Chapter 1

Growing up, I never felt my mom was sexy.

But my friends think so.

Tucker was one of my best friends, and when we were in our second year of high school, he started to use this word to describe my mom.

One day, he came to my house and saw my mom sitting by the pool in her backyard in a bikini.

His chin almost fell off.

When we entered the house and were doing nothing in my room, he kept saying: Randy, your mom is so sexy!I was annoyed to hear him say that because I don’t like thinking about her that way, and I don’t want my friends to think or talk about her that way.

I told Tucker that annoyed me, but that didn't stop him.

Instead, this angered him.

Not just Tucker.

Mason and Alex said the same thing, over and over again.

Even though I don't think so, I've been hearing people say that I'm the guy with a hot mom for most of my time in high school.

My friends always want to go to my house to play.

I think the main reason is that they want to see my mom.

No doubt, my mom is pretty.

She was 21 when I was born, so, as a mother, she was still young and kept her slim body by lifting weights in the gym, doing yoga, running a few times a week and playing tennis.

My mother's name is Yingjia, she is tall, thin and has a very good figure.

She has a pair of toned legs with beautiful lines and light muscles.

I've never asked her, but from references I've seen online, her bust is about a solid and plump C-cup.

I know she was selected as a homecoming princess when she was in high school, and her deep blond wavy hair, plump lips and tea-green eyes were easily reminiscent of it.

Thanks to my mom’s active sports lifestyle, my friends know that if they stayed in my house for a long enough time, there’s a good chance she would be walking around in a tennis skirt, running shorts and skinny nylon top, or wearing fitted yoga pants.

Over time, I feel that my friends come to my house to seize the best opportunity for my mom to wear a super short sportswear.

But I've never seen my mom like this.

To me, she will always be just a mother.

She is a great mother: attentive, loving, supportive and kind.

She works in the human resources department of a large nearby company, working four days a week, but she still takes time to do everything her mother should do: cooking, washing clothes, cleaning the room, etc.

I always thought my mom was the greatest mom in the world.

Even though my friends say that, I never thought she was sexy.

Until I was 19 years old.

When I was 18 years old, I had just graduated from high school and my parents suddenly separated because my father cheated on me.

My dad has always been my good dad, but for a while, I obviously felt something was wrong between my parents.

Dad is often away from the office, and he finally confesses to his mother that he has an affair with his 24-year-old secretary.

He wanted to leave his mother, but he suddenly left.

Fortunately, my parents reached a friendly solution through negotiation and approved the divorce within 9 months of separation without much quarrel.

At that time, I was 19 years old.

I attended a local university and also sold TV and computer part-time at the local BestDeal store.

I've always known computers, phones and other devices and how to convince others to do things, so it's a good job for me.

Although the money I earned was not enough to support myself and support myself to finish college, it greatly reduced the burden on my parents and gave me some disposable income.

After separation, my father moved out of the house and moved into the apartment he shared with his girlfriend.

My mom and I live at home.

There are only two of us in the family.

We live in a single-story ranch-style house on the outskirts of the big city’s edge.

My bedroom is at one end of the house and my mom's bedroom is at the other end.

This was good for both of us.

I had a private room.

After the mother is separated, she can help manage a house that she can't live in alone.

One of the most attractive things about the house for me is its proximity to the edge of the community and a large area of ​​untapped hills.

Fire roads and dirt roads are intertwined on the mountain.

I inherited my mother's nature of running, so whenever I have time, I will put on my running shoes, walk out of the house, and go to the mountains to run.

One afternoon, after I got home from college, I went out for a run.

It was a warm day in early September.

I decided not to run in my top.

When the weather is warm, I often run without a shirt; I have been doing this since I was a member of the high school cross country running team.

This is not a schizophrenia, but I think it's very comfortable.

I came to the running trail in black nylon shorts, socks and running shoes and ran up the steep slope.

I also wear a GPS watch that records my time, pace and distance.

My phone is glued to my right biceps with Velcro, and I can play music through the small headphones that are attached to my ears.

I selected songs from Slipknt, one of my favorite bands, in the playlist.

