Mom was in the living room, wearing an outfit that I'd never seen her in

Mom was in the living room, wearing an outfit that I'd never seen her in. Her clothes looked new, and they could have been. She could have bought them yesterday. It's not like we spent twenty-four hours a day together. She had gathered her long, flaxen hair into a bun, one of those where the hair swirls about itself with neither a beginning nor an ending. She had donned a gray cotton house shirt that hugged her body and molded to her breasts, emphasizing their softness and shape while detailing her small waist and long, graceful arms. While the shirt had caught my attention, it was her shorts that had made my heart shift into a higher gear yet again. These were dance shorts, and I knew my mother had danced once upon a time, mainly from through college, and then just for fun. They were black and small and high-tied along her sides so that they angled downward from her hips to her crotch and her ass. They had loose leg holes, and because of their smallness, I could see the hint of my mother's ass cheeks, their very bottoms. Just a line of them, but that was enough to get my pecker going. Wow. From that line, her long legs, with a hint of muscle curving her thighs and hamstrings, descended into her calves and down into her tennis shoes, where I could see the white rims of her ankle socks. Her legs looked longer than normal--and they were already long--but that was because her shorts rode upward toward her hips. me, but my mother's swan-like body looked yummy
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Mom was in the living room
,
wearing an outfit that I'd never seen her in
.
Her clothes looked new
,
and they could have been
.
She could have bought them yesterday
.
It's not like we spent twenty-four hours a day together
.
She had gathered her long
,
flaxen hair into a bun
,
one of those where the hair swirls about itself with neither a beginning nor an ending
.
She had donned a gray cotton house shirt that hugged her body and molded to her breasts
,
emphasizing their softness and shape while detailing her small waist and long
,
graceful arms
.
While the shirt had caught my attention
,
it was her shorts that had made my heart shift into a higher gear yet again
.
These were dance shorts
,
and I knew my mother had danced once upon a time
,
mainly from through college
,
and then just for fun
.
They were black and small and high-tied along her sides so that they angled downward from her hips to her crotch and her ass
.
They had loose leg holes
,
and because of their smallness
,
I could see the hint of my mother's ass cheeks
,
their very bottoms
.
Just a line of them
,
but that was enough to get my pecker going
.
Wow
.
From that line
,
her long legs
,
with a hint of muscle curving her thighs and hamstrings
,
descended into her calves and down into her tennis shoes
,
where I could see the white rims of her ankle socks
.
Her legs looked longer than normal--and they were already long--but that was because her shorts rode upward toward her hips
.
me
,
but my mother's swan-like body looked yummy
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