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Mom Cleans House

... guessed the size to be around six or seven inches long. "Whoa, that's one powerful looking tool you got there Mom," I silently thought to myself, before quickly replacing it and closing the lid on the suitcase. The smell of frying bacon hit my nostrils as soon as I reached the kitchen, causing my stomach to rumble with anticipation. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until now. Hearing my approach she glanced over her shoulder and said, "I couldn't save the eggs, so I'm making you a proper breakfast. Sit down, it will be ready soon." I sat at the small dining table; hands propped under my chin, and silently watched her. She was wearing a sleeveless pink floral print dress that ended just above her knees, with a row of buttons running down the full length of the front. Even though the dress fit her frame loosely I could still make out the round globes of her ass when she moved. It was just like being back at the farm during my pervert stage; a stage I apparently haven't fully outgrown. Right as she was placing the food on two plates I told her that I thought about hanging her clothes up. Her hands stopped moving and I could see her tense up. Without turning around she asked, "You didn't open my suitcase did you?" "No," I lied. "I figured you would want to do that." "Yes. Besides, I can't have my son looking at this old Mother's delicates, now can I." "You're only forty-six Mom, far from being old," I complimented her. Relaxed, she picked the plates up and carried them to the ...

... table. She had to lean over slightly to hand me mine, the loose neckline on her dress dipped down giving me a look at her freckle covered cleavage. It was just enough to tell she wasn't wearing a bra. I wasn't able to see her nipples but did find out she had on a white lace-topped slip under her dress. My cock began to tingle as we ate. It was while we put the washed plates away in the cupboard that mom complained how high the shelves were. For me that was no problem, although I had to admit that the top ones were up there a ways. Going to a broom closet built into the wall I pulled out a three-step kitchen stool, opened it up and placed it directly in front of the counter by the cupboard. "This was here when I moved in. I guess the owners knew my mother was a short shit," I told her with a smug grin on my face. She slapped me on the ass and told me I was rotten. After laughing hysterically I gave her the guided tour, making sure she knew the tub had a shower also. When I showed her the office she noticed the couch and said she would fit better on it, so I should take the bed. After repeatedly telling her it was fine she gave up. We got to her room and I watched as she took in the sparseness of it. There was a queen bed, small dresser, a nightstand with a lamp on it by the bed and a cluttered closet. I don't think she was too impressed. "What would you like to do today, Mom?" "Oh honey, if it's okay with you I would like to just stay in. Maybe watch the idiot box and relax. ...