I was Conflicted …

As I stood there listening to my mother, I couldn’t help but getting Hard, my whole self wanted …. No, Needed to have something visual as well.

I barely grasped the doorknob and found that it was not locked, as I quietly and cautiously turned the knob, the door to my dreams slowly opened.

When the door was open wide enough. I graciously slid through to the other side and then quietly closed the door back to its original position.

As I cautiously move slowly and without a sound, I reach the opposite side of the room and slowly rise enough to properly see mother moving her hand under the covers, one hand on her slathered sweaty breasts and the other hand pistoling back and forth between her raised bedsheet covered legs, all the while moaning and grunting.

I couldn’t help but cum extremely Hard simply from her visual and vocal and emotional excitement, I wished that I could stay and become as one with my mother, Yet I knew that there would be a time that it would eventually come.

So I quietly and Graciously backed out of her bedroom.