Once it was done and she was on her own I did my best to be ‘the man of the house’ and became quite protective of her. To be honest she was the same with me, lots of hugs, I guess we were trying to reassure each other that everything was going to be ok. We certainly became closer because of it. The one complication here is that my mother - Julie – is a seriously attractive woman. Clever (PA to a shit hot barrister), funny, outgoing and best of all curvy in all the right places. She’s a 38DD (is there any guy that doesn’t check out his mom’s bra size?). She came to terms with her divorce and started dating again, some men lasting longer than others but no one that looked like a long-term prospect. I’m sure there were times when she just wanted sex. That may seem presumptuous but living with her it was pretty clear that she has a high sex drive. As I said, japan I can’t be the only one to check out his mother’s undie draw and my moms was quite illuminating. As the years passed after the divorce her ‘special’ draw became filled with sexy lingerie - crotchless knickers, peephole bras, stockings, corsets, suspender belts and some naughty pics that must have been taken by other men over the years. Then there was her growing collection of sex toys and the fact that I could hear her using them at night – and sometimes first thing in the morning! She still liked a hug and we would often snuggle down on the sofa together to watch TV after she had showered and in her robe. So there I am, 18 and six foot two, fully grown and a man in every way and I’m lying on a sofa with a sexy woman naked apart from a bathrobe. Would you not get a hard on? I certainly did and I’m sure she knew it. At first I was embarrassed and tried to hide it but it didn’t seem to bother her – in fact I’m sure she used to wiggle her bum against it deliberately. On those nights I was sure to hear her playing with her toys almost as soon as the bedroom door was closed. I honestly began to get the feeling that she like having a horny young man around the house and if I hadn’t been her son then who knows what would have happened. This was made clear to me one night when, whilst we were on the sofa, I fell asleep and woke up to find her hand on my cock. I just stayed silent as her fingers traced the outline and stroked my knob. Obviously it started to grow and she stopped but it was clear from then that part of her thought of me as her loving son but another part thought of me as a sexy (well, I hope!) young man. Mom doesn’t seem to mind me bringing girls home and when I do take a girl to my room when she was there I make sure I pull out all the stops Hardcore to ensure that the girl enjoys herself and makes as much noise as possible. I love the idea of her listening to me in the same way that I listened to her, asian I hoped that she was as turned on by the situation as I was. Despite all this and all the touching and holding I didn’t’ think anything would ever happen between us until one night a couple of months ago, just before my 19th birthday, when my world was turned upside down japanese – in a good way! As I said earlier, we often used to lie on the sofa together and watch TV. This particular evening I was as horny as hell for some reason and when she had showered and had just her bathrobe on I suggested a film and patted the sofa next to me. Soon we porn were cuddling up together just as we have done for ages. She looked so beautiful next to me, so sexy and desirable that when she dozed off I couldn’t help myself, I worked my hand inside her bathrobe and was soon stroking her nipples and those gorgeous boobs. “Alexis!” I shouted, my mind groggy. "Well, well, well...are you two a lesbian couple?" “Oh MY God, Mom, he did it with you, too.” I tickled the tip of her clit with the tip porn of my tongue just as I pushed Hardcore asian two fingers into her. Clint owned a collection of Bluetooth controlled sex toys. I pulled it out from under her. “Okay. Just stand before her, get your dick out, give her a few faceslabs and tell her to suck you or you will cut off her tits!' But you can't depend on me. You can't stay japanese with me. You'll get fed up of me anyway over time because of our age gap and I don't get younger. Those first and last weeks japan of a woman's cycle are called her 'safe times.'" She attempted to escape with her own power, but her Channel would not respond; it was as if her Shroud was blocking her ability to use sorcery altogether.