Mom Rouses the Pervert Within

Growing up in a home full of relatives, there were not enough rooms to meet the bodies. From when i was born until i was 7, i slept in between my older sister and mother on a queen size bed. As a young boy, you never understood what it really meant to accidently squeeze a breast or wake up with your little prick pressed up against your mother’s ass cheeks. And so it began…

The family started to move out and make lives of their own, saddening for me as i will miss them. The good news is that my sister can finally move to her own room, but little 8 year old me would still have to share a bed and room with mommy.

I would have to endure my mom changing in front of me before she went to work. Thinking i was still asleep, she would slip out of her nightie and admire herself in the mirror. she was at the time in her late 30’s, but had the face of someone much younger; her youthful looks always complimented her mature figure. Dipping into her moisturizers, she would lavish her body with sweet smelling liquids that would make her body glisten as she spread it from her breasts to her toes. i wondered why she would go to the trouble of rubbing her breasts and ass cheeks, always making sure they had the “wet” look, but at night “accidently” brushing against my mom, i would know the answer, her skin was so supple to the touch (i wish i could cream them for her).