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As you walk out the door, your mother is still a bit overwhelmed by the sensations she just felt. That was the most intense sex she has had with you since you first started fucking. She thinks back to the day your father died. She had been crying all day and you couldn't stand it any more. You had put your arm around her shoulders and hugged her tight to your chest. You may have been only 18 at the time, but you were remarkably mature for your age. You held her hand as she walked back to the car and you continued to hold her hand as she drove you both home. For a few days after the funeral, you made sure she had everything she could want. Your school had allowed you to take some time off to grieve for your dead father. You had used that time to help your mother to move on. The money from the company helped her to get her life back on track. Your assistance around the house helped her to get her mind off of her dead husband. It was the night of the sixth day after the funeral that you had come into her bedroom just as she was getting ready for bed.

As she was standing there staring off into space, she didn't see you come in the room. She was never one to shy away from nudity any way so you doubted she would have said anything even had she noticed you. That was why you typically slept naked yourself. Even your father had always slept naked. You walked up to your mother's naked body in the moonlight and wrapped your arms around her. She just snuggled into you like she did when you father held her like that. You could tell she was thinking you were your father.

"Oh Richard, I've missed this so much."

Richard was your father's name. Clearly, she was deep in thought about your deceased father and was mistaking your affection for his. You turned her slowly around and kissed her lips. It was nothing you were planning to do. You had never harbored any sort of attraction to your mother. You didn't even think of her as sexual in any way, shape, or form. If asked, you would probably have said that you just sprang forth from your mother and your father had never had sex with her. Intellectually, you knew how you had been conceived, but you had up til then refused to think of your mother as a sexual being. Now, however, you were beginning to change your opinion of your mother. You slipped your tongue down her throat as you brought her over to her bed and laid her back on it. Chucking your pajamas, you slowly climb up her body and slipped your cock inside her body. For the next hour, you and your mother made love passionately on her bed.

Your mother smiles as she shakes herself back to the present. That night was the first of many. She had not regretted a minute of it. Now she is left to take care of the house on the huge settlement from your father's former employer. The money is enough to keep you both very happy for the next 20 years, at least. Your mother wipes her hands on her blouse as she pulls off the few tiny bits of her skirt. Once she has removed the remaining bits of the skirt, her wardrobe no longer has any skirts as she simply doesn't own any. She finds them to be rather confining what with her cock always being hard and begging for attention when you are at school. Pulling open the curtains in the kitchen, your mother lets the morning sun shine on her face as she enjoys the spring weather. She walks out of the kitchen opening the curtains as she goes. She walks out to the front porch to check if any of the neighbors is up yet. Seeing no one, she walks back into the house.

As she passes through the front doorway, though, she snags her blouse sleeve on a splinters tearing her blouse sleeve almost completely off. She sighs softly and rips the sleeve the rest of the way off. She decides it makes sense to remove the other sleeve as well. Tossing the two sleeves into the trash, her blouses all are sleeveless now and forever as she likes the look. Humming to herself, your mother goes about doing the chores. Periodically, she will finger herself or stroke her cock. The pre leaking from her cock occasionally drips from her now invisible lips onto some part of her blouse. Every time this happens her blouses all lose that spot of material since they were all made with that hole. Throughout the day, your mother becomes more and more invisible as her blouses become less and less practical. By the time you get home from school, she has always been completely naked and mostly invisible. The only part of her that is still visible is her tight ass.