I love running amidst the powerful rock music.

After about twenty minutes, I was covered in sweat.

I ran well, my limbs were loose and strong.

This is my favorite journey, I have warmed up, but I am not tired yet.

In the cloudless sky, the sunlight shone directly on me, but because I was wearing sunglasses, the strong light was not dazzling.

The mountain road I ran through was winding.I ran steadily to the top of the mountain, and there was a flat plain in front of me, with some oak trees scattered around me.

On the path before me, I noticed a lady for the first time.

She was running, about 200 yards ahead of me.

She ran slower than me, but she still ran gracefully and energetic.

I speeded up and probably would have to catch up with her in a few more minutes.

As I got closer to her, I saw it more clearly.

I admit I have a slight fetish about women in running costumes.

As a former high school cross-country runner, I have been dealing with male and female runners for a long time and have a keen insight into how shorts and tops hug and set off female limbs and curves.

The lady in front of me was wearing blue shorts and a white shirt.

The shorts were short, about 3 inches, and were tightly pressed against her, highlighting the length and thinness of her legs.

As I approached her from behind, I saw her muscles contracting in her thighs and calf every step she ran.

She is an elegant runner.

Not all runners do this.

Some runners stagger.

Some people run short and awkward.

The lady’s steps were both smooth and wild, just like an animal, and running was her nature.

As I got closer to her, I saw her butt more carefully.

Her butt was erect and round, like a ripe apple.

Although her hips are not wide, they are in sharp contrast to her narrow waist.

Her little T-shirt didn't completely cover her.

As she ran, the hem of her shirt swung up and down, instantly revealing the back skin on the waist of her shorts.

Her golden hair tied into a ponytail, poked out from behind her white hat, flying and shaking as she ran.

I couldn't see her face clearly, but she looked very nice from behind, and her figure stimulated me to run faster so that I could catch up with her.

I speeded up.

I started rehearsing what I might say to her when I caught up with her.

I thought to myself, if her front and back look the same, she must be sexy.

The word Sexy whispered from my lips as I ran and chased her.

We both ran like this for a few minutes: she was in front of me, running very slowly, and I ran faster, bringing us closer.

I'm getting closer to her.

So far, she hasn't turned around or noticed me.

When I was about 50 yards away from her, I suddenly noticed something.This surprised me and almost stopped me.

The woman running in front of me is my mom.

At first, I couldn't believe it. But this is true. I kept running behind my mom, admiring her, and even thinking she was sexy, but I didn't even realize that it was her.

I've seen my mom wearing running clothes before when she left home.

But I've never seen her running on the road or on the trail.

I didn't recognize her pace, either.

I don't know this special running outfit either.

Although I almost stopped, I didn't.

Instead, I followed her pace.

It looks like she hasn't noticed me yet.

I could look at her, she ran on the path ahead of me, and she didn't even know where I was.

I just called my mom hot girl, I thought to myself.

She is sexy.

I never thought that the woman running in front of me was already 40 years old.

The first time I saw her, I was hit by a wave of desire. Even after I recognized her, the wave was still wandering and eroding on me.

I'm very close to her now and can see her hips tightening under her tight shorts with each step.

I saw her slender waist and her lean but muscular V-shaped back from waist to shoulders.

This feeling made me feel guilty.However, I also felt the same pleasure as looking at any sexy woman.

This is the first time I have seen my mom like this, and I am both embarrassed and excited.

I realized it would be strange if I ran behind her for too long, so I accelerated and chased.I didn't spend much time.

When I was about 30 feet behind her, I knew she could hear my footsteps and breathing, so I called her.

Mom, wait for me!

She slowed down at my voice, stopped and turned around.

Hello Ah, Randy, she said.I didn't expect to see you.I thought you were going to work in the afternoon.

She gave me a big smile and my white teeth.

Her eyes were not hidden behind her sunglasses like I did.

She half turned and stood towards me, allowing me to see her side figure, with her shoulders raising back and her chest high and firm, protruding almost straight from her thin chest.

