Molly stood at the bathroom mirror, fixing her makeup, arranging her auburn hair just so. She was a little nervous. Sean was coming home today.
Sean was her 15-year-old son, and she was finally going to bring him home from a long stay in the hospital. As she was putting the final touches to her appearance, her mind recalled the terrible day of the accident. He had been mowing the la
Molly parked her car in the garage and carried the groceries into the kitchen. She dropped the bags on the table, anxious to check on Sean. Today was the first time since his accident that she had left him on his own.
Over the past several days they had established a certain daily routine. Sean would wake her in the morning and she would "relax" his morning erection by giving him a
"Mom? Mom, wake up."
Molly came awake slowly, blinking her eyes in the bright morning sunshine. She looked up to see Sean standing beside her bed.
"It's time to wake up," he said.
"Mmm, morning, honey," Molly murmured. She yawned and stretched her body languorously. She'd slept wonderfully, after that delicious orgasm... Her eyes popped open as the events of las
Molly woke early the next morning. Her flimsy negligee was bunched around her waist and her legs were still spread wide from the night before. After giving her son a killer blow-job she had been in such a hurry to frig her pussy that she hadn't even removed her garter and stockings. She had merely flung herself on the bed and fingered herself to orgasm before finally falling into a fitful sle
Over the next several days I put my newly learned technique to good use, whacking off every opportunity I got. I could almost feel my mom's hand guiding mine. I went back to her underwear drawer many times to ogle her naked pictures as I masturbated. I tried to leave everything just as I had found it so she wouldn't know, but looking back, she had to have known I wouldn't be