she was showing off to me.
But now, in less than 24 hours, she has exposed her pussy to me three times.
I was wondering if she was playing games with me, did she want to show off?
But it's not obvious.
My mother put on her clothes and left home after a while.
The house is empty and I have time to think before I get ready for class at 11 o'clock.
My mother's body and her vagina were lingering in my mind.
I want to look at her vagina again.
I can't stop thinking.
But what should I do?
The next day was my mother's birthday.
She told me that some of her friends would take her out for her birthday lunch, but she would spend the evening with me at home, only the two of us.
I told her I would make her supper.
I like to cook sometimes and as long as I follow the recipe, I usually don't do it too badly.
But I haven't bought her a gift yet.
That's it.Gift, I have to buy her something to take this little game to the next level.I started to make plans.
After thinking about it over and over again, I put on my clothes and got into my mother's old modern car and drove to school.My class is boring.Economics, then art history.
In art history class, the professor showed a painting of Manet "Olympia" on the white screen behind her, and my attention was suddenly attracted.
The scene of a naked woman lying on the bed made me feel that my mother must look very good like this.
Even in class, I couldn't help but think about my mother's naked look.
After two hours of class, I ended my itinerary today.Next is working at Best Deal.
I have to work until six o'clock.
I like going to work.
I like this job.
It suits me very well.
The Best Deal Store is a huge and modern cave filled with expensive appliances and is full of people who need to be convinced to buy it.
My job is to convince them to buy.
I mainly work in the TV department; for the past four months, I have been selling TVs and have become one of the better salesmen in the store.
When I got the job, my boss Mario explained that my job was not selling TV.
My job is to talk to customers and help them understand their needs.
TV is what meets their needs.
Some people never understand.
They never thought about how to communicate with customers, so no matter how well they know about the TV, they can’t sell it.
But I figured it out.
This is a natural thing for me.
I don’t just talk about TV, I chat with them and find out their motivations for wanting TV.Once I did this, selling TV was easy.
Just a week ago, a guy wearing a Dallas Cowboys T-shirt came to me.
I found out he wanted to buy a bigger TV because that weekend he invited a group of friends to his house to watch the Cowboys game.
We didn’t talk about TV, we talked about rugby.
We talked about the artificial turf installed by Jerry Jones in the stadium.
At the end of the conversation, I convinced him that he would not be able to appreciate a good game without seeing every blade of artificial grass and every crease in the cheerleader uniform at the highest resolution.
Finally, I sold him a 70-inch ultra-high definition TV with dynamic range and home theater speaker kit.
It sold for a lot of money.
My boss is very happy.
I also earned a good commission.
However, today I was a little abnormal because I was thinking about my mother absent-mindedly.I sold two TVs, but also got a customer away.I have been wondering how to meet my mother more.
It suddenly occurred to me that I could use my working principle: I needed to find the motivation to motivate her.I had to find out what mom needed and what she wanted.
I had to figure out if my mom wanted to show off herself in front of me.If she wanted to, why did she do it.
I got off work at 5 pm, and by then I already knew where to go before I got home.
I drove to another store not far away.
It was a high-end women's sportswear store.
I knew more or less what I was looking for, but it didn't take long to find it.
I stopped at another store next door and bought some things there as well.
I went home after my birthday shopping was over.
I walked into the front door carefully to make sure my mom didn't see the bags I bought from those stores.
She is not here.I quickly ran back to the room and hid the gift under the bed.
I left the room and walked to the kitchen, and saw my mother walking out of the room.
She must have finished the yoga in the room because she was dressed very well: light blue close-fitting shorts parked high on her thighs, tight T-shirt, short sleeves, and nothing else.
She was barefoot.
She extended her arms to hug me, pulled up the small hem of her T-shirt, exposing her tight and smooth belly to my eyes.
The shorts were placed on her waist very low.
How are you doing today, my dear?She asked me.
Very good, mom.Sold a few TVs.We hugged for a brief moment.
Mom turned and walked into the kitchen to make supper.
My eyes moved to her butt.
I didn't see any signs of my underwear, but because my mom was wearing thongs (I often saw it in the dryer), it was difficult to tell if there was anything under her shorts.
Whether she was wearing underwear or not, her buttocks were full of beautiful scenery: plump, strong and round.
Seeing this scene, my cock under my pants began to swell.
Nothing exciting happened that night.
I made dinner for mom and we talked about life, movies and her 41st birthday.
My birthday is coming soon, I will be 20 years old, and we talked about what a milestone that was.
I confirmed to my mom that I will make her a birthday dinner the next night.
Throughout the dinner, whenever my mother turned around for some reason and didn’t look at me, I secretly looked at her legs, her breasts and her slender waist.
I tried to keep a low profile and didn't want her to see that I was peeking at her.
I don't know if I'm completely successful.There were a few times when she quickly turned around and I thought her eyes caught my sight.I can't be sure.
I helped her clean up her supper and went back to her room to complete the next day's class.
I want to finish everything and prepare for my mother's birthday the next day.
After finishing my homework, I went to bed.
The next day passed quickly.
I had three classes in the morning, but there was no work in the afternoon. I arranged a day off with Mario in advance so that I could prepare for my mom’s birthday.
I hope everything will satisfy her.
I wrapped the gifts, signed the greeting card, swept the floor, sorted out the kitchen and dining room, and finally made dinner.
In the evening, my mother got off work and went home on time.
Happy birthday, mom!As soon as she entered the door, I called her.
I innocently kissed her lips gently and gave her a powerful hug.
The supper was about to be done, I told her.
You wash it first, I'll prepare the things for you to come out.
You're so good, Randy.She said.She ran back to the bedroom.
The supper has been almost ready, and you only need a little polish to get it done.I turned off the light and lit the candle that had been laid out.The dining table has been set.
I don't have much kitchen experience, but I know how to cook according to the recipe.The meal I made for my mom made me feel great.
After the preparations were finished, I walked to her room and knocked on her door.
Mom, I yelled softly, I've had a meal.I thought about how many times she had called me, and it felt good because I could give her a little bit of it.
I heard something behind my mother's bedroom door, and then the door opened and my mother walked out.
She wore a simple white sleeveless dress with a close upper body, but her waist slightly expanded outward and stopped a few inches above her knees.
Her legs were exposed and she wore white low-heeled sandals that matched her skirt.
The fit of the skirt to the chest immediately reminded me that she might not be wearing a bra.
Her blonde hair was scattered over her shoulders.
I stretched out my arm, she held my hand, and I took her to the restaurant.I showed her where she was and pulled a chair for her.
When I put the dinner in front of her, I was very happy to see my mother looking at me with admiration.I put a bouquet of red roses in a glass vase on the dining table.
Randy, this flower is so beautiful!She said.You don't have to do this.
I don't have to, but I want to do that.I said.
I put the plate with the food in front of her.
I'm not a chef, but I did a great job that night.
I found the recipe from one of my mom’s cookbooks.
Dinner includes roasted lamb slices, garlic mashed potatoes and asparagus with holland sauce.
When I put the plate in front of my mother, I could tell that she was impressed by me.
Her eyes widened and she let out a long sound.
I turned off the ceiling lights and only the candles on the dining table and on the dining table illuminated our dinner.
I wasn't old enough to buy wine, but I took a bottle of red wine from my mom's pantry and before we had dinner I poured some into her cup and poured it into my cup.
My mom and I sat together for my birthday dinner.In any light, my mother is a beauty, but under the swaying candlelight, her beauty is even more magical.I raised my glass to toast her.
Happy birthday to the best mom in the world, I said.
Thank you so much, Randy, she said, her eyes shining and watery.I thought she would cry.I was so moved.I really can't believe you would do this.
I enjoy it, mom.I said.You have done so many things for me, and doing them seems to be just small things.Cooking is also fun.
I have always loved food.
I mean, who doesn’t like to eat?
But it wasn't until that night that I realized that food or eating was a sensory thing.
But watching my mother slowly and carefully cut a slice of lamb and lift it onto her plump lips with a fork, my view of the food changed from then on.
It's like every sense of mine, for the first time in my life, is opened and amplified to the highest possible tone.
As she cut a piece from the lamb, I noticed the squeaking sound of the knife making on her plate.
I noticed the flickering light reflected by her knife in the candlelight and the contrast between her mother's dark skin and her white skirt.
I noticed the scent of the food floating out of the plate, mixed with the burning smell of the candle wick.
Most importantly, I noticed that my mother's eyes were wide open and filled with joy as she tasted the meal I made for her.
Dinner was quieter than I expected, but that was a good thing.
We didn't talk much, but that was because we all had a great time eating.
I know my mother was having a great time eating because although she didn't talk much while eating, she praised the food I made for her.
