My mom didn’t say much since our confrontation over the weekend, until yesterday. When I came home from school I was planning on seeing my girlfriend later that evening as I do most nights. My girlfriend has a nice body, some great t***, but they sag a little for her age. I’m always h**** and can f*** three times a day, or more if I had the chance, but I don’t. My mom asked me to stay home and watch a movie with her last night. I wanted things to get back to normal so I told her that would be fine. She told me she hadn’t said anything to my dad, and he wouldn’t be home until late. My mom told me she wanted to change into something more comfortable.
When she came back she was wearing some jean shorts, and a short sleeve shirt, unbuttoned much more than usual. For some reason she quickly tidied up the living room. In doing so, I could see down her shirt and she wasn’t wearing a bra. I’d get glances of her t***, and her n****** were hard. I got so hard by the time we started the movie, I had to take a bathroom break to jackoff, so I wouldn’t have an uncomfortable b**** for the movie. My mom smiled when I came back, and patted the couch next to her for me to sit. He shirt was open enough I could see an entire t** and n*****. It was hard for me to concentrate on the movie. Then she surprised me when she put her hand on top of mine. By the end of the movie I was hard again and told my mom I was going to bed. Really I wanted to jackoff again thinking about how full, firm, and perfect her t*** are.
