I see her laughing and blushing a bit and i`m thinking to myself "omg that guy is hitting on my mom, what the heck?". And with watching u talking more...and more with her i start to realize that she is starting to flirt with you. "omg my mom is a slut, how can she do such a thing" i`m thinking to myself, i just keep watching as u get closer to her more and more and keep on talking to her, weirdly enough i start to take pics again. And suddenly i see ur hand moving up her tigh, my heart stopped. It was Friday night/early Saturday morning; I didn't have anything going on, but I still didn't care to wake up at noon. I resigned myself to sleep, secretly wishing on the inside, but losing hope quickly. Nah, it'll never happen. As I woke up the next morning, I felt someone shake me on the shoulder lightly. Five more minutes, Casey. It wasn't until then that I remembered that Casey, my sister, was on a business trip in Colorado for a week, and opened my eyes to find myself looking at a woman. “Plus, I don’t think they would fit me." I winked at her.“Oh, you are bad, Jack,” she said, giggling. “Now get over here and cuddle with me. We are going to watch Killers with Ashton Kutcher and Katherine Heigl. It’s a romantic action-comedy… I hope you don’t mind.”I shook my head and climbed into the bed. Ashleigh snuggled right up into me, resting her head onto my chest. She had changed into a pair of short black shorts with an extremely skin-tight yellow tank top. I rested one of my arms on. I continued to stare, moving closer to the window pane, and stood transfixed as the young man began to fondle himself. As he did, he turned to the side giving me a side on view of his now very firm and lengthy hard-on.He moved from side to side looking straight ahead, I soon guessed that he was admiring himself in a mirror. I watched as my arousal grew. In the dark of my bedroom I slid my pyjamas off and caressed my tender erect nipples, my eyes never left the perfect view across the way. My.