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... still looked like she was a teenager. In fact, Paul's favorite picture of her was the one that showed her in competition for a beauty contest the town had sponsored maybe fifteen years be- fore. No, she'd lost little and, in fact, now looked better than ever. There were a few more pounds, but that made her hips and curves that much more exciting, and it was obvious that she'd been taking care of her- self. Whenever she took Paul with her to the health club on Sundays - f****y day - Paul's ears burned when he saw how the men looked at her. Paul's father had put in the swimming pool five years ago, just two years before the accident that took him away from them, and so Paul often had a chance to see his mother in her bathing suit. Still, it was a one piece (much like the one in the photograph he loved so much) and he wondered what was being hidden? It was obvious to see that she had great legs - long and shaped just right. She had a nearly perfect backside, the suit cut low to show somewhat pale but flawless skin. Her round ass was amazing, but it was what the suit revealed in the front that gave him many hours of masturbating fantasies. The suit was very modest, but her cleavage still managed to escape the confines and traveled up toward her neck. Those were what he wanted to see...that was the reason for this careful movement through the night in the cover of darkness. After what seemed like an hour, Paul reached the window. He moved slowly into place and found that his ...

... work on the window blinds and curtain hadn't been de- tected. He could see a good bit of the bedroom, from a portion of the bed on the right past a closet and then almost to the door of the master bathroom. What he couldn't see was his mom and for a moment he felt a panic. What if she'd taken a short shower - unlike her - and gone looking for him. The entire plan seemed crazy now and his reac- tion was to bolt and run. Just as he'd made his mind up to retreat, she walked past and cut through his field of vision. She had just come out of the shower, hair up in a towel, wearing her light blue terrycloth robe. She breezed past once and then came back into view, rubbing out her hair with the towel and running a brush through it a few times. She'd obviously managed to keep it from getting too wet in the shower, because the red hair was basically dry, hanging down past her shoulders. She turned slightly toward him now and for a moment her green eyes seemed to sweep past the window - but they didn't linger, not even for a half-second. Lisa sat down on the side of the bed and her son saw that she had a tube of something - lotion - in one hand. She stretched out one of her long legs and began slowly rubbing it, massaging in the cream. She started at her ankle and worked up, the robe opening to reveal her leg all the way up to her upper thigh. He'd seen her legs in the swimsuit before, but now, like this, they looked even more exciting. His mother continued rubbing, massaging, and then ...