As I pulled closer between us, I noticed that while the shorts were cute, the T-shirt was a little worn and looked very worn.

I was surprised that my mother would wear such clothes outdoors, and she usually pays attention to her appearance and dress.

I didn't have a job today, I replied.Just going to school.I got off school at one o'clock, so I went home for a run.I didn't expect to see you on the mountain road.

She looked me up and down.

I didn't expect you to like running without clothes.You look toned.She poked my stomach.It's impressive, she added.

My muscles are not very developed, but they are very thin and have a clear outline.I knew I could not wear a top, but it was still very interesting to hear this from my mom.

Thank you, mom.I said, you look sexy, too.

This is the word again.As soon as I said that, I regretted it.The word hangs in mid-air, followed by an awkward silence.

I stammered: I just said, you look really good.It's great to see you take good care of yourself.

She looked at me, showed a sly smile and raised her eyebrows.

But, mom, I went on to say, that shirt, it was outdated.You need to buy yourself some new running gear.real.

She pulled the hem of her shirt away from her torso, and stroked her thumb across a worn edge.

I caught a glimpse of her tight belly.

Seeing this scene, my heart skipped a beat.

This feeling is strange.

I think you are right, she said.Then she let go of her hand and raised her head.

Why don't we talk about fashion? Keep running, she said.Want to be with me?

Sounds like a good idea, I said.We continued running, this time we ran together.

Mom was chatty and for the next few miles we kept talking about my homework and recent movies.

We ran a big lap for about three miles and we finally got back to the top of the mountain.

The sun gradually set on the horizon, covering the hills with a layer of honey yellow.

This is exactly the beginning of the best photography time of the day, and it’s what my limited experience as a photographer has told me.

My mother and I paused for a while and looked at the neighbors ahead and at the foot of the mountain.

I took my phone out of the velcro strap.

Come on, let me take a selfie for us.The light is good, I said.

I approached my mother and put my left hand around her shoulder.We were all sweating, especially I was so I hugged her gently.I reached out my right hand and picked up my phone and took a photo.

I looked at my mother, her face facing the sunset, and behind her was a bushy oak tree.

I'll take another photo for you, I said.

Oh, please, Randy, don't do this.She said.I'm in a mess now.

OK, then you're a mess, I grinned.She rolled her eyes.

I insisted, I said.

Mom didn't protest anymore.

Instead, she pushed her shoulders back and stretched one leg in front.

She raised her hips slightly and placed her hands under her hips.

Mom pretended to be like she didn't want to take pictures, but she knew how to pose.

She smiled without saying a word, her eyes shining.Even though I ran for a few miles and was sweating all over, my mother was still so beautiful.

Capture.

OK, I've finished the filming, I said.Thank you for your tolerance to me.

You're welcome, she said, just promise me that if I look bad, you delete it.

Impossible, I said, let's run now.

We ran down the mountain together and returned home.Before entering the house, my mother said we should do some stretching exercises.

I often don’t do stretching after running.I know I shouldn't not do it, but I think I'm still young and flexible, so I can't do it.

But my mother insisted on doing it. Before I could protest, she turned around, held the wall with both hands, stepped forward with one foot, pushed her butt outward, left the wall, and walked in my direction.

I don't need more persuasion.

We walked around one side of the house to the backyard, and mom placed the keys to the house under the flower pots in the backyard.

As my mother leaned against the wall for stretching, I placed my hands on the yard posts and stretched my calves.

I tried to restrain the desire behind her and focused on stretching.

But I didn't succeed.

My mother turned around and gave me a chance to secretly look at her without being discovered by her.

So, I did as I did.

The first thing I noticed was the look of her strong and round hip stretching over her thin nylon shorts.

Each hip cheek is perfectly carved into a blue ball.

Mom's stretching made the shorts tied up on her butt so high that I could see the lining of her running shorts poking out her head, and under the lining, I could even see a touch of bare skin on her butt cheeks.

After a summer outdoor activity, my mother's legs were tanned and shiny, and she was thin and long behind her.

Mom raised her toes, and this move highlighted her calf muscles.

