Moms Secret Ass Fucker

Moms Secret Ass Fucker

I am seventeen years old and out of school for the summer. Dad helped me get a good paying job on a construction crew. I wanted a car but dad wanted me to earn it myself. I had to save enough money to pay for my own insurance too. Dad said that if he gave me a car that I wouldn’t appreciate it, but that if I bought it myself that I would. I had the car already picked out too. That’s why I was so depressed when the boss sent me home early today. Sure I had screwed up today but not as bad as some of the other guys have in the past. The boss told me that he was doing this to teach me a lesson. Some lesson! It would just take me longer to earn my car now. I figured that I could buy the car and insurance a whole week before school started but not with these delays like this.

My mother is thirty-nine years old and a real beauty. She is a tall statuesque woman. She used to be a runway model in New York City before she married dad. At five feet ten inches tall and a hundred and thirty pounds she sure turns heads. She works out, watches her weight, and looks her best at all times. Lately I have noticed a change in her attire. She has been wearing her skirts shorter, her blouses show more cleavage, and her blue jeans look like they were painted on. She even struts as she walks to get more attention from strangers. I have watched the guys in the mall when mom walks down the corridor.

I was kind of depressed and very quiet on the way home and I just wanted to vegetate in the backyard. I went around the house and entered the backyard by the side gate. It creeks ever so slightly but it does creek when you open it. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Mom lying on her pad sunning her back. I knew that Mom had a tiny string bikini but I had never seen her in it on her until now.