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The sound of her fork hitting the plate snaps me out of it. I look up and she’s dabbing her lips with a napkin, still chewing her final bite. “Mm. Welp, I’m going to finish getting ready. You got the dishes?”
I stumble over my words a bit, “Um…yeah. I got it, mom.”
As I say this, she stands up and makes her way around the table towards me. Her hand tussles my hair, followed by a quick kiss on the top of my head.
“Thank you, sweetie! I appreciate it!”
She spins on her heel and quickly heads towards the stairs. That ass…fuck!
“Don’t forget you have clean clothes in the laundry room!” She calls from the stairs.
When I hear the upstairs floorboards creak, I let out a long, defeated sigh. My dick pulsating with every beat of my heart. I drag myself out of the nook and start collecting the plates, trying not to bang my dick head into the table.
After getting the dishes in the dishwasher, I walk into the laundry room to start grabbing clothes. Not worrying about mom walking in, I drop my shorts and start going through my options. I’m tempted to walk into the bathroom and rub one out quick, but I don’t have the time. Don’t you hate that? So, still achingly hard, I start getting dressed. As I walk back out into the kitchen, buckling my belt, I hear my mom making her way back downstairs. We meet each other in the mudroom. She finishes putting the back of her earring in.
“Ready to go, kiddo?” she asks in that sweet, gentle mom voice of hers.
I slip on my shoes and look back up as she starts doing the same, “Yep. Good to go!”
We share a cute, squinchy smile with one another. Grabbing our bags, we head out the door. After locking up, I turn around and admire my gorgeous mother for the billionth time. She’s wearing a pale pink, sleeveless blouse with a charcoal grey skirt and matching pink heels. The skirt is snug enough to really accentuate her wonderful curves and shows a generous amount of leg, too. I feel my mouth beginning to salivate…among other things I’m feeling.
Hopping in the car, she drives toward my school, all the while I’m sneaking glances at her smooth legs and the slight amount of cleavage from her blouse. Fuck! I can’t help it! With all my willpower, I break away to look out the window, watching the woods and farmland slowly transition into suburbia. With a quiet sigh, I prepare for, what I imagine will be, a very long day with many a distracting thought about my sexy MILF of a mother. Fuck…
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