I ogled her. After the shower her hair was wet and her face undone, but I loved it the way it was. Her average size tits showed mild sag, but in my eyes they were more enticing than Scarlet Johansson's. Her tummy was flat, soft, and feminine. Since she was sitting, everything below her waist was hidden.

I whispered, "Mom, you are beautiful..." My pecker began hardening.

"Aren't you disappointed my body is older than the average 20-something girl?"

"I want YOU and not a young girl. And if you think it's only a compliment, move your eyes 2 feet down, and you'll get your proof."

Mom eyed the growing...