...tood there, legs crossed and one arm rested beneath her breast as if propping them up for display.
Just enough buttons were done up at the bottom to hide her pussy mound but wisps of hairs, the same color as on her head peeked out. Mom never had a problem wearing next to nothing around the house and I wasn't about to complain, she almost always covered up when there was company. As I watched her I wished I had put something more on then just my boxers. My dick was hard and throbbing, barely covered by my shorts . She put her cigarette out and sat down across from me. It felt like she could read my mind, I knew she couldn't but moms always seemed to know what was on your mind. Thats why its so hard to lie to them. I tried to shift my legs and hind my excitement. She smiled at me, her pink lips parted just a little to see a few of her pearly white teeth and leaned over to reach for a strip of bacon off my plate. Her shirt dropped down enough to see her ample white tit gentle pressed against the table, the pink nipple was was a deeper pink then her lips and about the size of a dollar coin.
She sat back down and bit off a piece of bacon she had retrieved. She looked at me with that mom stare and I looked away quickly, accidentally knocking my fork in the floor. When I scooted my chair ba...