Randy, this lamb is amazing, she said.
Everything is delicious.I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good.You have to cook a few more meals in the future.She said.We all laughed.
I think your dad has never cooked me such a meal in 20 years of marriage.She said.I believe he doesn't.
Mom swallowed a fork of asparagus and chewed it with her eyes closed.
A spoonful of sauce spilled between her lips and dripped down her chin.
I don't know why, but I always feel a fascinating feeling that the sauce I cooked crossed a curved track from her lips and stopped on her hot chin.
I stared at it intently.
When she opened her eyes, she noticed that I was staring at her.
What are you looking at?she asked.
Oh, you have a little… I said and pointed my finger at my chin to indicate where the sauce was.
Oh, she said and picked up the napkin.
No, wait, I said.let me.
I leaned forward, reached across the table, put my fingers on her chin, and swept up the drop of sauce.
Then I put my fingertips on her lips.
I didn't think about what I was doing, I just did it.
Mom didn't hesitate.
She accepted my gesture affectionately and eagerly.
She opened her lips and I pressed my finger forward.
Her lips tightly held my outstretched fingers and sucked the sauce on it.
She closed her eyes as her lips sucked my fingers.
I don't know if she was imagining herself somewhere else or her lips were imagining her other things.
When she opened her eyes again, she had moved her lips away from my fingers.
Before that moment, I never thought that my fingers touching a woman's lips would make me so excited.
But I did it.
The current at that moment swallowed and surrounded me.
I think my mom feels it too.
Her eyes were wide open and she kept staring at me.
After that, we ate in silence for a while.
My mother said nothing, but she sighed from time to time how much she liked the meal I made for her.
I have to admit that the dinner was done well, but I prefer the mom’s reaction to the taste of the food.
When we had the urge to chat again, we talked about food, birthdays (my birthday is coming soon, so we chatted for a while), and I also talked about my courses and courses that might be taken next semester.
When it was time to have dessert, I took out a small cake placed on the kitchen countertop.
This was bought at a store earlier that day.
I lit a candle and sang Happy Birthday to my mother. Under the dim lights of the restaurant, my mother's eyes and smile flickered.
We finished the cake very quickly.
After eating the cake, I brought the plate to the kitchen and signaled my mother to go to the living room with me.
We sat on the couch again, and we sat there the other night when she exposed herself in small shorts.
This time, my mother was wearing her white dress, barefoot, her legs raised on the sofa and stacked under her body.
I put two colorful gift bags in front of her and took out a card from one of them.
To you, mom, I said.Open this card first, and then open that one.
She read the card slowly.Although nothing special, I can see that she is very touched.Then she pulled the first bag towards herself and reached into the bag.
I was nervous about the gift I bought her.
I have a feeling for my mom, I want to try if my feelings are correct, I think the gift I bought will help me find out.
But I was worried that I was wrong, worried that my mother would get angry about these gifts, and worried that she would think I had crossed the line.
She took the gift from the first bag.
She took out a pair of running shorts and a running bra one after another.
They are very good, both blue and black.
The shorts fit very well and very short.
The bra provides enough hiding and support to make mom comfortable to wear, but I know it will still expose a lot of cleavage and her tight torso skin.
I know I was taking the risk of buying this gift Mom might think the dress was too thin for her to wear, or she would be bothered by me buying her such a thin one.
I don't want to upset her.
But I think this is a risk worth taking.
Mom didn't react immediately.She held shorts in one hand and bra in the other, and looked carefully.
I don't think she knows how to answer.I decided to interject and explain before she reacted more.
We talked about you need a new set of running gear the other day, I said.So I think you can wear clothes like this.
My mother's eyes were wide open and she looked at me with a weird smile.
Too small!She said.Should I wear it to run?
Of course, mom.I said.Many women run in such clothes.I often see women wearing such clothes on mountain roads.And they are not as good-looking as you.
Thank you, Randy.She said.Is it because of our conversation that night?
Yes, I said.
I don't want you to feel out of date.You don't.You are a very beautiful mom and you should wear clothes that will make you feel this way.If you put photos of yourself wearing this outfit on your online dating profile, you will get a lot of attention.
Maybe.She said.I just hope it's good attention.
don’t worry.Now try another package.
She picked up another package, reached her finger in, and took out the contents.
It was a bikini, bright red and very small.
Not just small, but very small.
I saw it in the store on the nude and I immediately imagined what it looked like to wear on my mom.
I've never seen her wearing such a small bikini.
I know it's risky to do it, and it seems a bit strange that her son buys her such a small swimsuit.
But from the moment I saw it in the store, I was determined to see her put on it.
I knew she would look at it sideways and look at me sideways, so I rehearsed what she wanted to say when she first saw it.
This swimsuit is too small, Randy.She said to me in a soft voice, staring at it intently while turning her swimsuit with her hands.
I know, mom.I said.
I'm thinking about what you said that night.I feel like you feel old or unattractive, which makes me sad.Mom, you are still very young, you can act very young.I think you should go out and start dating.Dressed like a pretty woman.Moreover, wearing such a small swimsuit, you can get darker.
I hope I speak convincingly.Mom seemed a little suspicious, and she picked up her bikini and glanced at the red fabric.
Well, this brand is good, she said.
The quality looks good, too.She touched the fabric with her fingers.
But I'm not sure I can still wear this one when I'm 40 years old.Thank you for your vote of confidence.Maybe I can try it on at home first and see how I feel, and then wear it out and meet people.
This sounds like a good idea, I said.Now, let me give you a birthday hug.
Happy birthday, mom.I hugged her while saying.As we hugged, her firm breasts pressed against my chest, and my little brother suddenly became hard.
You're so good, Randy.She said.Tonight was awesome dinner, roses and gifts.You are a very considerate son.
Thank you, mom.I said.You are a good mother and I want to express my gratitude.
You did it.You did a great job.Now I wish I could wear these clothes you bought.They are too small.
I believe you can, mom.I said.
She pointed to her running shorts and top lying on the sofa.Don’t you think I’m a little bit small in the community wearing this outfit?she asked.
Won't.I said.You are a serious runner.You should wear light and comfortable clothes.This is practical.And you'll look great.don’t worry.
I've figured out what to do next for the night, but I've said it like the idea I just came up with.
I have an idea, mom.I said.
Why don’t you wear running suits? I’ll take a few photos of you.You can see if you like your appearance. If it looks good, you can use some photos to make your online dating profile.
She looked suspicious.I don't know if she wasn't sure what the photo would look like on her or because she wasn't used to posing for me.
Well, I don't know, Randy.How do you want me to pose?
Just take some beautiful, sporty photos that will make people see how you look in this outfit.My photography class in school requires some of these photos to make portfolios.
Would you show these photos to others?she asked, with concern on her face.
Unless you agree.I said.I'll put the photos on my computer.Then you can see if you like it or not.OK?
My earnestness and enthusiasm seemed to have won her favor and dispelled her reluctance.
OK, I'll give it a try.She said.I'm going to wear this now?She lifted it up.
I'm now in photographer mode and I know how to guide her.
I remembered the night before when my mom was willing to pose as I directed on the couch, and I knew she would be more comfortable and more active in posing for me once I let her start posing.
Put on the shorts and tops and come back.I went to get the camera, tidy up the room, and prepared to take pictures.
After saying that, I went back to my room, and she went back to her room, holding the running little dress tightly with one hand.
I have a pretty good DSLR camera in my room, which I bought at the Best Deal store where I work at for a discounted employee price.
I took it out.
Even though it was night, I still left the flash.
The living room has a good light, and I want to shoot with only ambient light.
I think the light is good.
There is enough top light to make sure the photo isn't too rough, and the light from the candle and light will provide some interesting side light.
I adjusted the camera settings.I then picked up the birthday gift package and set it aside to avoid ruining the effect of the photo.
I heard the sound of gentle footsteps and looked up and saw that it was my mother.She was wearing that little running outfit.
Mom looks a little hesitant and nervous.
But she doesn't need to be nervous.
She looks like a fitness goddess with a thin body, but her skin is still soft and elastic.
The shorts have a lower waist and a higher thigh, highlighting their slender legs and a toned torso.
The bra on the upper body is thicker and has stronger hiding power than the average bra, but it still reveals a lot of cleavage. The firm and oppressive material lifts her breasts upwards and closes, highlighting the depth between the cleavages.
Mom's dark blond hair was scattered on her naked shoulders and hanged down her back.
Mom, you look amazing.I said to strengthen her confidence.
These will be great.Our light was also good.I pointed to the room.
Although mom looks great, she seems a little timid.She folded her hands together and placed them in front of her belly.
She didn't seem to know where to go or what to do.
