My bedroom door was ajar and my mom's room was next to mine. As I was stroking my cock, I heard strange sounds coming from my mom's room. It sounded a... if she was talking and moaning. I wondered if she was having a bad dream or was in some sort of pain. I finally decided to go check on her and wake her if she was having a nightmare. Her bedroom door was half open and a reading lamp lit her bed. I opened the door carefully without making a sound. My mom was completely naked, a magazine lay open. I really wanted to fucking cum so much so i almost said to Tish i needed to go to the can but i kept thinking i may get laid tonight.i though i would pick out 1 classic 1 risqué and 1 tramp outfits. The classic one turned out to be an emerald see thru teddy plunging neckline that would show her breasts beautifully. The risqué one which i was surprised to see was a leather bustier by the look of it Tish’s breasts would sit out perfectly supported anyone looking would have been able to reach out. She stood leaning against the door jamb with her arms crossed under her breasts, which made her creamy cleavage bulge up at the opening. Her hip was thrust out, which brought my eyes down to her shapely legs. True, they were mostly covered by her skirt, but she was wearing stockings, which enhanced her shape and made them all that much more alluring to behold. My new pants kept me on edge, but in Faith’s presence I was completely hard. I met her eyes. “What do you mean?” Even to me, my voice. ”“Yes, but we don’t each much asparagus.”“But we do drink citrus fruit juices.”“And you’ll need to stop smoking.”“Not hard.”“And drink less coffee.”“That’ll be difficult ... what’s less than none?”“But we’ll have to cut out sushi and sashimi. I wonder what’s wrong with uncooked fish.”“I don’t know. But I thought her advice about telling folks was good: ‘Some women spill the beans to friends, family, and co-workers right away. Others wait until they’re in their second trimester, when their.