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My mom's slutty side

... seem like it was barely clutching her cheeks as it seemed tightly fitted. Her bra was nothing special but the way it held her already naturally perky breasts, is what also turned me on. I had never up and till now seen mom in her lingerie, usually because I'd either be asl**p or due to her usually conservative style of clothing. She then bent down and started to slip on her pencil skirt which seemed short to me, as it was above the knee in terms in length. After sipping her skirt up, she put on this frilly buttoned up shirt and started to turn around. At which point, I quickly moved down the corridor and went into the toilet to piss. Waiting in the toilet until mom had left, I spent those minutes just fantasizing over what I had just saw. I knew mom had an amazing body but never imagined she'd be this hot. I couldn't help but imagine what she'd be like at work, my mind then turned to her possibly being flirtatious with customers at work especially after her and dad's rows. The effect of their rows usually meant weeks of not sl**ping together and being apart, and after seeing her body like this, I found it hard to believe that she wasn't sometimes sexually frustrated. With this in mind, I decided that I'd visit her in store to see what she would be like but I wouldn't go alone. My inner-fantasy for MILF's became ever apparent at this point and a large part of me couldn't help but think of how much of a turn on it would be if my thoughts about mom were true and she indeed had a ...

... sluttier side to her whilst at work. As I walked back to my room, I decided that at around 1pm, usually the busiest part of the day that I'd make my way down to the store. Having gone to bed at 7am. I woke back up 4 hours later at 11, I knew that I somehow had to plan my way in going to the store as I knew that if mom caught sight of me, then even if she were to be slutty or flirtatious, seeing me there would stop all of that. I rung up my neighbour next door, I used to call him Mr Brown when I was younger but as I grew through my late-teens, he was more comfortable in me calling him Steve. I needed an older person to come to the store with, preferably someone of mom's age that would distract her or possibly someone she would flirt with. At the same time, I needed to somehow convince Steve of going to the store with me. I decided that I'd ask Steve to drop me off due to slightly being 'unwell' and then whilst there, convince him to just come into the store. Ringing Steve and convincing him to drop me wasn't easy, as the numerous questions as to why I would even bother going if I was unwell arose. I said that it was urgent regarding f****y and that I wasn't able to get a hold of mom at work due to her phone being on silent. (which it usually was anyway during her shift) and the store line being busy (as it always was on Saturdays). At approx 12:30pm, Steve rung the doorbell and we made our way into town. Steve stopped in the parking lot outside of the store and I asked him to ...