Sexual Tension Between Mother and Son
She was leaning over the sink looking intently into the mirror as she carefully applied her mascara. She was not finished dressing yet. She wore a silky white half slip through which he could make out the faint outline of her girdle. On top wore a cream-colored brassiere with a floral pattern. The underwire cups lifted her heavy breasts high and barely contained the overflow of abundant flesh at the top of her bra. He studied his mother’s body as he had done many times in the past. It was plump, almost verging on fat, with soft billowing curves, large breasts, and a big fleshy butt. His mother’s body never failed to excite him, and he felt himself growing hard. Since he was a kid he seized every opportunity to secretly observe his Mom’s body …