So stupid of me.I went to the bed and waited for some time. There was only a dim light in the bedroom. I could see my beautiful mom sleeping serenely ...n the cot. I slowly placed my hands on her boobs. Mom didn’t seem to wake up. I got more courage. So I put my both hands on her both boobs and started pressing and feeling them. Mom’s breasts were soft yet firm.The lust of a son towards his mom was so intoxicating that I pressed her boobs with great force. With a startle, my mother opened her. At last he got an opening and what he saw in that split second got etched in his brain. His Uncle was caressing his mother's buttocks.This was the picture which was playing in his mind when they dropped them and reached home. On reaching his room he played back all the scenes frame by frame till he could visualize his Uncles hand caressing his mother's buttocks. With this frame etched in mind and with a hard on he slept.The next day he was woken by his mother. It was nice to see a beautiful. When she untied the string which held it together a photograph of her mother fell out. Schuh picked it up and looked at it. It suddenly hit her that she would never see her mother again; her death became a reality. Tears began to fall out of her eyes, which until that point had been a hardened barrier. At first she was silent but as her sadness grew she began to sob heavily. Peter just looked at the tears as they slid down Schuh’s smooth cheeks. He put his hand up to her face and wiped her. You are wound tight with anticipation. As my fingertips work their magic on your neck, I see your shoulders drop, surrendering to my touches. "Good girl," I whisper, knowing what those words do to you.My lips graze your earlobe before I pull you out from under the water to wash your hair. You smile watching me pour shampoo in my hands. I know how much you enjoy me washing your hair for you. My soothing caresses on your scalp make you moan. I know what you like, baby. Your eyes close as my.