Sharing my mother with her husband
” Good morning. ” Andrea said as her 17 yr old son came into the kitchen. ” Morning. ” He replied in his typical teenage one word reply. A quick glance over the back of his 47 yr old mothers back and arse. The shape of her hourglass figure under the tight black pencil skirt. Her sleeveless white satin round neck blouse tucked into her skirt. A white belt around her waist. A quick smile as he opened the fridge, his mother turned. He new the blouse she was wearing. He had unzipped the zip sewn into the inch wide black trim down the front of her bust and stomach. She smiled at him with a cheeky smile. ” Exam? ” She said. She loved replying to him with one word questions. ” Grow up …