He was slouching in his chair, studying the details he'd created on paper, relishing the sensation of his hard cock, throbbing against his stomach when a voice behind him, startled him. "That is me."

Stan dropped the page onto his crotch, sitting up, hunching as though he could hide himself. His mom was in a white blouse with yellow flowers. The top two buttons were undone, and the hem had been tied, gathered under her breasts. Her white shorts had black accent thread outlining the pockets, fly, and seams. Despite his discomfort at being caught unexpected, he felt a shudder run through his cock. She was super sexy.

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