Do you think this looks good?she asked.
I knew my mom felt exposed and uncomfortable and I had to do everything I could to strengthen her confidence.
Much better than looking, mom, I answer.Trust me, you look amazing.Come here now, I'll take a few photos of you on the sofa.
Mom walked to the sofa, holding her hands together, and sat down on the sofa.
I'll start with the side shot.I said.You just sit straight on the sofa, put your hands on your knees, and smile at me.Head slightly sideways.Don't have that much.Yes, that's it.
Following my instructions, my mother seemed to understand it.She sat upright and looked straight at me.
Now give me a bright smile, I said.She smiled.I smiled happily.
I took a few photos of her in this position.Then I had another idea.I walked to the restaurant, took out a long-stalked red rose from the vase, and walked back and handed it to her.
Now, I say, hold the root of the rose stem and place it under your chin.
She did as she did.
Very good.I'll take a few photos.I did as I did, my mother became more and more comfortable. I asked her to put on some simple poses, and her smile bloomed with the bright red roses in her hands.
She didn't have to pose, just sat straight and smiled at the camera.
This rose adds a perfect romance to the scene.
Very good, mom, smile very well.Now turn to the side a little, don't turn to 45 degrees.That's it.Shoulders backward.
I started to get into the state, and it was very interesting to be responsible for taking pictures, even such amateur photos.
What’s more interesting is that I can tell my mom what to do, and she can do it without reservation and without hesitation.
The first few positions I asked her to pose were totally ordinary, but it was impossible not to noticing how sexy my mother looked in her shorts and bra top.
Her plump breasts were snug against her tight bra.
I wanted to turn the camera aside and just stare at her like that.
But of course I can't do that.
In order to relax, pose, and divert my attention, so that I can't think about the feeling that my mother's hot figure brings to me, I kept giving guidance and chatting.
Then, I decided to make the shot a little more sexy.
I let my mom lie on the sofa, resting her head on the pillow, and bent her arms, and one hand through her blonde wavy curls.
I asked her to stretch one leg to the front (not completely straight of course) and then bend the other leg.
My mother knew to use her toes to point without teaching, and I even noticed her toes for the first time in my life.
I have my own fetish I am a man but my feet never let me do anything.
But now, my mother's feet have a special feeling of the curve of the instep, slender ankles, perfect proportions, and seemingly freshly applied toenails.
I imagined my lips taking one of the toes, applying them on it, then completely in my mouth, spinning it with my tongue.
When I think of this, I try my best to eliminate this idea.
I have more photos to take, and I don't want to reveal the warming up of my relationship with my mother at that moment.
Mom lay on her back on the sofa, straightening her chest for an inch or two, and she really had the trick of posing with just a simple guide and then looking in front of the camera.
She turned her face slightly, looked up at me through her thick eyelashes, her lips slightly opened but she didn't smile.
It is undoubtedly a seductive expression.
I don't think my mother is of any interest, but no matter what, her eyes still tempted me.
I slowly asked her to pose in this position and took several photos.
I want to push the boundaries further.
Let's stand up now, mom.I said.
Where do you want me to stand?She said.I had to try not to let her see how I listened to her.
On the other side of the wall.I said.
In a place without any debris.Back against the wall, hands down, against the wall.Now move your hips away and your legs bent.Stand up with the soles of your feet, bend one leg slightly, step over the other leg, and point the toes to the ground.
I kept coaching quickly, partly because I felt that if I slowed down, my mom might start wondering if she really wanted to pose in such a sexy pose in front of her son’s camera.
This move seemed to work because my mother did not object, and she gave me a sexy, slightly open expression like before.
This outfit is perfect for her and she wears it perfectly.Her figure is well-proportioned without losing her softness, thin without losing her curves, dynamic without losing her elegance: she combines these advantages in one.
She seemed to enjoy it, too.She was easily guided and even improvised according to my instructions, adding gestures and postures.
Mom, you are very talented in this regard.I said, have you pose for your dad?I remember he took a lot of photos.
I've posed for your dad, and she smiled, her eyes revealing her thoughts about the pose she's posing.
I continued to speak while taking pictures of her.
Can I take a look?I asked.
You can look at some of them, she said, smiling even brighter.Some of them I can't show you.
oh!I said.I don't know, mom.I didn't mean to spy on purpose.
You didn't spy.It's OK, I haven't thought about the photos he took for a long time.
She seemed to like thinking about those photos, and I wanted to know how my dad made her pose, and I got hard again.
Now there is one more thing on my list.I want to see the photos my dad took for mom or even those I don't want to see.
We went to the table and I told her.Put your hands on the back of the chair.Partly turned, but with your back to me, stand up with your soles.
Do you want to pat my ass?she asked, her eyebrows raised high to look at me.
Not a slap in the butt, I said.This is a pat on your back and figure from the back.I think I'm very convincing.Mom paused for a few seconds before posing.
Mom turned her butt toward me, spread her feet apart, and twisted part of her torso to the left so that she could hold onto the back of the chair and look at me with her face.
From this perspective, she looks amazing.
The fabric of the shorts was like the thinnest layer of black paint on her hard, perfect buttocks.
Under her smooth and tight skin, the muscles on her legs were tightly tight.
She stood as high as possible with her soles of her feet, so that the calf muscles were obviously prominent.
There was no cover on her back except for the three-inch strap of the running bra.
My mother turned around and looked at me, her chin was slightly downward, her eyes curled up through her thick eyelashes.
I took a few photos of her in this position.
From my perspective, we can see that my mother is very conflicted.
She loves posing and taking photos, but her sense of manners is also challenged as time passes by in a miniskirt.
I wanted to take as many sexy photos of my mom as I could, but I also wanted to end the shot before she felt uncomfortable.
After taking a few photos of her back to me, I decided to finish the shooting.
Mom, it's great.I said.
I think we have taken some good shots, and I think it's enough now.
After taking the photo, I told my mom that I would come to pack up the dinner, but she insisted on helping me.
Let’s pick up the bowls and chopsticks on the table together, then walk into the kitchen to clean up the dirty things on the bowls and chopsticks.
I told her I would do it myself, but she seemed determined to stay by my side and help me.
I don't know why, but I feel like she loves staying by my side in the shorts and bras I bought for her.
After cleaning up in the kitchen, we separated.Mom went back to her room, and I went back to my room.
I want to copy the photos I took for her to her before she celebrated her birthday.
I downloaded the photos from the camera to my computer and saved them to a convenient flash drive I put in the drawer.
The copying work took almost no time. After I finished, I took out the flash drive from the computer socket and walked along the corridor to my mom's room.
I want my mom to see how young and charming she looks in the shorts and bra top I gave her.
The door of my mother's room was only opened with a crack. I pushed the door open, walked in without knocking or saying hello.
My mother stood naked in the middle of the room, facing me.She had just taken off her small running shorts and placed them on the floor beside her feet.
She looks even more beautiful than I thought.
Her figure is as thin and stylish as a carving.
Her breasts are plump and round, and her nipples are pink and juicy.
Her pubic hair was light and neatly trimmed, leaving her vagina completely exposed to me.
I saw the thin labia contour swaying in the gap between her slender thighs.
When my mother saw me, she screamed.
Randy!she shouted.
Her left hand quickly stretched between her legs, and her right hand swept across her chest, covering her breasts.In an instant, she covered her breasts and vagina.
But it was not completely covered.
Although her right arm was holding her body horizontally, it was placed just under her right nipple, leaving her nipple half exposed.
Her right fingers were covered on her left nipple, but the fingers were separated, not pressed together, revealing the pink areola and nipples between her fingers.
The left hand was pressed between her legs, but her fingers were slightly tilted to one side, making some of her pubic hair, and a little bit of labia, still visible.
She didn't move.She just stood there, half-covered.
Randy, what are you doing?You can see me...I'm wearing clothes.
I think the right way should be to turn around immediately and run out of the room with apologies.But I didn't do that.I just stood there, staring at her almost naked body.
Mom, I'm sorry, I said.I told you I'll show you the photos, so I put them on a USB flash drive for you, right here.
I stretched out my arm to her, with a flash drive between my fingers.
I was so fascinated by my mother's naked look in front of me that I didn't think it through.
Obviously, she wouldn't pull her hands out of her body and grab the flash drive.
She didn't.
She kept hiding, right?Her arms holding her body were not completely still, and as she moved her arms, I caught a glimpse of her breasts and pussy exposed in the gap between her fingers.
I know what a chivalrous person should do is stop watching and leave the room.But I still want to continue watching her.Mom is naked.I like to see her naked body and don't want to stop watching her naked body.
