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Chapter 23 by fantaghiro

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pulled out some polish and began painting his toenails.

Randall put his feet up on the coffee table and began painting his toes with some of your mom's bright pink polish. He did it so nonchalantly that you couldn't help but be distracted. You tried to focus on the show but your attention kept switching back to Randall. He demonstrated a surprising expertise, doing as well as your mom. You guessed that he had been practicing to develop the skill - along with hair and makeup, he had got to the point where he could imitate your mom's style very well. "I guess he had to... spending all that time with Rebecca and your mom's other friends," you thought to yourself.

Even more surprisingly, though, was his apparent interest in the show. He acted like quite the fan, rating the dancers and commenting on the women's outfits. It wasn't exactly like being with your mother but it was remarkably close - you only noticed differences if you nit-picked.

And you couldn't be sure that some of those differences weren't intentional. You didn't know if Randall was intentionally teasing you or if he just hadn't quite mastered your mom's feminine modesty, but he flashed you several times as he painted his nails. Your mom might sit with you in a robe to watch tv occasionally, but she would have worn something more underneath. Randall must have found your mom's skimpiest nightgown (or perhaps bought it on his on). The one he was wearing was completely sheer, hiding nothing - and so low cut that his breasts were spilling out the top.

He only gave you an sporadic view when he lifted a leg or let the front of the robe hang open slightly too wide, but your penis twitched at every peak. By the time you finished the show and went up to your room, you had a raging boner and your hormones and emotions were a jumbled mess. On the surface you had spend the evening with your mom as you used to, and that brought up a well-spring of memories. On the other hand, your earlier session with Randall and the subsequent conversation put a spin on all your interactions, so that you couldn't help but see sexual undertones in his behavior - whether or not it was intentional.

You were conflicted with guilt over feeling such lust for your mother. But eventually your arousal won out and you jacked off to mental images of your mom stripping off her robe to show you her lingerie-clad body.

The next week....

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