I opened the door, and Mom was wearing a short dress and blouse that accentuated her body to the extreme. 'Uh, yeah, just a second, Mom!' I squeaked as I tried as hard as possible to ignore the fact I was about to talk to the person I had just imagined fucking. I grabbed a towel and put around my waist. 'FUCK!' I though as I ripped my pants off, threw my shirt on the floor and threw the tissue in the trash. I had just blown a huge load into a tissue when I heard a knock on my door. I waited about five minutes before I was sure she had gone downstairs so I could jerk off to the memory of my mom's sweet ass. My heart froze and I (nonchalantly as possible) made like I was just passing by the door of the bathroom. My hand gravitated toward it and I started stroking myself. The towel was only long enough to cover the upper half of her ass, and man, I took one look and just couldn't believe that ass belonged to my mom.
Mom was getting out of the shower and I could see her checking herself out with her towel around her breasts. I'll tell you about something that happened to me when I was 18 and still living at home.
Wow! My mom is one perverted little woman.