I can't take this from you, Randy, she said.Why don't you put it on the dressing table over there?She turned her head to one side and signaled me where to put it.
I walked to the dressing table and placed the flash drive on it.
Then I turned around.
Mom didn't change her position, she was still facing the bedroom door, so I'm now looking at her from the side.
She covered her chest, but her petite bubble butt was uncovered from the side, and her standing posture pushed her hips a little outward, making her side profile even more charming.
I don't want to be too lewd, but I don't want to stop looking at her either.
Mom, I'm really sorry.Really, I'll knock on the door next time.I said.
It doesn't matter.
I stood there and looked at her for a while and found that the breasts on her left were completely unblocked.It's in shape, I think.
I'm leaving, she said.
After saying that, she turned around and walked quickly to the bathroom awkwardly.
The first time I saw her naked ass, completely unblocked.
I looked down at the gap between her thighs, hoping to see her pussy again, but she walked too fast and her pussy was covered.
I apologize to you again, mom, I said, and left her room.
I closed the door behind me, but the door was not completely closed.The door was still open, only a gap was opened.
I stopped at her door, recalling everything I saw.I saw my mother's naked body.
Totally naked.Her breasts, buttocks and vagina were all visible.
I got hard again.I know what I should do.I ran back to my room.
Two minutes later, I burst into pieces and turned into a wet tissue.
I sat in the chair in front of the desk for a long time, holding my penis in my hand.The longing for a naked mother made me crazy, even if I had already orgasm.
After a while, I put on my shorts.I opened the bedroom door and the lights were out.It seems that my mother has gone to bed.
I was thirsty, so I walked to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.As I approached, I heard the sound coming from my mom.I haven't heard of it before, nor do I know it.
I tiptoed to the hall and walked towards her room.
The door is closed.
When I walked to the door, I realized that the door was not completely closed; the door was still open, just like before, with only one crack open.
The sound comes from mom's bedroom.It was a low and steady buzz.I still can't tell what the sound was.
Later, I heard my mother let out a soft, low moan, and I understood the source of the buzzing sound.
I think it is a vibrator.Mom masturbating with a vibrator.
My cock reacted again and set up a tent on my shorts.
I was extremely excited to think of the door on the other side of the thin door that wasn't even completely closed. My sexy mom might be lying naked on the bed, maybe spreading her legs, pressing her clitoris with a vibrator or inserting it into her vagina.
Not long ago, I had an orgasm in my room, but my penis got erect again when I thought of my mom masturbating.
I pulled my shorts under my penis and watched it jump forward.
Then, I decided to take off all my shorts.
My movements were very quiet.
As long as she couldn't hear me, she wouldn't open the door while the vibrator was buzzing.
I stood naked outside my mother's door, tilted my head towards the crack in the door so that I could hear her voice better, and then began to caress myself.
I tried to keep myself quiet.
Things were crazy enough, and I didn't need her to hear me slap in the sound of her shaking herself.
I heard a steady buzz and the low moans that my mother made from time to time.I began to stroke her moans in sync.
Her moans grew louder and louder, and now it sounded more like an urgent, needed murmur.The sound is louder and faster.
I speeded up the strokes and kept up with her pace.Then I heard what she said.I don't know what it is.I got closer to the door.
Randy… I heard her say.
Damn, I think.
You shouldn't have looked at me like that, she said, you shouldn't have seen your mom naked.
Wow, I think, my mom masturbates with a massage stick while thinking about how I look at her.
I heard her call my name again, and then call it again.
Then she moaned again, faster and higher tone.
Then, I heard a loud um...um...um...um, which told me that she was about to climax.
I suddenly realized that I was about to orgasm.If I didn't act quickly, I would squirt my cum so the carpet outside her room was everywhere.I can't do that.
I lifted my shorts with my left hand and held my cock tightly with my right hand, and ran awkwardly towards the bathroom next to the hallway.
I could feel the semen in my body being ready to go, and I covered my cock tightly like a tourniquet to prevent it from gushing out.
I don't want to ejaculate the semen all over the floor.
I stumbled into the bathroom and ran to the pool as quietly as possible.
I let go of my hand holding the hard stem and watched another stream of cum spray into the bathroom sink.
I kept squeezing my cock until it was completely empty.
The sink was full of semen and around it, and it was a mess.
I can't turn on the water, otherwise my mother will hear it.
So I pulled a roll of toilet paper and tried to wipe the semen clean.
I can't flush it off without making a sound, and if I throw it into the trash, my mom might see it later.
So I picked up the messy tissues, stuck my head out of the bathroom, making sure there was no one outside, and then tiptoed back to my room quietly.
I threw tissues into the garbage can in the room.I took off my shorts and lay naked on the bed.
I lay on the bed for a while, holding my dick and thinking about my mother.
I had wanted to see my mom's naked body again, and I did it, but I didn't expect so many crazy things to happen.
Things seemed to be accelerating and losing control.
I still don't know where this will go, but I want to find out.
I want to see my mom more.
Moreover, another idea gradually took shape in my mind: maybe, but maybe, my mother also hoped that I would see her.Maybe my wish is more than just a bedtime fantasy.
With my thoughts and fantasies for my sexy mother, I slowly fell asleep.
Most of the time, I get up very slowly.
I usually don't get out of bed right away, and it often takes a few minutes to get back to normal after waking up.
However, less than five seconds after I woke up this morning, I remembered what happened the night before: My mom and I sat on the sofa, took pictures of her, and then masturbated at her photos in my room.
I suddenly jumped out of the bed, which was something I would never do.
I was wearing black boxer briefs, and that was all, the hard objects of the morning erection formed a large tent in front.
I ran to my desk and pressed the button to turn on the computer monitor.
I have reason to be sure what happened last night was not a dream.
But I have to be sure.
Not a dream.A picture of my mom popped up on the screen, wearing a gray top and loose gray shorts, her pussy was exposed in the gaps in the center of the photo.
Oh my god, I think.
A gentle knock on the door sounded.
Randy, are you awake?Mom shouted softly through the door.
Yes, mom, I'll come out soon.
OK, I'm making breakfast.
The clock on the computer shows that it is already 7:30.My mom is going to work soon, but I will have classes until 11 o'clock, so I'm not in a hurry.
My penis had broken the zipper of my underwear and stood straight and hard on my thighs.
I can't just leave my room and face my mom.
Fortunately, her legs were spread out on the computer screen in front of me, which solved my problem.
I opened the drawer and pulled out a bottle of body lotion and some tissues, which I prepared for occasions like this.
It took me a while to clean up the mess on my desk the night before, and I don't want to do it again.
I took off my underwear and squeezed it on my cock with the lotion bottle, watching the lotion spray out, making a faint puff, puff, puff sound.
Then, I stared at my mother on the screen and began to stroke my penis up and down.
This time, I was ready and sprayed my semen onto a tissue at the top of my penis with my left hand.
I threw the tissue into the wastebasket next to the table.
I turned off the computer and I didn’t want my mom to see what was on the screen and then I put on my shorts and a T-shirt and walked out of the room and saw my mom in the kitchen.
Mom was next to the stove, scraping the pan with a spatula.The air was filled with the aroma of fried bacon.On the table beside the stove were several cereal boxes and a box of milk, as well as bowls, plates, spoons and forks.
Mom obviously took a shower because her hair was draped straight behind her, slightly damp.
Her hair seemed to have been wiped hard with a towel for a few times before she could dry it.
Mom is wearing a white cotton bathrobe.
This is not the kind of long, fluffy bathrobe you will wear after taking a shower.
It's short, about the middle of the thigh.
The fabric looks thin and has waffle pattern printed on it.
I recognized this as the kind of bathrobe I might wear at a spa I've seen in a certain magazine.
I think I remember it was the gift my dad bought for her.
It was a warm morning and there was no need for mom to wear too thick.
A belt was tied tightly around her narrow waist, highlighting her curves.
As far as I know, my mother was wearing nothing under her nightgown.
Her feet and legs were naked.
The whiteness of the robe further highlights her summer darkness.
On her chest, the robe revealed the V-shaped skin from the place where it separated her breasts.
She looks really good.
Mom looks sexy, I said to myself.
Good morning, she turned around and said to me with a smile.
I walked over, wrapped my hands around her, and gave her a big hug.
She hugged me tightly with one hand, while the other still held the spatula.
I felt her breasts pressing against my chest and I knew she wasn't wearing a bra.
Mom was in a relaxed and happy mood.
I like seeing her like this.
She was light in her footsteps and almost jumped from one place to another in the kitchen while making breakfast.
But I don't understand why she was in such a good mood.
She asked me if I wanted to drink coffee, and I said no, because I don’t drink much coffee.
