I could see my mother’s pubic hair, but I could not see her pussy. She had her legs shut tight and just her fingers lightly touching herself down he...e. She kept smiling as she touched herself. It was one hell of a tease.I watched Mom warily for her reaction as I opened the slit in my pajama front, and my cock came out.Mom swiveled in her desk chair and was facing me. I flinched, thinking she was going to yell at me. She opened her legs. “Come on baby, do it. Let’s me see you do it.”I grabbed my. Sometimes her distinctive places would be visible. That kind of was turning me on at times. I could see her cleavage and then her thighs. It was a wonderful sight. I did masturbate thinking about her. But I maintained some distance as I am the landlord. After living in our home for about 6 months, one fine day I had a quarrel with my elder brother. He asked her to leave the home as he would be shifting to that part of the house.I was feeling bad about that and she was crying in front of my mom.. There was a turnip near where she sat so to demonstrate she brought the knife down in one slash cut it in two. The sign of amazement and envy on their faces was plain.As she was showing them the sharpening stone the small figure of Mother Earth fell out on to her bag and out of its wrapping. On seeing this all the women jumped back and the eyes popped on the men. It would appear that what Jane told me earlier was true, that only men carried the figure of Mother Earth. But she told them that I. ..yet..." she would begin to pace nervously, "Yet I want you like I did all that time ago." turning to face him she would say, "Can you at least answer me without that shell shocked look on your face?" He had to be dreaming, there was no way in hell that she was standing here in his apartment asking him to fuck her again or well at least offer herself to him. "Uh...what do you expect me to say Sage?" he would scoff, "I mean you just walk in here without so much as a hi or nice place and expect.