AaronTraugott
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Aaron missed his mom. She had gone back to work only a couple months ago and already he was starting to feel the separation. There was no one to greet him when he got home from school, no one to clean up after him, and no one to make him dinner. More importantly, he missed watching her do all those things too.
His mom is what his friends called a MILF, and she played the part. She always wore skimpy outfits when his friends came over, and that was often. She loved to host pool parties so she could wear her skimpy bikinis around the house. She always seemed to be dropping things in front of them so she would have to bend over and pick them up. She was nothing but a constant flirt, and she enjoyed the attention his friends lavished on her. Aaron wasn’t sure if it made her feel younger or what, but he used to hate it.
That is, until he got older. Over time he slowly began to recognize how sexy she really was. He would notice things that he hadn’t before, like how long her legs looked in high heels, or the extra amount of cleavage she would flash accidentally when wearing her loose fitting robe.
It eventually became an obsession with him. Trying to catch a glimpse of her by peeking under the gap in the bathroom door or walking in on her accidentally when she was getting dressed in the morning were some of his favorites past-times. Whenever she was wearing a low cut shirt, he loved get a face full of cleavage by rudely reaching across the dinner table, and consequently her, to get the salt. Small little teases like that fueled his imagination enough to help him get off to her later that evening.
Now, however, those days were behind him and he spent his days lying around the house after school regretting that he hadn’t pursued his fantasies further. By the time she got home from work she was too exhausted to do anything but go to bed. He rarely got to see, or lust, after her anymore.
His mom is what his friends called a MILF, and she played the part. She always wore skimpy outfits when his friends came over, and that was often. She loved to host pool parties so she could wear her skimpy bikinis around the house. She always seemed to be dropping things in front of them so she would have to bend over and pick them up. She was nothing but a constant flirt, and she enjoyed the attention his friends lavished on her. Aaron wasn’t sure if it made her feel younger or what, but he used to hate it.
That is, until he got older. Over time he slowly began to recognize how sexy she really was. He would notice things that he hadn’t before, like how long her legs looked in high heels, or the extra amount of cleavage she would flash accidentally when wearing her loose fitting robe.
It eventually became an obsession with him. Trying to catch a glimpse of her by peeking under the gap in the bathroom door or walking in on her accidentally when she was getting dressed in the morning were some of his favorites past-times. Whenever she was wearing a low cut shirt, he loved get a face full of cleavage by rudely reaching across the dinner table, and consequently her, to get the salt. Small little teases like that fueled his imagination enough to help him get off to her later that evening.
Now, however, those days were behind him and he spent his days lying around the house after school regretting that he hadn’t pursued his fantasies further. By the time she got home from work she was too exhausted to do anything but go to bed. He rarely got to see, or lust, after her anymore.