I took out the orange juice from the fridge, poured myself a glass, and started drinking it while watching my mom cook the bacon as much as possible.
The white waffle nightgown highlighted rather than covered her body.
The tightly tied belt stretched out the lower half of the robe, teasing me, making it possible for me to see something I shouldn't have seen.
Or did I see something?
I don't know why mom decided to wear such a short nightgown in front of me, and as far as I know, she was wearing nothing inside.
Whatever her reason, I'm glad she did because she looked amazing.
The robe revealed her thighs, her back to me was dealing with bacon, and I saw her smooth and muscular thighs.
She spread her legs a little apart as she stood.
I looked at the gap between her legs, the hem of the robe was just about to hit the middle of her thighs, and I couldn't help but think that just a few inches above the gap was her vagina, which might be unblocked and bare.
I don't know why I think she is not wearing underwear. Although the robe is thin, it is thick enough that the underwear thread will not be exposed anyway. But I have a feeling that she is not wearing underwear.
I'm pretty sure.
I saw my mother's vagina with my own eyes last night, and I saw it on the computer screen last night and this morning again.
That was the most exciting and exciting thing I've ever seen and I'd like to see it again.
So is now.I want to look at my mother's vagina again.I don't know what will happen, but I can't forget the scene in my mind.
Just as I was immersed in my fantasy of my mother, she put down the spatula and walked to the refrigerator.
Randy, can you get a few plates out of the cabinet over there?She asked me.She pointed to the opposite side of the kitchen.
Of course, mom.I said.I walked towards the drawer, but my head kept turning, focusing on the other side.I stared at my mother in front of the refrigerator.
She opened the refrigerator door and leaned over to grab something from the bottom shelf of the refrigerator.
Her legs were not bent.
When my mother bent down, the back of the robe would be exposed upwards, upwards, and more and more thighs would be exposed along her legs.
She paused in this position for a while, searching around for what she was looking for, so that I could have time to savor it.
The back of the robe had already touched her thighs far away, and even so, it must be less than an inch from her vagina.
Then, my mother reached into the refrigerator very quickly and picked up something. Before she moved back, I saw her vagina again.
That was just the shortest glance.
Against the backdrop of the white nightgown, her cute pussy glanced at it and then disappeared.
I saw my mother's vagina again, this time from behind.
It's hard to describe how I feel.
It was like a thunderclap that shocked my body.
It's so strong.
This is just the shortest glance of a small part of the body, and I have seen it many times in movies, on the Internet, and in fewer personal experiences.
But it resonated deep within me.
Seeing my mother's sweet vagina, although it was short, it had this effect on me.
My cock immediately became hard as I pulled the plate out of the cabinet.
Oh, I think.I don't know how to hide it.
I will do my best.
After cooking, I walked to the dining table with a plate of fruit, bacon, a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice.
My mother also joined me.We sat at one end of the dining table near the window, and the morning light illuminated the entire dining room through the window.
While I was having breakfast, I secretly glanced at my mother's figure, especially her legs, and I tried hard to pretend that I was not looking at her.
When we were having a meal, my mother often crossed her legs. I always hoped that the robe could be separated so that I could see the beautiful view between her legs.
But this time I was disappointed.
I saw the soft thighs under her nightgown, but that's all.
Ten minutes later, she stood up and said she had to prepare to go to work.
I looked at her hips under her short nightgown and watched her walk towards the room.
After my mom left the room, I recalled everything I saw.My mother's vagina came into view again.This seems too beautiful, it cannot be a coincidence.
Is mom showing off to me?I think.
It's hard for me to believe that this is true.
Although mom is never ashamed to wear a super short bikini or sportswear at home, I never felt like she was showing off to me.
But now, in less than 24 hours, she has exposed her pussy to me three times.
I was wondering if she was playing games with me, did she want to show off?
But it's not obvious.
My mother put on her clothes and left home after a while.
The house is empty and I have time to think before I get ready for class at 11 o'clock.
My mother's body and her vagina were lingering in my mind.
I want to look at her vagina again.
I can't stop thinking.
But what should I do?
The next day was my mother's birthday.
She told me that some of her friends would take her out for her birthday lunch, but she would spend the evening with me at home, only the two of us.
I told her I would make her supper.
I like to cook sometimes and as long as I follow the recipe, I usually don't do it too badly.
But I haven't bought her a gift yet.
That's it.Gift, I have to buy her something to take this little game to the next level.I started to make plans.
After thinking about it over and over again, I put on my clothes and got into my mother's old modern car and drove to school.My class is boring.Economics, then art history.
In art history class, the professor showed a painting of Manet "Olympia" on the white screen behind her, and my attention was suddenly attracted.
The scene of a naked woman lying on the bed made me feel that my mother must look very good like this.
Even in class, I couldn't help but think about my mother's naked look.
After two hours of class, I ended my itinerary today.Next is working at Best Deal.
I have to work until six o'clock.
I like going to work.
I like this job.
It suits me very well.
The Best Deal Store is a huge and modern cave filled with expensive appliances and is full of people who need to be convinced to buy it.
My job is to convince them to buy.
I mainly work in the TV department; for the past four months, I have been selling TVs and have become one of the better salesmen in the store.
When I got the job, my boss Mario explained that my job was not selling TV.
My job is to talk to customers and help them understand their needs.
TV is what meets their needs.
Some people never understand.
They never thought about how to communicate with customers, so no matter how well they know about the TV, they can’t sell it.
But I figured it out.
This is a natural thing for me.
I don’t just talk about TV, I chat with them and find out their motivations for wanting TV.Once I did this, selling TV was easy.
Just a week ago, a guy wearing a Dallas Cowboys T-shirt came to me.
I found out he wanted to buy a bigger TV because that weekend he invited a group of friends to his house to watch the Cowboys game.
We didn’t talk about TV, we talked about rugby.
We talked about the artificial turf installed by Jerry Jones in the stadium.
At the end of the conversation, I convinced him that he would not be able to appreciate a good game without seeing every blade of artificial grass and every crease in the cheerleader uniform at the highest resolution.
Finally, I sold him a 70-inch ultra-high definition TV with dynamic range and home theater speaker kit.
It sold for a lot of money.
My boss is very happy.
I also earned a good commission.
However, today I was a little abnormal because I was thinking about my mother absent-mindedly.I sold two TVs, but also got a customer away.I have been wondering how to meet my mother more.
It suddenly occurred to me that I could use my working principle: I needed to find the motivation to motivate her.I had to find out what mom needed and what she wanted.
I had to figure out if my mom wanted to show off herself in front of me.If she wanted to, why did she do it.
I got off work at 5 pm, and by then I already knew where to go before I got home.
I drove to another store not far away.
It was a high-end women's sportswear store.
I knew more or less what I was looking for, but it didn't take long to find it.
I stopped at another store next door and bought some things there as well.
I went home after my birthday shopping was over.
I walked into the front door carefully to make sure my mom didn't see the bags I bought from those stores.
She is not here.I quickly ran back to the room and hid the gift under the bed.
I left the room and walked to the kitchen, and saw my mother walking out of the room.
She must have finished the yoga in the room because she was dressed very well: light blue close-fitting shorts parked high on her thighs, tight T-shirt, short sleeves, and nothing else.
She was barefoot.
She extended her arms to hug me, pulled up the small hem of her T-shirt, exposing her tight and smooth belly to my eyes.
The shorts were placed on her waist very low.
How are you doing today, my dear?She asked me.
Very good, mom.Sold a few TVs.We hugged for a brief moment.
Mom turned and walked into the kitchen to make supper.
My eyes moved to her butt.
I didn't see any signs of my underwear, but because my mom was wearing thongs (I often saw it in the dryer), it was difficult to tell if there was anything under her shorts.
Whether she was wearing underwear or not, her buttocks were full of beautiful scenery: plump, strong and round.
Seeing this scene, my cock under my pants began to swell.
Nothing exciting happened that night.
I made dinner for mom and we talked about life, movies and her 41st birthday.
My birthday is coming soon, I will be 20 years old, and we talked about what a milestone that was.
I confirmed to my mom that I will make her a birthday dinner the next night.
Throughout the dinner, whenever my mother turned around for some reason and didn’t look at me, I secretly looked at her legs, her breasts and her slender waist.
I tried to keep a low profile and didn't want her to see that I was peeking at her.
I don't know if I'm completely successful.There were a few times when she quickly turned around and I thought her eyes caught my sight.I can't be sure.
I helped her clean up her supper and went back to her room to complete the next day's class.
I want to finish everything and prepare for my mother's birthday the next day.
After finishing my homework, I went to bed.
The next day passed quickly.
I had three classes in the morning, but there was no work in the afternoon. I arranged a day off with Mario in advance so that I could prepare for my mom’s birthday.
