Mom's Birthday Request
Laura Lovecraft
Editorial: Boruma Publishing
Sinopsis
Jimmy feels bad for his mother, she's been alone since the divorce and today is her birthday and she has no one to spend it with. Jimmy tells her he wants to celebrate with her and asks what she wants. Mom tells him there is something she wants, but its not something he can buy, but something he can do. Jimmy's not sure what she wants, but finds out soon enough because when he arrives his mother tells him exactly what she wants from her son...and it’s as much a gift for him as it is for her, because candles won't be the only thing she'll be blowing tonight! ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ “So, mom, what’s wrong with the bed?” “What’s wrong?” Mom came around and sitting on the side of the bed, crossed her legs. Just before her leg swung over the other I caught a glimpse of the front of the thong, noting how very little material there was between her legs as well as a black bow at the top of it. “Uh, yeah, what’s wrong with it?” I repeated the question as I stared at the creamy skin of her thigh. The robe had ridden up when she crossed her legs and I could see her leg all the way to her damn hip, including the purple string of the thong. “Well, just look at it!” Mom waved her hand, then winked, “Instead of looking at my legs.” “Oh.” I blushed, “I…I wasn’t really looking.” “You weren’t?” she raised her eyebrows, “Sure seemed like you were.” “So the bed.” “Sit down.” She patted the bed next to her. I sat down next to her and again heard no squeal or notice it sagging. “Mom, I don’t see anything wrong.” “Exactly, you don’t see anything.” She pushed her lips into a pout, “It’s empty, that’s what’s wrong with it!” “I don’t…” I stopped when I got what she meant. “Well, look, Mom that’s nothing I can help you with.” “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” “What do you mean?” Mom’s answer was to turn sideways on the bed so she could face me. When she did she swung her right leg up onto the bed and I was confronted with a clear view between her legs. The front of the thong was purple lace and I swore I could see the shadow of her pussy beneath it. I pulled my eyes away, but found no relief as she stretched her long well shaped leg out along bed. Once again my gaze was drawn to her soft inner thigh and to my dismay I felt my cock twitch. What the hell was wrong with me, this was my mom! “You’re not looking again.” Mom laughed. “I wasn’t…I mean…” I sighed, “Mom that robe is way too much.” “Too much?” She smiled, “You want to see more?” “What? No, I mean it’s too much like you shouldn’t be wearing it in front of me.” I told her, forcing my eyes to her face. “I shouldn’t be wearing it?” She repeated, “You know, I think you’re right.” Mom slid her leg off the bed and standing in front of me grabbed the tie and pulled on it. “If it’s too much, I think I’ll just take it off.” “Mom, what the hell are you…Oh my God!” With no hesitation mom had opened her robe, slid it back from her shoulders and let it hit the floor. My jaw followed suit when I was confronted with my mother standing in front of me wearing only the thong and a smile that was far from motherly.
Disponible desde: 13/01/2017.
Longitud de impresión: 21 páginas.
