Unfortunately, you’re interrupted by a knock on the door. You hurriedly minimise to your desktop and say “Come in.”It’s your mother, Kelly. Sh...’s 36, having had you very young due to an accidental pregnancy that turned into a blessing, or so she always says. She’s few inches shorter than you, with a curvy body that she maintains with an active yoga regime, and long dark brown hair that she’s wearing loose today. Your friends are always teasing you about having a hot mom, and you can objectively. I play it over and over in my mind... I arrive at your house early in the morning and knock on your door. You open the door and I see you standing there in a very pretty, very long dress with high heels, and I see the exposed parts of your legs covered in white nylon.I walk inside and you close and lock the door. We are both very nervous, and neither of us says a word. As if from some unseen and unheard cue, you bring your arms up and wrap them around my neck as I slide my arms around your. I'll be nice. But you still liked it,” I replied trying not to laugh. Then we kissed yet again. We switched positions to doggie style. Doggie style was becoming like a guilty pleasure of mine honestly. It was a weird position to me honestly, but I loved it. It always made me moan. “Shit Steve. I gotta stop having sex with you,” I said. Then he stopped really abruptly. “Why do we have to stop having sex? I thought it was really getting good. Why do we have to stop?” Steve asked. “Well, if we. Again the crowd died down and I went back into the stock room part again and started getting more supplies. Surprisingly, he followed me. After watching me work for a few moments, he peeked around the door to make sure no customers had arrived. Then he stepped forward nearly pinning me against the very back exit door. I gulped in a big breath of air. He seemed almost angry.He got right up next to me and then pressed his entire body up against mine. In one swift move, he buried his face in.