As I mentioned before, I have a lot of experience running with women and I appreciate the toned figure of women.

Mom is very toned.

She pushed the wall away and began to turn toward me, so I quickly turned my head over and focused on my stretching.

I don't want my mom to see me peeking at her.

We did this for a few minutes of stretching, my mind was chaotic and conflicted, and then mom picked up the keys and we entered the house.

After entering the house, we all went to the kitchen.

I took a glass of Coke from the refrigerator and my mother took a bottle of water.

I opened the lid of the drink and immediately started to drink it in big gulps, while my mother just lifted the bottled water to her forehead and drank it with her eyes closed for a while.

The air in the room was cool and it felt cooler when applied to sweaty skin.

The cool air had a significant impact on mothers.

Even under the sturdy fabric of the running bra, her nipples protruded significantly on the worn cotton cloth of her shirt.

She still closed her eyes as I looked at my mom.

She supported the weight of her body with one leg and bent forward with the other leg.

Her shirt raised up, revealing a strap of skin on her abdomen.

She looked sexy, I thought to myself, and at the same time I told myself that I shouldn't have that.

She opened her eyes and found that I was looking at her, so I quickly looked away.

I started watching my mom like my friends, which was bad enough.

If she saw me do this, it would be even worse.

When I looked back at her, she was looking at the shirt again.

I think the dress is a little torn, she said.I can dress up my running closet.What suggestions do you have?

Mom didn't know that she was talking about her clothes while wearing sweaty jogging shorts and shirt, which made me feel bad.

I don't know, mom.I said.There are everything nearby in the running supplies store.However, you should buy chemical fiber clothes, not cotton.Shirt, or vest, or jogging bra.

Well, she said.I don't think my 40-year-old body can just wear a jogging bra to run.That might be a bit over.

I've met Judy Havings, Alex's mom, running in a jogging bra.I said.

She is older than you and is not as good-looking as you.

Judy?Really?I've never seen it before.I was surprised.Wouldn't you feel embarrassed to see me running around in just a bra?

Awkward?Won't.I said.I see it often.It's no big deal.You can do better than most women.But no matter what.It depends on you.

My mind was filled with my mom running in small shorts and a running bra, which was very attractive, but I didn’t want to act like I wanted to peek at her in front of her.That would be too strange.

OK, thank you, I think, mom said, I will go to the store to buy something in the next few days.

She finished drinking the water and put down her cup.

Now it's time to take a shower, she said.

When I think of my mother wearing a jogging bra, I remembered that it was time for me to take a shower.I went to the bathroom at the other end of my house, and my mother went to the bathroom in her room.

A few minutes later, I stood in the hot water flowing on my body, and couldn't help but think of my mother in the kitchen, wearing a miniskirt, her erect nipples clearly visible under her old shirt.

I've never thought of my mom like this before, but now I can't stop.

Mom is very sexy.

I can't deny it.

Her legs were thin and soft, and the muscles in her calf were tightly stretched as she stretched her legs and tiptoed.

The firm breasts under the tight and shabby T-shirt are also very sexy.

I wiped the soap on my body, then reached between my legs with my hands holding the soap, trying to clean it.

Wash out there.

I washed my dick up and down with my hands, and my mother's look in her jogging bra appeared before me again.

My cock suddenly became obviously thicker, and I touched it back and forth with my hands a few more times, and my mind was full of pictures of my mother wearing a bra.

I realized what I was doing and stopped.

No, I think.I won't masturbate at my mother's photos.I wouldn't do that.This is too much.

I have to set some boundaries for this matter.

With this warning, I quickly finished my shower and came out to dry it with a towel.

I looked around the bathroom.

I forgot to bring my clothes for change.

Worse, I knew there was nothing in my room because my mom had just finished washing her clothes and hadn't put them away.

I wrapped the towel around my waist.The laundry room was close to the kitchen, so I paced around the floor barefoot, looking for something to wear.

Mom was already there when I passed by the kitchen.

She was wearing gray cotton shorts and a gray long-sleeved cotton top with a large round collar and a white vest on the outside.

