"Morning slugger." Linda said as she passed her son in the hallway.
She looked like a 39 year old Katy Perry, but with a shapelier figure and enormous breasts.
Linda had just come from the bathroom...a tiny white towel draped around her voluptuous body.
Bobby's eyes followed the sway of her meaty buttocks...barley covered as she pranced into her bedroom.
Drawn like a magnet he moved to her doorway...just in time to see the towel fall to the floor.
Spotting her son in the doorway Linda put her hands on her hips...her big bobbling pear-shaped breasts ballooning outward. She fed him a look that was stern but not angry.
"Bobby!" She whispered in a cute little mommy-tone, glancing towards the master bath where her husband could be heard preparing for work.
Giving her son a silent scold, yet with a hint of a smile Linda closed the bedroom door.
Oh the poor baby...he must be crazy horny...sneaking up on me like that. Damn though, if his father had come out of the bathroom and caught him gazing at my nudity we would have both had some explaining to do. It's not that I have a problem with Bobby seeing me naked...it's just that...well, I don't think my husband would quite understand. Linda thought.
Bobby retreated to his room. Like most 18 year olds, he was fascinated with the bodies of middle-aged women. It didn't help that his mom was being so free with her figure around him lately. Since he had turned 18 it seemed like every time he turned around she was half-naked. He rubbed the newly formed bulge under his short.
Holy shit, Mom has the biggest tits I've ever seen. Just like the girls in those Juggs magazines. This is the second time now I've seen her like this and once again she didn't really seem all that mad at me.
A little while later he heard his parents coming out of the master suite. His dad continued downstairs but Linda stepped into Bobby's bedroom.
"This room is a disaster, mister. I certainly hope you plan on cleaning today." She said.
Bobby took a second to answer as his eyes traveled up and down his mom's body. Her long shapely legs were crowned by a short polyester mini-skirt and her big breasts were packed inside a thin cashmere sweater.
"Yeah, uh...I'll clean it tonight." Bobby muttered.
"Oh and I'm washing my delicates today. I'm gonna need all my panties back in my hamper before you leave okay, sweetie." She said.
"Panties?" Bobby asked.
Linda stepped over to his bed and pulled a pair of her black sheer bikini panties out from under his pillow.
"Yes, panties." She said with a little smile.
A stream of fresh cock-cream began to run from the panties down her forearm.
"Bobby." She said, again not angrily and with a hint of amusement.
"Sorry mom." Bobby giggled.
"No you're not." She said teasingly.
Bobby watched as she tried her best to wipe her arm.
Oh my God this semen is still warm...and there's so much of it. Surely this can't be from one orgasm, can it? She thought.
"Some girls would just lick it up and swallow it." He joked.
"Yeah, well I'm not "some girl," I'm your mother and I certainly don't need the taste of your sperm on my tongue when I kiss your father goodbye this morning." She said.
