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Subject: {ASSM} Mother's Wardrobe Part 3.2 (M/F, mother/son, inc)
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Mother's Wardrobe 3.2
by NC (M/F, mother/son, inc)

"So, what do you think?"

I looked at her bare, curvaceous body.  For the first time, I could
appreciate it in its complete, uncut, and uncensored glory. No annoying
underwear, no hands... no nothing.  I glanced over her shapely legs, before my
gaze became fixed on her shamelessly exposed pussy. It was so fucking
hairy!!! I doubt if she had ever used a razor in her life. I lifted my eyes
and looked at her saggy breasts, hanging down heavily. They seemed so doughy
and juicy. My dick lurched at the thought of touching them. Her red nipples
were as big as grapes and the skin around her areolas, seemed to have a kind
of a transparent quality, with some bluish veins showing from underneath.

I lifted my eyes more. Yikes!!! She was staring at me.

"So?" she asked me.

 "Um... so what?" I asked.

She raised her eyebrows. "This?" she said, looking at a brown coat next to
her.

"Oh right... what about it?" I asked.

"Should I keep it or not?"

"Um... I don't know...It seems... nice!"

She thought about it for a while and put it back in the closet.

"Shit!!! Don't stare you idiot!" I said to myself.

By the way, let me describe you that part of the room for a second. I was
sitting in her bed. Right in front of me, there was a built-in closet. The
distance between the bed and the closet, was 4-5 feet. My mother was
standing in front of that closet, moving clothes in and out of it.

Most of the time, she had her back turned to me, which was great because I
had an amazing view of her huge, cellulite-covered, pimple-dotted, ass. The
best part was when she stooped, to get clothes off the floor. Honestly! She
bent down for a few seconds, legs shoulder-width apart. Her greasy, oversize
ass cheeks parted slightly and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Have
you ever seen a clematis rambling over a wall? That's what her hairy bush
reminded me of. The entire length of her spacious crack was hairy and
underneath this dense fur, her meaty pussy lips and big ass hole beckoned.

Fuck!!! Had she ANY idea, what she was doing to me? Could she possibly be so
naive and innocent? I wanted to give her a lesson, for being such a
shameless prick-tease!  That inordinately big butt of hers could sure use a
good spanking!

Well, I didn't spank her, but at least I had the chance to touch her massive
ass, a little later.  She made a plaintive comment, about how come even
relatively new clothes, don't fit her anymore and I got my chance. I gave
her a playful cuff on the butt, saying something like "maybe if you cut down
on sweets!" Hey, she didn't seem to mind! She narrowed her eyes and gave me
a strange, inscrutable smile. She seemed more amused than annoyed. What the
hell! Since she was behaving like everything was normal, I decided to behave
accordingly.

So, that's more or less how the next hour was spent. I was pretending I was
helping her, when I was actually ogling her. Ah, I almost forgot! At some
point she tried on a few pairs of shoes... one of them high heeled. Can you
imagine her, walking carefree up and down the room, with nothing else on,
but a pair of black high heels? Her pendulous breasts were swaying
innocently in each step, her thick hips wiggling... I am telling you...my poor
befuddled brain couldn't take it anymore.

By the time we finished (we filled a box with clothes and shoes), I had
totally lost it. I was completely overcome by incestuous lust. On my way
out, my mother thanked me with a kiss. Bad idea. I pulled her close to me.
She didn't get it at first. It looked like an innocent hug. That was before
my attempt to kiss her on the mouth. Immediately, she tried to pull back,
but I wouldn't let her. I stuck my tongue deep inside her mouth and run my
hand over her hairy pussy (my other one, wrapped tightly around her waist).

"Noooooo!" she said, and with a strong push, she broke free from my hold.

"What are you doing?" she asked me, covering herself with her hands again.
Her shock was writ large in her face.

"I...I...I am sorry...I thought... "

"You thought what? Oh my God!!! I think you should leave... NOW."

I tried to apologize. She didn't let me. "GO!" she said in a loud voice.

I hung my head in shame and left. She shut the door.

End of Part 3...
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Comments are always welcomed and appreciated.
NC

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