She was still barefoot.

She was already busy making supper with a grip of noodles in her hand.She raised her head from work and looked at me with a smile.

I realized that I was standing in front of my mother, naked except for a bath towel.

I am not conceited about my appearance, but I am not shy about my body.

I've also worn a bath towel in front of my mother before, and it's no big deal.

But this afternoon, I had a new idea about my mother's sexy and suddenly felt that it was different to be exposed like this.

I never thought about how I would take off my clothes in front of my mom.

But now there is.

I once thought of her as a woman, and I wonder how she thinks of me as a young man.

The bath towel hangs down on my waist, revealing my thin torso and well-lined abdominal muscles.

My biceps and triceps are not big, but my shoulders are wide.

I don't have a lot of body hair, so I know my smooth, thin, hard breasts are exposed to her.

I want to know what I look like in her eyes.

Looking for clothes to wear?She asked me.Her eyes moved from me to my naked breasts and moved back.

Yes, sorry, I was about to go to the laundry room.I said.

No need to apologize.She said with a smile.

I hurried to the laundry room and took out a few pairs of trousers and a T-shirt from the dryer.

For some reason, I decided not to wear underwear.

I quickly put on my warm clothes, threw the wet towel into the basket, and returned to the kitchen.

My mom and I talked about my course again.

I haven't confirmed my major yet. I don't know what to do after graduating from college. So far, my course selection is uneven: economics, computer science, art history, and many more.

I felt that my mother was gently encouraging me to focus on my life goals.

She made no progress that night.

After the pasta was cooked, we sat at the table for supper and the salad I made for her, and my mother took out a bottle of red wine.

I didn't like drinking much, but she assured me that it was a good wine, Pinot Noir, so I took a glass and started drinking it with supper.

After dinner, I helped my mother clean up the table and put the bowls and chopsticks into the sink.After washing, my mother picked up the wine bottle and two drunk wine glasses, and there was still half of the wine in the wine bottle.

Randy, let's sit in the living room and chat.She said.

Sounds good, mom.I said.

We sat together on the spacious and comfortable sofa in the living room, with mom sitting at one end and I sat two-thirds of the other end.

My mother leaned her back against the armrest of the sofa and stretched her legs towards me.

I couldn't help but look at her legs in gray shorts.

I also noticed that although the shorts were not long, they were a little loose, and the holes in the legs were loosely attached to her legs.

Under her shorts, you can see a large area of ​​smooth skin on the upper part of her thighs.

One of her legs bent, the other lying on the sofa, her feet curled under the other.

She poured wine into our glasses and placed the bottle on the table behind her.She touched the wine glass with mine and said: Cheers.

I also replied: Cheers.

Well, Randy, I haven't heard of your love life lately.Is there any progress in that aspect?

Being asked about girls by mothers is not the most comfortable way to start a conversation, but we haven’t talked about this topic in a long time.It's fair for her to ask.

Nothing has been made.The semester just begins.I've attended several parties, but haven't met anyone yet.

During the summer vacation, I dated a girl named Dali at school, but we broke up a few weeks before the fall semester.

After a party after school, I hooked up with another girl, but I didn’t want to talk to my mom about it.

I'm not in a hurry now.It will happen naturally when it should happen.I said.What about you, mom?When are you planning to start dating?

I'm surprised you would ask.She said.Do you agree that I started dating?

Of course, mom.I hope you are happy.Since you broke up, Dad has been dating the girl whose name is.You should also have some fun.

In fact, it would be strange to see my mom dating someone else, but it has been more than a year since I broke up and I don’t want to see my mom lonely.

Mom didn't answer me immediately.She looked at me, her eyes moving, barely blinking, looking at me in some way or something, I couldn't tell what it was.

What's wrong?I asked.

You are not like 19 years old.She said, I don't think you are 19 years old.You've never been like someone of your age.She looked to one side, staring at a very far place.

I remember when you were five years old, I took you to the playground.You play with the other kids.I don't have to worry about this.But what I remember is that you would walk to other adults sitting on benches watching their kids and start talking to them.You will fascinate them.You will talk to them for a long time, even if you are still a child, even then you are a little adult.Now you are a real adult, you look much older than you are. I look at you and think you are not a 19-year-old child.

