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Dad's Old Laptop

... school I had planned to get my own place, probably sharing rent with one of my pals, but Mom had talked me out of it. She had said that I would be better off not having the burden of having to work part time to pay the rent. So here I was living at home with my parents, while my classmates partied and enjoyed their college experience. At least I was getting good grades, something Mom seemed proud of. "You know k**do, you got to put the knowledge in the noggin before you can do what you want with the hands," she philosophized. "I suppose," I agreed, absently staring at the swell of her 38D chest as it rose and fell. I'd done enough laundry to know what size clothes my whole f****y wore. "Martha tells me that you got more of a look at her this morning than you should have," she said, a smile spreading on her full lips. "She told you about that?" "Yeah. She said she wasn't paying attention and walked right into you. So tell me Russ, how's the old gal holding up?" I saw the twinkle in her eye and knew she was just being silly. I played along. "To tell you the truth Mom, Grandma's got one fine body. That's probably why their headboard keeps banging against my wall every morning," I chuckled nervously. I hadn't wanted to add that last part, it just popped out. "I guess Roy still has some wood in the forest after all," Mom snickered. "Well if it's all the same, I'd rather he be sawing logs instead of planting trees at seven in the morning," I grumbled. "Are you sure it's seven? ...

... Roy's usually in the kitchen getting coffee by that time of the morning, I know, he gets me my first cup about that time," her brow knitted up as she asked. "I could be wrong about the time. All I know is they hump every morning right when I'm trying to cram in a quick study session," I told her nonchalantly. Laughing lightly she said, "They're not getting any younger, so be a dear and let them have their fun. It's only for a few more weeks." "Okay, I'll just put on headphones. Anything new on the home front?" I asked changing the subject. "Not much. Other than your Dad's upcoming trip this week, everything is honky-dory," she answered pulling the brim of the hat back over her eyes. "That's what, the fourth one this year? Where's he off to this time?" I asked not really giving a shit. It wasn't like I disliked Dad, we just didn't spend much time together. "Tokyo I believe," she murmured already back into her relaxed mode. I stood and was just about to walk away when I turned back to her and said, "Tans looking good Mom." "Thanks honey. Just wish I could get away with doing this without a swimsuit. Look how pale I am under it," she said, pushing the top of the patch of material covering her groin down a fraction to emphasize her point. "I wish you could too," I thought to myself as I stared at the small strip of white skin being revealed. As small as her bottoms were, if she had pushed them down any lower I was sure I would have been able to see if she shaved her snatch or not. I ...