Jennifer tugged upon the bikini top so that a shade of her areolas peeked above the cloth-as if by accident they had barley fallen into view. His mother’s panties that he just didn’t care anymore. Sex But looking into the mirror she saw that the gussest wasn’t thin enough. These perverse patches of slightly buldging outer lips were exposed and they were peppered with the outer edges of her black bush. But alas he was not there. Looking down at her covered crotch Jennifer could make out the faint dense dark patch of her pubes. She wanted it to merely vertically cross her swallowing girth of an asshole. Even under the top itself the mauve silhouette of her nipples softly were on display. Jon wrapped himself in a nice plush cotton towel and darted for his door. Jon quickly jumped up and scrambled to get himself together. Of wondering if her son could tell that she semi by accident, semi maybe by sheer wicked desire had just shot hot jets of yellow piss toward her son. To know that her son with his own eyes was looking right at her own butt hole sent shivers down her spine, down into the greasy anus she was thinking about. In those moments he wanted to transform into his mother’s slave.