She was silent for half a minute and we all took a sip of the wine.

I thought about dating. I've been busy with work, busy with you, busy with fitness, so I've only thought a little more until now. But I feel like I'm ready. I even checked out an online dating site. I found myself not having any good recent photos to build a profile.

I can help you, mom.I know how to use the camera, I said.

Yes I know.You can use it easily, just like using a lot of things.

She smiled brightly at me and then she noticed that her and my cup were empty again.

It's time to refill, she said.

She twisted her body to the side and reached out to pick up the bottle of wine behind her head.

My eyes couldn't help but wander up and down her smooth thighs closest to me, a large area of ​​flawless, slightly dark and tender skin.

My eyes followed the curve of her legs until the inner side of her thighs, disappearing under loose cotton shorts.

It just didn't completely disappear.The shorts were loose and the holes in the legs were cracked.Just then, I saw it.

Oh my god, I think.Mom didn't wear underwear.

My eyes stretched to the skin between her legs.I actually caught a glimpse of the neatly trimmed dark golden hair.The vagina itself is within sight.

Then, my mother stretched her hand back a little and went to get the wine bottle.The opening of the shorts became a little bigger and just saw part of the labia. In addition, you could also see her shy clitoris.

I saw my mother's vagina.

This is just a glimpse.

It lasted no more than a second, because she took only one second to pick up the bottle and began to turn around to see me.

But that glance was deeply imprinted in my mind.

I have never seen my mother's vagina before. Our family is not conservative, but it is not a nude. I have never seen my mother naked. Now, I see her vagina, I can never see it again, and I don't want to see it.

I immediately felt the cock under my shorts getting erect.I immediately regret not wearing underwear.I was immediately awakened and it was hard to hide the fact.

I kept sitting on the sofa with my feet facing my mom.I lifted my legs up and bent to cover up my penis that I knew I would be erect soon.

How are you?Mom asked.

It's OK, I said.I think my feet are a little numb.

OK, come and give me your cup.Mom poured the remaining wine from the bottle into our cups.

Mom took a few sips quietly and then looked at me again.

So, do you think I should try online dating?she asked.

Honestly, I have mixed feelings about this.

I do hope mom will be happy, I know she will eventually hope for another man in life.

I also know that because she is beautiful and charming, she will have many choices.

But I enjoyed my mother's life alone.

It's hard for me to imagine a man worthy of her.

This feeling is strange. Although it is the feeling of a son, I feel a little jealous when I think of her being with other men.

But I won't say this to her.

I want to support her.

I think you should give it a try, I said.Will you have any problems dating a man?

That's exactly what I'm worried about, she said.

As far as I know, most of the truly qualified men on these sites are looking for much younger women.Just like your dad.I really don't want that.I wanted to find a dad who was the same age as me, not a sixty year old.

Mom, I don't think you have any problems.You don't look like a 40-year-old woman.You are beautiful.You maintain a good figure and look very young.Even my friends say so.

Well, you're so nice.It's great to hear you say that.After the divorce, your father left me and I was very sad.It's a big blow to my confidence.My self-feeling makes me at the age of 40 sometimes feel like I'm out of date.This feeling is very bad.

Of course you don't have to worry, mom.You don't have to worry about anything.

Thank you, she said.She smiled slightly.What you said about your friend is interesting.I always knew Tucker had a little bit of a favorable impression on me.When I was there, he always had his tongue tied.Very cute.

It's Ah, he thinks you are more than just a little cute.He always says you're 'sexy' which is a little annoying.It’s not that you are bad, I quickly added that it’s just that a friend said this to my mom is annoying.

I know what you mean, she said.I seem to remember once I overheard him say this.He spoke very well.It's also very complimenting to me.

You are very beautiful, mom.I said.If you can build a date profile correctly, you can attract qualified men.I can take some beautiful photos for you.

I accept your advice, Randy.Thanks.

I have an idea.

