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- Mar 30, 2011
posting this from pm, posts divided by "end"
She heard the timer in the kitchen go off and got up from her seat on the couch. She was making a roast with various vegetables. She put a pot holder over her had and pulled open the oven with the other. As soon as there was a small gap, the smell of the finished meal wafted through the air. She pulled the item out and sat it on top of the stove. "Sweetie! Dinners ready!" She exclaimed as she made her plate and then started on her sons. Dinners weren't the same after her and her husband broke up, they were quiet and lonely. Mostly spent in silence. She sat the plates on the table and then turned off the oven. She sat down at the table and began to eat, not even bother waiting for her son to come down.
After dinner she looked up at him, "I am going to take a shower, help your self to whatever." She was making eye contact with him, she could not help but to notice how handsome he looked tonight. 'So much like his father.. in many ways' she thought to her self as she stood up from the table. She made her way to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. Steam instantly feeling the bathroom, she left the door cracked so it wouldn't get to humid.
She began to undress her self, throwing the red dress shirt and white knee length skirt she had on earlier from work on to the floor. Leaving her in a red lacy thong and bra. She had a slender body, but curves in all the right places, her bust was a little over average, Ds to be exact and her hips were a bit wide, her legs long and lean. She had an hour glass figure and a body of a teenager, seeing as she visited the gym a bit, her log blonde hair flowing to the middle of her back. She unbuttoned the bra and revealed her big and perky breats, and then stepped out of her thong. Her body was a golden tan, luminous, and cleanly shaved. It was natural, she took care of herself. After getting completely undressed she stepped into the shower with the clear curtain and let the water begin to cascade down her body.
"end"
(my quite the post to live up to!)
A boy of 15 sat in his room playing Battlefield Bad Company 2, his team was winning and he was the top player, he excelled at everything he tried, be it games, music, or academic pursuits, he was gifted in all ways. As the round finished he heard his mother's musical voice call up dinner. A smile played his lips, he would never tell a soul but his mother was to his young mind the most beautiful woman alive and his father was an idiot for letting her go. He made his way down to have dinner with her.
The dinner itself was awkward as always, which pained him since he loved his mother's smile and laugh. He looked at her morosely as they ate, wishing he could say something to cheer her up, but still nothing came to mind. After a while he gave up and ate quietly with her. But that didn't mean he didn't feel the heat rise and try desperately not to blush or appear excited when his mother said she was going to shower. He put the dishes in the wash after she left the room then stood in the hall, waiting. Once sure that she wasn't paying attention to the door he got close and looked in through the crack.
He was rewarded with his mother just taking off her red dress top, barely stopping a moan of longing as it slid to the floor. His eyes traced her legs as she pulled off her skirt before moving up to drink in her round firm ass. He let his eyes take in the whole of her form as the bra and thong came off too, he felt his boner press uncomfortably hard into his pants, he quietly as he could unzipped them so he could play with it, his eyes roaming his mother's body. As always he was incredibly glad for the clear curtain, his mother showered every night after work, and every night he admired her like this, he hadn't been caught yet or even had his gaze noticed, so he had started becoming lax, he inched the door open just a bit more to give himself a clearer view, not noticing the slight squeak it made, unaware his mother could hear it even with the water running.
Derrick was about to be in a lot of trouble with his mother and had no idea of it. He didn't realize that is own strawberry blond hair, testament to his father's red and mother's blond, along with his bright blue eyes, would be visible. Also he was a tall shadow against the wall behind him, having his father's height.
She heard the timer in the kitchen go off and got up from her seat on the couch. She was making a roast with various vegetables. She put a pot holder over her had and pulled open the oven with the other. As soon as there was a small gap, the smell of the finished meal wafted through the air. She pulled the item out and sat it on top of the stove. "Sweetie! Dinners ready!" She exclaimed as she made her plate and then started on her sons. Dinners weren't the same after her and her husband broke up, they were quiet and lonely. Mostly spent in silence. She sat the plates on the table and then turned off the oven. She sat down at the table and began to eat, not even bother waiting for her son to come down.
After dinner she looked up at him, "I am going to take a shower, help your self to whatever." She was making eye contact with him, she could not help but to notice how handsome he looked tonight. 'So much like his father.. in many ways' she thought to her self as she stood up from the table. She made her way to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. Steam instantly feeling the bathroom, she left the door cracked so it wouldn't get to humid.
She began to undress her self, throwing the red dress shirt and white knee length skirt she had on earlier from work on to the floor. Leaving her in a red lacy thong and bra. She had a slender body, but curves in all the right places, her bust was a little over average, Ds to be exact and her hips were a bit wide, her legs long and lean. She had an hour glass figure and a body of a teenager, seeing as she visited the gym a bit, her log blonde hair flowing to the middle of her back. She unbuttoned the bra and revealed her big and perky breats, and then stepped out of her thong. Her body was a golden tan, luminous, and cleanly shaved. It was natural, she took care of herself. After getting completely undressed she stepped into the shower with the clear curtain and let the water begin to cascade down her body.
"end"
(my quite the post to live up to!)
A boy of 15 sat in his room playing Battlefield Bad Company 2, his team was winning and he was the top player, he excelled at everything he tried, be it games, music, or academic pursuits, he was gifted in all ways. As the round finished he heard his mother's musical voice call up dinner. A smile played his lips, he would never tell a soul but his mother was to his young mind the most beautiful woman alive and his father was an idiot for letting her go. He made his way down to have dinner with her.
The dinner itself was awkward as always, which pained him since he loved his mother's smile and laugh. He looked at her morosely as they ate, wishing he could say something to cheer her up, but still nothing came to mind. After a while he gave up and ate quietly with her. But that didn't mean he didn't feel the heat rise and try desperately not to blush or appear excited when his mother said she was going to shower. He put the dishes in the wash after she left the room then stood in the hall, waiting. Once sure that she wasn't paying attention to the door he got close and looked in through the crack.
He was rewarded with his mother just taking off her red dress top, barely stopping a moan of longing as it slid to the floor. His eyes traced her legs as she pulled off her skirt before moving up to drink in her round firm ass. He let his eyes take in the whole of her form as the bra and thong came off too, he felt his boner press uncomfortably hard into his pants, he quietly as he could unzipped them so he could play with it, his eyes roaming his mother's body. As always he was incredibly glad for the clear curtain, his mother showered every night after work, and every night he admired her like this, he hadn't been caught yet or even had his gaze noticed, so he had started becoming lax, he inched the door open just a bit more to give himself a clearer view, not noticing the slight squeak it made, unaware his mother could hear it even with the water running.
Derrick was about to be in a lot of trouble with his mother and had no idea of it. He didn't realize that is own strawberry blond hair, testament to his father's red and mother's blond, along with his bright blue eyes, would be visible. Also he was a tall shadow against the wall behind him, having his father's height.