She threw up, partially on thefloor, partially on her own chest. We watched as she was trying to clean herselfas best as she could, using only her bar... hands and tongue. It was all shehad. Mike was laughing, commenting at how pathetic she looked as she sobbedand spat. No one came to clean it, the puke was left on the floor. Karen movedas far away from it as she could and sat herself up against the wall, stillcrying. Hours passed as the crying subsided into shallow sighs and then stopped.She. Completely nude, I entered the bathroom and opened the shower door. My mother jumped when she saw me. My rock hard cock pointed directly up at her. This was the first time that she had truly seen me in the nude as well."Well, hello, baby boy," she said, inviting me in with a hand gesture."Hello, slut," I said, moving into the shower and against her body aggressively. I pushed her against the wall and pressed my mouth to hers. My tongue burst into her mouth and I felt the tip of my cock pressing. I went in and closed the door. She turned her back to me. I went to her and smelled the flowers in her hair. She smelled heavenly. I put my hands on her shoulder and turned her so that she was facing me. I lifted her chin to look at her face more closely like a lover rather than a son. I could lines on her face, I could see the age, but for me she looked like my heroine. Her age was the attraction for me. I bent my lips to hers. She offered her lips to me. I touched her lips with mine and she. I was shocked and started thinking about whether this really happens. I closed the windows and door of my bedroom, opened my pant zip, and started masturbating. I started watching some mother-son videos. The mother was twerking, her ass in that video. (Twerking is dancing to popular music in a sexually provocative manner involving thrusting hip movements and a low, squatting stance.)Suddenly, my mom came from behind and caught me masturbating.Mom: What is going on?Me: Nothing, what’s up?Mom:.