Will had his eyes torn between two sights. The mouth-watering Christmas dinner on the table in front of him, and his even more mouth-watering mother across the table. Dressed just like her Twin sister, they were both wearing form-fitting red sweaters, which clung to their sizable breasts. even at 42, they could pass for 10, maybe 15 years younger if they chose to.
Truth be told, he'd harbored a a bit of a crush on his hot mom for several years, which wasn't helped by her less than modest clothing around the house. The middle of 3 siblings, and the only son, he'd grown up surround by women, and became rather… aware of them early on. His mother had gotten a bit to used to life with his older sister before he came along, so she never got back into a habit of conservative dress or locking every door.
He'd had a few encounters with many of his female relatives at various points, but most vivid in his memory was of his mother at 14, in the middle of puberty. He'd walked in on her getting out of the shower, the water glistening on her smooth skin and every curve of her breasts, hips, and butt. He'd gotten a good look, her too shocked to immediately cover herself, and not rushing when it hit, worried she might traumatize him further if she freaked out over the mistake.
Back to reality, she was talking to her sister, his aunt, and he hoped she didn't catch his eyes on her tits. He could tell from how they moved in her step that she had no bra.
Truth be told, he'd harbored a a bit of a crush on his hot mom for several years, which wasn't helped by her less than modest clothing around the house. The middle of 3 siblings, and the only son, he'd grown up surround by women, and became rather… aware of them early on. His mother had gotten a bit to used to life with his older sister before he came along, so she never got back into a habit of conservative dress or locking every door.
He'd had a few encounters with many of his female relatives at various points, but most vivid in his memory was of his mother at 14, in the middle of puberty. He'd walked in on her getting out of the shower, the water glistening on her smooth skin and every curve of her breasts, hips, and butt. He'd gotten a good look, her too shocked to immediately cover herself, and not rushing when it hit, worried she might traumatize him further if she freaked out over the mistake.
Back to reality, she was talking to her sister, his aunt, and he hoped she didn't catch his eyes on her tits. He could tell from how they moved in her step that she had no bra.