n – Son, you can look, but don't touch
I'd been dreaming of Mom's warm, snug lips for some time. Entering her room for my daily pillage of her panties, I was shocked to find her there. Not just there, but in a state of undress, reading on her iPad. She didn't seem to be surprised to see me. The bed covers were around her waist, and although she had some panties on, they could hardly be said to cover her soft muff. She said not a word, so took this as permission to gaze on her sex, and I ventured closer . . . .