I hope everything will satisfy her.
I wrapped the gifts, signed the greeting card, swept the floor, sorted out the kitchen and dining room, and finally made dinner.
In the evening, my mother got off work and went home on time.
Happy birthday, mom!As soon as she entered the door, I called her.
I innocently kissed her lips gently and gave her a powerful hug.
The supper was about to be done, I told her.
You wash it first, I'll prepare the things for you to come out.
You're so good, Randy.She said.She ran back to the bedroom.
The supper has been almost ready, and you only need a little polish to get it done.I turned off the light and lit the candle that had been laid out.The dining table has been set.
I don't have much kitchen experience, but I know how to cook according to the recipe.The meal I made for my mom made me feel great.
After the preparations were finished, I walked to her room and knocked on her door.
Mom, I yelled softly, I've had a meal.I thought about how many times she had called me, and it felt good because I could give her a little bit of it.
I heard something behind my mother's bedroom door, and then the door opened and my mother walked out.
She wore a simple white sleeveless dress with a close upper body, but her waist slightly expanded outward and stopped a few inches above her knees.
Her legs were exposed and she wore white low-heeled sandals that matched her skirt.
The fit of the skirt to the chest immediately reminded me that she might not be wearing a bra.
Her blonde hair was scattered over her shoulders.
I stretched out my arm, she held my hand, and I took her to the restaurant.I showed her where she was and pulled a chair for her.
When I put the dinner in front of her, I was very happy to see my mother looking at me with admiration.I put a bouquet of red roses in a glass vase on the dining table.
Randy, this flower is so beautiful!She said.You don't have to do this.
I don't have to, but I want to do that.I said.
I put the plate with the food in front of her.
I'm not a chef, but I did a great job that night.
I found the recipe from one of my mom’s cookbooks.
Dinner includes roasted lamb slices, garlic mashed potatoes and asparagus with holland sauce.
When I put the plate in front of my mother, I could tell that she was impressed by me.
Her eyes widened and she let out a long sound.
I turned off the ceiling lights and only the candles on the dining table and on the dining table illuminated our dinner.
I wasn't old enough to buy wine, but I took a bottle of red wine from my mom's pantry and before we had dinner I poured some into her cup and poured it into my cup.
My mom and I sat together for my birthday dinner.In any light, my mother is a beauty, but under the swaying candlelight, her beauty is even more magical.I raised my glass to toast her.
Happy birthday to the best mom in the world, I said.
Thank you so much, Randy, she said, her eyes shining and watery.I thought she would cry.I was so moved.I really can't believe you would do this.
I enjoy it, mom.I said.You have done so many things for me, and doing them seems to be just small things.Cooking is also fun.
I have always loved food.
I mean, who doesn’t like to eat?
But it wasn't until that night that I realized that food or eating was a sensory thing.
But watching my mother slowly and carefully cut a slice of lamb and lift it onto her plump lips with a fork, my view of the food changed from then on.
It's like every sense of mine, for the first time in my life, is opened and amplified to the highest possible tone.
As she cut a piece from the lamb, I noticed the squeaking sound of the knife making on her plate.
I noticed the flickering light reflected by her knife in the candlelight and the contrast between her mother's dark skin and her white skirt.
I noticed the scent of the food floating out of the plate, mixed with the burning smell of the candle wick.
Most importantly, I noticed that my mother's eyes were wide open and filled with joy as she tasted the meal I made for her.
Dinner was quieter than I expected, but that was a good thing.
We didn't talk much, but that was because we all had a great time eating.
I know my mother was having a great time eating because although she didn't talk much while eating, she praised the food I made for her.
Randy, this lamb is amazing, she said.
Everything is delicious.I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good.You have to cook a few more meals in the future.She said.We all laughed.
I think your dad has never cooked me such a meal in 20 years of marriage.She said.I believe he doesn't.
Mom swallowed a fork of asparagus and chewed it with her eyes closed.
A spoonful of sauce spilled between her lips and dripped down her chin.
I don't know why, but I always feel a fascinating feeling that the sauce I cooked crossed a curved track from her lips and stopped on her hot chin.
I stared at it intently.
When she opened her eyes, she noticed that I was staring at her.
What are you looking at?she asked.
Oh, you have a little… I said and pointed my finger at my chin to indicate where the sauce was.
Oh, she said and picked up the napkin.
No, wait, I said.let me.
I leaned forward, reached across the table, put my fingers on her chin, and swept up the drop of sauce.
Then I put my fingertips on her lips.
I didn't think about what I was doing, I just did it.
Mom didn't hesitate.
She accepted my gesture affectionately and eagerly.
She opened her lips and I pressed my finger forward.
Her lips tightly held my outstretched fingers and sucked the sauce on it.
She closed her eyes as her lips sucked my fingers.
I don't know if she was imagining herself somewhere else or her lips were imagining her other things.
When she opened her eyes again, she had moved her lips away from my fingers.
Before that moment, I never thought that my fingers touching a woman's lips would make me so excited.
But I did it.
The current at that moment swallowed and surrounded me.
I think my mom feels it too.
Her eyes were wide open and she kept staring at me.
After that, we ate in silence for a while.
My mother said nothing, but she sighed from time to time how much she liked the meal I made for her.
I have to admit that the dinner was done well, but I prefer the mom’s reaction to the taste of the food.
When we had the urge to chat again, we talked about food, birthdays (my birthday is coming soon, so we chatted for a while), and I also talked about my courses and courses that might be taken next semester.
When it was time to have dessert, I took out a small cake placed on the kitchen countertop.
This was bought at a store earlier that day.
I lit a candle and sang Happy Birthday to my mother. Under the dim lights of the restaurant, my mother's eyes and smile flickered.
We finished the cake very quickly.
After eating the cake, I brought the plate to the kitchen and signaled my mother to go to the living room with me.
We sat on the couch again, and we sat there the other night when she exposed herself in small shorts.
This time, my mother was wearing her white dress, barefoot, her legs raised on the sofa and stacked under her body.
I put two colorful gift bags in front of her and took out a card from one of them.
To you, mom, I said.Open this card first, and then open that one.
She read the card slowly.Although nothing special, I can see that she is very touched.Then she pulled the first bag towards herself and reached into the bag.
I was nervous about the gift I bought her.
I have a feeling for my mom, I want to try if my feelings are correct, I think the gift I bought will help me find out.
But I was worried that I was wrong, worried that my mother would get angry about these gifts, and worried that she would think I had crossed the line.
She took the gift from the first bag.
She took out a pair of running shorts and a running bra one after another.
They are very good, both blue and black.
The shorts fit very well and very short.
The bra provides enough hiding and support to make mom comfortable to wear, but I know it will still expose a lot of cleavage and her tight torso skin.
I know I was taking the risk of buying this gift Mom might think the dress was too thin for her to wear, or she would be bothered by me buying her such a thin one.
I don't want to upset her.
But I think this is a risk worth taking.
Mom didn't react immediately.She held shorts in one hand and bra in the other, and looked carefully.
I don't think she knows how to answer.I decided to interject and explain before she reacted more.
We talked about you need a new set of running gear the other day, I said.So I think you can wear clothes like this.
My mother's eyes were wide open and she looked at me with a weird smile.
Too small!She said.Should I wear it to run?
Of course, mom.I said.Many women run in such clothes.I often see women wearing such clothes on mountain roads.And they are not as good-looking as you.
Thank you, Randy.She said.Is it because of our conversation that night?
Yes, I said.
I don't want you to feel out of date.You don't.You are a very beautiful mom and you should wear clothes that will make you feel this way.If you put photos of yourself wearing this outfit on your online dating profile, you will get a lot of attention.
Maybe.She said.I just hope it's good attention.
don’t worry.Now try another package.
She picked up another package, reached her finger in, and took out the contents.
It was a bikini, bright red and very small.
Not just small, but very small.
I saw it in the store on the nude and I immediately imagined what it looked like to wear on my mom.
I've never seen her wearing such a small bikini.
I know it's risky to do it, and it seems a bit strange that her son buys her such a small swimsuit.
But from the moment I saw it in the store, I was determined to see her put on it.
I knew she would look at it sideways and look at me sideways, so I rehearsed what she wanted to say when she first saw it.
This swimsuit is too small, Randy.She said to me in a soft voice, staring at it intently while turning her swimsuit with her hands.
I know, mom.I said.
I'm thinking about what you said that night.I feel like you feel old or unattractive, which makes me sad.Mom, you are still very young, you can act very young.I think you should go out and start dating.Dressed like a pretty woman.Moreover, wearing such a small swimsuit, you can get darker.
