Chapter 845 Mom Does Anything:>15
- I had stopped as soon as I had entered the kitchen, and my eyes slid from Mom to the table, where her striped pajama pants lay neatly folded atop her pajama shirt, along with a white, half-cup bra made of transparent threads. My cock thickened. The swelling was so tangible that I felt every blood vessel in my shaft expand until my thickness throbbed from root to tip.
- "Morning," Mom said, not looking up from her coffee and paper.
- "Morning," I said, my voice breaking like a kid's going through puberty.