My mom came home from work today all stressed out. She was sitting on the kitchen chair having her second a strong martini. I came up behind her and started massaging her shoulders. As I was rubbing, her dress that already showed a fair amount of her cleavage, started moving around and I could see down her dress to her tan bra. Seeing so much of her b****, I told my mom I had to go to the bathroom, and I did, but it wasn’t to take a piss.
