Small anecdote
They gave me early dismissal from work, so I arrived home at three o'clock in the afternoon. It was a common and ordinary day, only that I would arrive earlier than usual at home. What I didn't know is that this would be one of the most erotic memories until then.
Maybe the problem is that since I was 12 years old (I'm now 21) I started seeing my mother as someone very attractive.
My high school friends used to say she was very good and I got used to seeing her with different partners, since she divorced very young.
All of this made me do things like searching for her lingerie in her underwear drawer or even trying to take some morbid photos, which I ended up showing at high school and prep.
In short, that day I arrived home, opened the door, and froze for a moment, even thinking my legs trembled a bit.
My mother was on the living room couch, semi-reclined, with her legs completely open, resting on the coffee table in the living room. With her left hand she was looking at her cell phone and her right hand was inside her mesh shorts, unbuttoned to mid-thigh and showing a black thong string while she was touching her pussy, wearing a white blouse that had something lifted, probably because she was touching her breasts. It was obvious she was masturbating.
She saw me when I came in, quickly adjusted herself while laughing nervously, asking me why I arrived early. She adjusted her blouse, raised her shorts a bit and fastened them quickly, still laughing.
I told her there was no work, and they let me leave, to which she replied that if I wanted something to eat.
We went to the kitchen, she warmed up some food, and we started talking about many topics, but never about what had just happened, namely seeing her masturbating a few moments earlier.
They gave me early dismissal from work, so I arrived home at three o'clock in the afternoon. It was a common and ordinary day, only that I would arrive earlier than usual at home. What I didn't know is that this would be one of the most erotic memories until then.
Maybe the problem is that since I was 12 years old (I'm now 21) I started seeing my mother as someone very attractive.
My high school friends used to say she was very good and I got used to seeing her with different partners, since she divorced very young.
All of this made me do things like searching for her lingerie in her underwear drawer or even trying to take some morbid photos, which I ended up showing at high school and prep.
In short, that day I arrived home, opened the door, and froze for a moment, even thinking my legs trembled a bit.
My mother was on the living room couch, semi-reclined, with her legs completely open, resting on the coffee table in the living room. With her left hand she was looking at her cell phone and her right hand was inside her mesh shorts, unbuttoned to mid-thigh and showing a black thong string while she was touching her pussy, wearing a white blouse that had something lifted, probably because she was touching her breasts. It was obvious she was masturbating.
She saw me when I came in, quickly adjusted herself while laughing nervously, asking me why I arrived early. She adjusted her blouse, raised her shorts a bit and fastened them quickly, still laughing.
I told her there was no work, and they let me leave, to which she replied that if I wanted something to eat.
We went to the kitchen, she warmed up some food, and we started talking about many topics, but never about what had just happened, namely seeing her masturbating a few moments earlier.
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