How else could she see how hard my dick was tenting in my pants with no ability to relieve myself and still force me stay. As his shirt came off it exposed a lightly hairy chest over a muscled frame. She was an adult and no dummy. It wasn’t until later that I found out my mom had been recording the whole thing. Was she grinding? I..uh,” I stammered. Not that she was complaining. She let her hands roam over my chest, shoulders and arms. My mom looked back at me, cheeks flushed and smiled. Is my dad still messing with her? “Plus,” she continued, “I’m your mom. Mom shifted to sit up on my dick, and I had a view from behind of her stripping off the sheer nightie, exposing her smooth back to me and leaving nothing between my hungry hands and her body. She had set up her cameras before to catch a few angles and knew she could seduce me into fucking her. Thankfully she found self-care as a hobby, or even a religion, and started to transform her body into what she had always wanted it to be. I gave an awkward smile and eyebrow raise back, but didn’t let my excitement over her intensely sexy body show too much.
