Chapter 7: My Mother Andrea

I looked at my mom, despite her insistence on watching a film together, she was apparently asleep now. My mom was 49 years old and she was really a milf. Her black hair was smooth and playful and reached just below her shoulders. Her skin was browner tinted than us, because of the many travels she had done when she was younger. She had a normal posture for a woman her age, a little wider at the hips, a nice ass, strong tights, and a pair of large breasts, D cup at least. My mother was laying down under a blanket with her head resting on the side of the big chair. Slowly I rolled over to her. My mother looked tired. She worked hard to keep us as a family floating. She had a job as a secretary at a modeling agency. I always appreciated how hard she worked after Dad died. When I was sitting in front of my mother I looked at her face. Stared at the way it curved. I looked around to see if we were alone, and wondering if I should follow the naughty thought I had.