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From: "NC" <hairpinbend@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Mother's Wardrobe Part 2 (M/F, mother/son, inc)
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Date: Wed,  1 Jun 2005 17:10:04 -0400
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Mother's Wardrobe Part 2
by NC (M/F, mother/son, inc)

Well, unfortunately there wasn't much I could do. Trying to talk her into
wearing more clothes for example, would probably look awfully suspicious, so
I did what any self-respecting pervert like me, would do. I went to the
bathroom and came all over the place. As time passed by, I became obsessed.
I couldn't get her out of my mind. I even began having sexual dreams with
her. One time, I ejaculated in my sleep, for crying out loud!!! I even
started spying on her. What the hell was happening to me? Could I possibly
stoop any lower?

Apparently, yes. One night, about a month later, she was in the bathroom.
The door of course was closed. God! The thought that she was naked in there,
soaping her big ass, was driving me crazy. I desperately wanted to take a
peek. I wanted a fix, damn it! And there wasn't even a keyhole in that
fucking door! So then it hit me. What if I would just innocently open the
door, pretending that I didn't know that she was inside? These `accidents'
are not uncommon, when you share a home with someone. Worst case scenario:
she'll get a little upset, I'll apologize, and I'll close the door. No
biggie.

Yeah, that seemed like a good plan.  "OK, what the hell... let's do this!" I
thought, squared my shoulders, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

And I was rewarded. She was naked alright. Of course, I startled her (she
jumped when she saw me), but immediately, I apologized ("oh, I am sorry!!!")
and closed the door. Or at least I started to.

"No wait," my mother said, her hands sloppily covering her private parts.

"Since you are here... Can you do something with that damn scale?" she asked
me.

I entered the bathroom, looking as composed as I could (in reality, I wanted
to start opening champagnes). I mean, she was standing in the middle of the
room, c o m p l e t e l y naked. Not a stitch on. Nothing. Zip. Her one hand
was covering her pussy, the other arm stretched across her breasts. If that
was her idea of covering herself...well, I don't know... she was doing a
terrible job. Her pubic hair was peeking out from under her hand. From the
top, from the sides, from between her fingers, from everywhere! She couldn't
possibly keep that big, hairy bush hidden. Not like that! As for her attempt
to cover her large saggy breasts... well, at least the nipples weren't
showing... but everything else did. What an amazing sight!!!

In any case, I had to keep my cool. The scale was right next to her feet.
"What's wrong with it?" I asked.

"I don't know... It's a little off..." she answered.

"Alright... let me see..." I replied, squatted on the floor, and began tinkering
with it. It was an analog scale, and the needle was indeed a little off, so
I adjusted it back to zero. As I was fixing it, I kept casting cautious,
furtive glances at her naked body (from below the waist). She was standing
in front of me, with just the scale between us. One time, I even looked up
at her. She smiled at me and I awkwardly smiled back, probably looking like
the biggest dork ever.

"OK, that should it." I said after a while, and my mother stepped on it. I
cleverly remained where I was. Hey, maybe it needed further calibration! I
couldn't abandon my post! With her on the scale, I had her cunt practically
in my face. OK, so she had her hand in front of it all the time, but it was
a great sight nevertheless. God, I was so close. From that position, I had a
perfect view of her nether regions. I loved every single thing on her body.
The pale color of her skin, the stretch marks on her flabby belly, the
cellulite and the "saddlebags" on her hips, the spider veins on her legs,
spots, lines and every other nasty little shit that comes with age. For me,
all these imperfections, made her absolutely PERFECT. I swear to God...I
wanted to pull my pants down, and start beating my meat right there. But I
didn't. I was pretty cool. Surprisingly cool, given the circumstances. And
as much as I would like to stay, my job there was done. Again, I didn't want
to outstay my welcome.  A flimsy excuse to remain further, would probably
give me away. My mother thanked me and I left. But in my way out, I didn't
close the door. Not completely. I left it ajar, in the hope that she might
not notice. She didn't. I stood outside the bathroom. The view was not
ideal, but it was good enough. I saw her entering the shower. I unzipped my
pants. She turned the water on. I began jacking off.

End of part 2....
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Comments are always welcomed and appreciated.
NC

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