My mother was only in her mid-forties and spent about as much time on her image and body as any of my lovers. The result was she still had a smoking hot body, and even though they were implants, her tits looked amazing.

I ogled her body for a few seconds before shaking my head.

"Mum, we can't," I repeated.

"But dear, it could be amazing," she crossed the distance between us and I felt her hand rubbing against the bulge in my shorts. I was still worked up from Tori earlier and then Vicky, and even though I had no interest in fucking my mother, her body was still...