With me?”
“Mom? I knew before, but this left no doubt as to why men shelled over so much money to see her naked. “Too skinny? My dick stood out proudly, and my head was glaring red from strain and desire. What? It’s just…”
“What is it?!” I yelled in worry. I gave a sigh and lifted my shirt over my head, letting it fall the the floor. Welcome home,” she greeted warmly. It’s a late night, so we will talk again tomorrow. Clear the table before you leave, please.”
“Thanks mom,” I replied. She wore her hair up in a messy bun and had a silk robe on which usually meant there was just underwear underneath. I wrapped a towel around my waist and avoided the mirror as I put a clean shirt on. I finally took a real look at her at that time and realized she really was a MILF. One day, she had sat me down at the dining table and told me about her job. I looked up and was really touched by the concern in her eyes. I knew before, but this left no doubt as to why men shelled over so much money to see her naked.