I hope I speak convincingly.Mom seemed a little suspicious, and she picked up her bikini and glanced at the red fabric.
Well, this brand is good, she said.
The quality looks good, too.She touched the fabric with her fingers.
But I'm not sure I can still wear this one when I'm 40 years old.Thank you for your vote of confidence.Maybe I can try it on at home first and see how I feel, and then wear it out and meet people.
This sounds like a good idea, I said.Now, let me give you a birthday hug.
Happy birthday, mom.I hugged her while saying.As we hugged, her firm breasts pressed against my chest, and my little brother suddenly became hard.
You're so good, Randy.She said.Tonight was awesome dinner, roses and gifts.You are a very considerate son.
Thank you, mom.I said.You are a good mother and I want to express my gratitude.
You did it.You did a great job.Now I wish I could wear these clothes you bought.They are too small.
I believe you can, mom.I said.
She pointed to her running shorts and top lying on the sofa.Don’t you think I’m a little bit small in the community wearing this outfit?she asked.
Won't.I said.You are a serious runner.You should wear light and comfortable clothes.This is practical.And you'll look great.don’t worry.
I've figured out what to do next for the night, but I've said it like the idea I just came up with.
I have an idea, mom.I said.
Why don’t you wear running suits? I’ll take a few photos of you.You can see if you like your appearance. If it looks good, you can use some photos to make your online dating profile.
She looked suspicious.I don't know if she wasn't sure what the photo would look like on her or because she wasn't used to posing for me.
Well, I don't know, Randy.How do you want me to pose?
Just take some beautiful, sporty photos that will make people see how you look in this outfit.My photography class in school requires some of these photos to make portfolios.
Would you show these photos to others?she asked, with concern on her face.
Unless you agree.I said.I'll put the photos on my computer.Then you can see if you like it or not.OK?
My earnestness and enthusiasm seemed to have won her favor and dispelled her reluctance.
OK, I'll give it a try.She said.I'm going to wear this now?She lifted it up.
I'm now in photographer mode and I know how to guide her.
I remembered the night before when my mom was willing to pose as I directed on the couch, and I knew she would be more comfortable and more active in posing for me once I let her start posing.
Put on the shorts and tops and come back.I went to get the camera, tidy up the room, and prepared to take pictures.
After saying that, I went back to my room, and she went back to her room, holding the running little dress tightly with one hand.
I have a pretty good DSLR camera in my room, which I bought at the Best Deal store where I work at for a discounted employee price.
I took it out.
Even though it was night, I still left the flash.
The living room has a good light, and I want to shoot with only ambient light.
I think the light is good.
There is enough top light to make sure the photo isn't too rough, and the light from the candle and light will provide some interesting side light.
I adjusted the camera settings.I then picked up the birthday gift package and set it aside to avoid ruining the effect of the photo.
I heard the sound of gentle footsteps and looked up and saw that it was my mother.She was wearing that little running outfit.
Mom looks a little hesitant and nervous.
But she doesn't need to be nervous.
She looks like a fitness goddess with a thin body, but her skin is still soft and elastic.
The shorts have a lower waist and a higher thigh, highlighting their slender legs and a toned torso.
The bra on the upper body is thicker and has stronger hiding power than the average bra, but it still reveals a lot of cleavage. The firm and oppressive material lifts her breasts upwards and closes, highlighting the depth between the cleavages.
Mom's dark blond hair was scattered on her naked shoulders and hanged down her back.
Mom, you look amazing.I said to strengthen her confidence.
These will be great.Our light was also good.I pointed to the room.
Although mom looks great, she seems a little timid.She folded her hands together and placed them in front of her belly.
She didn't seem to know where to go or what to do.
Do you think this looks good?she asked.
I knew my mom felt exposed and uncomfortable and I had to do everything I could to strengthen her confidence.
Much better than looking, mom, I answer.Trust me, you look amazing.Come here now, I'll take a few photos of you on the sofa.
Mom walked to the sofa, holding her hands together, and sat down on the sofa.
I'll start with the side shot.I said.You just sit straight on the sofa, put your hands on your knees, and smile at me.Head slightly sideways.Don't have that much.Yes, that's it.
Following my instructions, my mother seemed to understand it.She sat upright and looked straight at me.
Now give me a bright smile, I said.She smiled.I smiled happily.
I took a few photos of her in this position.Then I had another idea.I walked to the restaurant, took out a long-stalked red rose from the vase, and walked back and handed it to her.
Now, I say, hold the root of the rose stem and place it under your chin.
She did as she did.
Very good.I'll take a few photos.I did as I did, my mother became more and more comfortable. I asked her to put on some simple poses, and her smile bloomed with the bright red roses in her hands.
She didn't have to pose, just sat straight and smiled at the camera.
This rose adds a perfect romance to the scene.
Very good, mom, smile very well.Now turn to the side a little, don't turn to 45 degrees.That's it.Shoulders backward.
I started to get into the state, and it was very interesting to be responsible for taking pictures, even such amateur photos.
What’s more interesting is that I can tell my mom what to do, and she can do it without reservation and without hesitation.
The first few positions I asked her to pose were totally ordinary, but it was impossible not to noticing how sexy my mother looked in her shorts and bra top.
Her plump breasts were snug against her tight bra.
I wanted to turn the camera aside and just stare at her like that.
But of course I can't do that.
In order to relax, pose, and divert my attention, so that I can't think about the feeling that my mother's hot figure brings to me, I kept giving guidance and chatting.
Then, I decided to make the shot a little more sexy.
I let my mom lie on the sofa, resting her head on the pillow, and bent her arms, and one hand through her blonde wavy curls.
I asked her to stretch one leg to the front (not completely straight of course) and then bend the other leg.
My mother knew to use her toes to point without teaching, and I even noticed her toes for the first time in my life.
I have my own fetish I am a man but my feet never let me do anything.
But now, my mother's feet have a special feeling of the curve of the instep, slender ankles, perfect proportions, and seemingly freshly applied toenails.
I imagined my lips taking one of the toes, applying them on it, then completely in my mouth, spinning it with my tongue.
When I think of this, I try my best to eliminate this idea.
I have more photos to take, and I don't want to reveal the warming up of my relationship with my mother at that moment.
Mom lay on her back on the sofa, straightening her chest for an inch or two, and she really had the trick of posing with just a simple guide and then looking in front of the camera.
She turned her face slightly, looked up at me through her thick eyelashes, her lips slightly opened but she didn't smile.
It is undoubtedly a seductive expression.
I don't think my mother is of any interest, but no matter what, her eyes still tempted me.
I slowly asked her to pose in this position and took several photos.
I want to push the boundaries further.
Let's stand up now, mom.I said.
Where do you want me to stand?She said.I had to try not to let her see how I listened to her.
On the other side of the wall.I said.
In a place without any debris.Back against the wall, hands down, against the wall.Now move your hips away and your legs bent.Stand up with the soles of your feet, bend one leg slightly, step over the other leg, and point the toes to the ground.
I kept coaching quickly, partly because I felt that if I slowed down, my mom might start wondering if she really wanted to pose in such a sexy pose in front of her son’s camera.
This move seemed to work because my mother did not object, and she gave me a sexy, slightly open expression like before.
This outfit is perfect for her and she wears it perfectly.Her figure is well-proportioned without losing her softness, thin without losing her curves, dynamic without losing her elegance: she combines these advantages in one.
She seemed to enjoy it, too.She was easily guided and even improvised according to my instructions, adding gestures and postures.
Mom, you are very talented in this regard.I said, have you pose for your dad?I remember he took a lot of photos.
I've posed for your dad, and she smiled, her eyes revealing her thoughts about the pose she's posing.
I continued to speak while taking pictures of her.
Can I take a look?I asked.
You can look at some of them, she said, smiling even brighter.Some of them I can't show you.
oh!I said.I don't know, mom.I didn't mean to spy on purpose.
You didn't spy.It's OK, I haven't thought about the photos he took for a long time.
She seemed to like thinking about those photos, and I wanted to know how my dad made her pose, and I got hard again.
Now there is one more thing on my list.I want to see the photos my dad took for mom or even those I don't want to see.
We went to the table and I told her.Put your hands on the back of the chair.Partly turned, but with your back to me, stand up with your soles.
Do you want to pat my ass?she asked, her eyebrows raised high to look at me.
Not a slap in the butt, I said.This is a pat on your back and figure from the back.I think I'm very convincing.Mom paused for a few seconds before posing.
Mom turned her butt toward me, spread her feet apart, and twisted part of her torso to the left so that she could hold onto the back of the chair and look at me with her face.
From this perspective, she looks amazing.
The fabric of the shorts was like the thinnest layer of black paint on her hard, perfect buttocks.