I'll take a photo for you now.As I said that, I reached for the phone lying on the sofa behind me.

No, Randy, I'm not ready yet. I didn't even wear makeup.

You don't need it, mom.You look amazing.And the light here is good too.

It's really good. Although it's night, the room has a good light and the camera on the phone is good enough to take good photos under moderate indoor light without too much graininess in the photos.

Oh well.She said.How should I pose?

I'm so happy.I like my mom asking me to tell her what to do.

Sitting upright.Put your arms on the back of the sofa.Shoulders backward.Just like this, try different positions with your legs.Point the toes.

One of the classes I took the previous year was photography class, and I had some experience shooting models, so I was at least familiar with the basic principles of posing and conducting.

I asked my mother to pose in a few different positions and then took pictures of her.

I don't want her to look sexy because that's not suitable for an online introduction.

My focus is on her face.

My mother smiles beautifully, her teeth are white and even, and her eyes are bright when she smiles.

But even though I focused on her face and tried to take a good portrait, I couldn't help but notice her graceful figure in grey shorts and top.

The first time I thought of that night, she didn't seem to be wearing a bra.

I wasn't sure because she wore a vest and a long-sleeved top on the top, but I didn't see any trace of the bra straps, and the natural slope and curve of her breasts under her top also showed that she had no artificial support.

She doesn't need it, I thought to myself.

Take a few more shots and I'll be done.

I got along very well with my mom, and I had never felt so clearly that I realized that she was a woman, not just a mom.

This made me excited and excited.

I realized my cock was still erect and I accidentally hid it.

I think she must have noticed it now, but if she noticed it, she wouldn't reveal anything.

She patted my knee.

I'll go clean up.She said.She stood up, picked up my empty wine glass and walked towards the kitchen.

I'll help.I said.

No, let me do it.You may still have homework to do.

In fact, I didn't.I am very good at completing my homework quickly, and after the last class at school, I completed my homework quickly.

At this moment, it is difficult for me to think about doing my homework, because when my mother got up and walked towards the kitchen, I saw her upright buttocks wearing gray shorts. All I was thinking about was that there were no underwear under the shorts, and there was no underwear thread.

My mother's butt is perfect, sturdy, and has a sculptural feel.I know she does squats and other exercises in the gym to keep her hips in shape, and whatever she does, it works.

However, this scene did not make me more excited.

If I stood up and followed her to the kitchen to help, it would be impossible to cover the conspicuous tent under my shorts.

I decided to take my mom's advice and go back to my room.

Thank you for your dinner, mom.I'm going back to my room to do something.I'll help you with the photos.

While talking, I turned my body over and covered my erect penis.Mom looked back at me, I didn't know if I had managed to hide my erection.

Glad to chat with you, Randy.Thank you for your support.Love you.

I love you, mom.

I walked all the way to my room, my erect cock tightly against my shorts.

I closed the bedroom door behind me and walked to the desk.

I sat down, and the computer screen was in front of me.

I unzipped the shorts and my penis popped out, standing straight.

My penis was no longer clinging to my shorts, which gave me a sigh of relief.

The computer is already on.I connected my phone to my computer using a USB cable and downloaded the photos.I scroll through these photos.

The first one is a photo I took for us while running, and it worked very well.

Then I saw the photo I took for her, on the hillside, in the afterglow of the sunset.

She looks so beautiful, like a model.

I continued to look through the photos I took for her on the sofa.

I'm glad to see these photos work well.

The light was good enough, and her face was filled with a charming smile.

Several of them are enough to make beautiful portraits on dating sites.

I browsed for a while and then stopped.

I didn't plan to take any sexy photos of my mother on the sofa, nor did I direct her to pose for teasing.

But I took a picture of her changing from one position to another.

In this photo, she sat up, one leg bent and pressed against the back of the sofa, and the other leg bent, leaning against the sofa seat.

In this photo, her legs spread out, and this angle stretches out the shorts as before, but widens.

The shorts were wide enough to see my mother's vagina in the photo.

At that time, I had no idea that I took a photo of my mother's vagina.

