Telling her not to go to Boston was out of the question--those of you who have ever tried to tell a teenager not to do anything understand what I mean... I couldn't tell her to go either; no matter how much part of me wanted her up there, the rest of me cared too much for her to have her leave behind all she had here for me.As I was moving into my new Boston apartment the next day, I came to the conclusion that doing nothing was the best thing to do. After all, Maddie's an intelligent girl.. .. my eyesLookingDeeplyInto my eyesIt feels very nice to stareDeeplyInto my eyesJust lookingThe way they swirl and spinThe way they draw your attentionThe way they capture your attention.It's so nice to keep lookingKeep lookingKeep listeningAs they work their magic on your mindSlowly and truly...SlowlyAnd trulySlowly and truly they are beginning to work their magic on your mind.Just stare into them...And take deep breathsSlow deep breathsTaking slow deep breaths while staring into my. Well we both dressed and paid for our items and left the store. By now I was feeling very naughty and a bit horny, not that I was going to do anything about it but it had turned out to be a very nice shopping experience.Then as we walked and commented about a conversation we had in the Hoboken bar, one thing we had chatted about was a thong. He had said how sexy they were but that his wife didn't wear them and I had mentioned that I didn't have any since my husband didn't seem to like them. So. The first one showed my mom spreading her cheeks apart, revealing her tight asshole and pink pussy. Her nails had been meticulously decorated in a red, white, and blue pattern, signifying her country of origin. The caption underneath read, “Whichever hole you choose, they are both delicious!”Okay, I’m not going to deny that my mouth didn’t flood with saliva, because it did. I’m still a man even though I’m her son.The next pictures displayed my mom resting on her back, pulling her cheeks apart,.