Under her smooth and tight skin, the muscles on her legs were tightly tight.
She stood as high as possible with her soles of her feet, so that the calf muscles were obviously prominent.
There was no cover on her back except for the three-inch strap of the running bra.
My mother turned around and looked at me, her chin was slightly downward, her eyes curled up through her thick eyelashes.
I took a few photos of her in this position.
From my perspective, we can see that my mother is very conflicted.
She loves posing and taking photos, but her sense of manners is also challenged as time passes by in a miniskirt.
I wanted to take as many sexy photos of my mom as I could, but I also wanted to end the shot before she felt uncomfortable.
After taking a few photos of her back to me, I decided to finish the shooting.
Mom, it's great.I said.
I think we have taken some good shots, and I think it's enough now.
After taking the photo, I told my mom that I would come to pack up the dinner, but she insisted on helping me.
Let’s pick up the bowls and chopsticks on the table together, then walk into the kitchen to clean up the dirty things on the bowls and chopsticks.
I told her I would do it myself, but she seemed determined to stay by my side and help me.
I don't know why, but I feel like she loves staying by my side in the shorts and bras I bought for her.
After cleaning up in the kitchen, we separated.Mom went back to her room, and I went back to my room.
I want to copy the photos I took for her to her before she celebrated her birthday.
I downloaded the photos from the camera to my computer and saved them to a convenient flash drive I put in the drawer.
The copying work took almost no time. After I finished, I took out the flash drive from the computer socket and walked along the corridor to my mom's room.
I want my mom to see how young and charming she looks in the shorts and bra top I gave her.
The door of my mother's room was only opened with a crack. I pushed the door open, walked in without knocking or saying hello.
My mother stood naked in the middle of the room, facing me.She had just taken off her small running shorts and placed them on the floor beside her feet.
She looks even more beautiful than I thought.
Her figure is as thin and stylish as a carving.
Her breasts are plump and round, and her nipples are pink and juicy.
Her pubic hair was light and neatly trimmed, leaving her vagina completely exposed to me.
I saw the thin labia contour swaying in the gap between her slender thighs.
When my mother saw me, she screamed.
Randy!she shouted.
Her left hand quickly stretched between her legs, and her right hand swept across her chest, covering her breasts.In an instant, she covered her breasts and vagina.
But it was not completely covered.
Although her right arm was holding her body horizontally, it was placed just under her right nipple, leaving her nipple half exposed.
Her right fingers were covered on her left nipple, but the fingers were separated, not pressed together, revealing the pink areola and nipples between her fingers.
The left hand was pressed between her legs, but her fingers were slightly tilted to one side, making some of her pubic hair, and a little bit of labia, still visible.
She didn't move.She just stood there, half-covered.
Randy, what are you doing?You can see me...I'm wearing clothes.
I think the right way should be to turn around immediately and run out of the room with apologies.But I didn't do that.I just stood there, staring at her almost naked body.
Mom, I'm sorry, I said.I told you I'll show you the photos, so I put them on a USB flash drive for you, right here.
I stretched out my arm to her, with a flash drive between my fingers.
I was so fascinated by my mother's naked look in front of me that I didn't think it through.
Obviously, she wouldn't pull her hands out of her body and grab the flash drive.
She didn't.
She kept hiding, right?Her arms holding her body were not completely still, and as she moved her arms, I caught a glimpse of her breasts and pussy exposed in the gap between her fingers.
I know what a chivalrous person should do is stop watching and leave the room.But I still want to continue watching her.Mom is naked.I like to see her naked body and don't want to stop watching her naked body.
I can't take this from you, Randy, she said.Why don't you put it on the dressing table over there?She turned her head to one side and signaled me where to put it.
I walked to the dressing table and placed the flash drive on it.
Then I turned around.
Mom didn't change her position, she was still facing the bedroom door, so I'm now looking at her from the side.
She covered her chest, but her petite bubble butt was uncovered from the side, and her standing posture pushed her hips a little outward, making her side profile even more charming.
I don't want to be too lewd, but I don't want to stop looking at her either.
Mom, I'm really sorry.Really, I'll knock on the door next time.I said.
It doesn't matter.
I stood there and looked at her for a while and found that the breasts on her left were completely unblocked.It's in shape, I think.
I'm leaving, she said.
After saying that, she turned around and walked quickly to the bathroom awkwardly.
The first time I saw her naked ass, completely unblocked.
I looked down at the gap between her thighs, hoping to see her pussy again, but she walked too fast and her pussy was covered.
I apologize to you again, mom, I said, and left her room.
I closed the door behind me, but the door was not completely closed.The door was still open, only a gap was opened.
I stopped at her door, recalling everything I saw.I saw my mother's naked body.
Totally naked.Her breasts, buttocks and vagina were all visible.
I got hard again.I know what I should do.I ran back to my room.
Two minutes later, I burst into pieces and turned into a wet tissue.
I sat in the chair in front of the desk for a long time, holding my penis in my hand.The longing for a naked mother made me crazy, even if I had already orgasm.
After a while, I put on my shorts.I opened the bedroom door and the lights were out.It seems that my mother has gone to bed.
I was thirsty, so I walked to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.As I approached, I heard the sound coming from my mom.I haven't heard of it before, nor do I know it.
I tiptoed to the hall and walked towards her room.
The door is closed.
When I walked to the door, I realized that the door was not completely closed; the door was still open, just like before, with only one crack open.
The sound comes from mom's bedroom.It was a low and steady buzz.I still can't tell what the sound was.
Later, I heard my mother let out a soft, low moan, and I understood the source of the buzzing sound.
I think it is a vibrator.Mom masturbating with a vibrator.
My cock reacted again and set up a tent on my shorts.
I was extremely excited to think of the door on the other side of the thin door that wasn't even completely closed. My sexy mom might be lying naked on the bed, maybe spreading her legs, pressing her clitoris with a vibrator or inserting it into her vagina.
Not long ago, I had an orgasm in my room, but my penis got erect again when I thought of my mom masturbating.
I pulled my shorts under my penis and watched it jump forward.
Then, I decided to take off all my shorts.
My movements were very quiet.
As long as she couldn't hear me, she wouldn't open the door while the vibrator was buzzing.
I stood naked outside my mother's door, tilted my head towards the crack in the door so that I could hear her voice better, and then began to caress myself.
I tried to keep myself quiet.
Things were crazy enough, and I didn't need her to hear me slap in the sound of her shaking herself.
I heard a steady buzz and the low moans that my mother made from time to time.I began to stroke her moans in sync.
Her moans grew louder and louder, and now it sounded more like an urgent, needed murmur.The sound is louder and faster.
I speeded up the strokes and kept up with her pace.Then I heard what she said.I don't know what it is.I got closer to the door.
Randy… I heard her say.
Damn, I think.
You shouldn't have looked at me like that, she said, you shouldn't have seen your mom naked.
Wow, I think, my mom masturbates with a massage stick while thinking about how I look at her.
I heard her call my name again, and then call it again.
Then she moaned again, faster and higher tone.
Then, I heard a loud um...um...um...um, which told me that she was about to climax.
I suddenly realized that I was about to orgasm.If I didn't act quickly, I would squirt my cum so the carpet outside her room was everywhere.I can't do that.
I lifted my shorts with my left hand and held my cock tightly with my right hand, and ran awkwardly towards the bathroom next to the hallway.
I could feel the semen in my body being ready to go, and I covered my cock tightly like a tourniquet to prevent it from gushing out.
I don't want to ejaculate the semen all over the floor.
I stumbled into the bathroom and ran to the pool as quietly as possible.
I let go of my hand holding the hard stem and watched another stream of cum spray into the bathroom sink.
I kept squeezing my cock until it was completely empty.
The sink was full of semen and around it, and it was a mess.
I can't turn on the water, otherwise my mother will hear it.
So I pulled a roll of toilet paper and tried to wipe the semen clean.
I can't flush it off without making a sound, and if I throw it into the trash, my mom might see it later.
So I picked up the messy tissues, stuck my head out of the bathroom, making sure there was no one outside, and then tiptoed back to my room quietly.
I threw tissues into the garbage can in the room.I took off my shorts and lay naked on the bed.
I lay on the bed for a while, holding my dick and thinking about my mother.
I had wanted to see my mom's naked body again, and I did it, but I didn't expect so many crazy things to happen.
Things seemed to be accelerating and losing control.
I still don't know where this will go, but I want to find out.
I want to see my mom more.
Moreover, another idea gradually took shape in my mind: maybe, but maybe, my mother also hoped that I would see her.Maybe my wish is more than just a bedtime fantasy.
With my thoughts and fantasies for my sexy mother, I slowly fell asleep.
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