I can see dark golden fluff.The light complements the background.

I could see the smooth exolabia, as well as the thin inner labia, which were gently pressed together.

The seductive vertical gap is located between the two labia.

I enlarged it and looked more carefully. I could swear that in the dark gap, there was a fleshy lips slightly open, flashing with a faint color. It must be the light behind me that reflected the moisture in her body.

If my penis was hard before, then now it is like a rocket on the launch pad, ready to go.

My hand grabbed it quickly.Earlier tonight, thinking of my mother in the bathroom, I stopped touching myself, but this time I could not stop again.I don't care if this is wrong.

I thought about getting some lotion to help with the process, but I didn’t want to stand up and look away from my mom’s image.

And, I don't need it either.

The small hole at the top of my penis is already covered with pre-similarity.

I quickly stroked up and down twice, squeezed more pre-sum from my penis, which was transparent enough to lubricate my penis.I know it won't take a long time.

I've been able to control the speed of my ejaculation well, and no one complains about me being cum too fast, but I know I'll definitely cum very fast this time.

I couldn't help watching the beautiful mother smile at me with her shiny eyes, her legs spread apart, and her vagina was completely exposed in front of me, and I could no longer bear it.

I stroked frantically, staring at the picture in front of me, my thoughts were chaotic, full of lust and desire.

The dam has broken.Before this, I never felt that my mom was sexy, and now, I feel that I can no longer see her in other eyes.

Oh my God, you are so sexy, mom, I think.Your vagina, mom.

Your hot vagina, your wet vagina, is exposed in front of me.

I love you, mom, you and your hot, wet and open pussy, you like this, don't you?

Show off your open, steaming vagina to your son and stroke his cock for you?

You want me to orgasm for you, do you?

Orgasm for you?

I will, mom.

I'm going to ejaculate for you and your wet vagina.

I felt guilty when I immersed myself in the longing for my mother.

My lovely mother, my loving mother, she gave birth to me, raised me, and took care of me.

Now, I stared at her lower body and pistol, just like she was a model in "The Hot".

Yes, I can say, I felt guilty at that moment.

One thing, but not yet, is not enough to stop.

In fact, I like this, I like to see my mother spread her legs like that, and I can't stop.

My hands twitched up and down quickly, and I pulled hard as I rushed up, pulling my penis out and stretching as long as possible.

I want my mother to feel that my dick is getting longer and longer, and the better.

My hard and long penis was quickly stroked by my fast moving hands and approaching orgasm. This was my tribute to my hot, spreading mother.

My cock pounded twice before I understood what was going on, and a thick white sticky cum gushed out from the top of my cock.

I've never seen so much cum squirting out of my cock.

The cum spray was everywhere with my hands, my shorts, even my shirt and my desk.

It even splashed directly onto the computer monitor, directly onto the image of my mom sitting on the couch.

I sat there for about a minute, motionless, staring at my mom’s image and my masterpiece.It's a mess.

A knock on the door sounded.

Randy?mom shouted.

I was panicked.Did I lock the door?I can't let my mom come in and see what I'm doing.Or see a picture of herself.

Thankfully, she didn't come in after knocking on the door.

Mom, I'm changing my clothes, I shouted.My voice was trembling, hoping she didn't hear it.Can you wait?

Don't need to come out.I just want to say good night.I want to go to bed early.Good night!

Good night, mom.

The emergency was lifted.My heart was beating wildly. What if my mother opened the door and came in?I don't want to think about it.

I didn't move, I was still sitting in the chair, holding my cock in my hand, and the screen was a photo of my mother's splashing semen.

It was a really weird day, I thought.

My mind is full of mom.

My mom is a hot mom, I think.My God, she is so sexy.

At this time, I was holding my still hard cock in my hand, and my body was covered in semen, dripping along the high-definition photos of my mother displayed on the computer monitor screen. I had no idea where all this would go.

I watched a drop of semen drip down the screen, stopping at the exposed junction between my mother's legs in the image.

It obscured my vision of my mother's vagina.

My mind is not clear, but I know one thing.

I want to read it again.