So, I decided to leave it at that. For the next couple of days, I was living in a 18-year-old's dream. Every afternoon I got to jerk off in my mother'...s presence, while she showed me her naked tits. I couldn't get enough of this beautiful sight and every time I came hard with a moan. My mother seemed to enjoy this little tryst of ours too. I started noticing that her nipples, while normal sized under her top when I entered the bathroom, became much larger as she started washing me. She used to. Iturned and carried on with the breakfast. I was only wearing a light cotton robe myself that finishedmid-thigh. I was completely naked underneath. The gown is white and always clings to my pert firmbreasts, following their every contour. You can normally make out my nipples as they press againstthe cloth. This was my normal attire for Saturday mornings as I was normally home alone. So, here Iwas, only a few feet from a handsome man. I was normally dressed when he came down forbreakfast and. I laughed to myself. I thought she probably wouldn’t do things with me if she were not working. If I didn’t know her better I would think she had a lover but that is so unlike her I just couldn’t believe she would. I had wondered about that earlier as I said and did not find one. Of course I could have missed it because at that time I tried to do the surveillance myself. The longer I sit here contemplating life though the more I wonder if Beulah is cheating on me. She certainly ignored me at. And with that she quicklypulled down my shorts, past my feet, and ran with them into the women'slocker room.I looked around the gym. Fortunately, everyone else had gone. Iknocked on the door to the women's locker room. "Give me back myshorts," I cried, in less than my normally masculine voice. The voicefrom inside the locker room replied, "You want them? Then come in andget them. If you're man enough, that is."So I opened the door to the women's locker room. Just as I did, I sawher put my.