Wanting easier access to that glorious ass required removal of those pesky panties. Grasping the waist band with both hands and gently tugging started... the downward journey of those sheer pink panties. Slightly raised hips made for easier removal. Neither of us acknowledged this movement. Tossing aside the panties not caring where they landed because my attention was on those creamy pale mounds. Burying my face between her cheeks and nibbling, kissing and licking while also exploring every. I was mesmerized watching this alluring creature walk around in front of me with basically nothing but a band of denim around her hips."I'm glad you aren't a prude about nudity," she commented as her hands pushed her shorts to the floor. She sat down across from me, her breasts easily above the table. Her nipples peered at me like the Geico eyes in some of their advertisements. My state of mind was a mix of desire, gratitude, and desire. (Oh! I said 'desire' twice? Well, I had a lot of. At this point, Mom was scrolling through her phone absent-mindedly, laying reclined on the bed. I still hadn't seen the guy again since he left the room.Playing back the images in my head, I stroked myself hard. It was hands-down the hottest thing I had ever witnessed, even though I was fighting off the feeling of dirtiness at spying on my own mother's sexual escapades. I stifled a moan as I remembered how deep and rough Mom had gotten fucked. However, I wasn't watching my feet and I stepped. What made him even more angry though was that she talked about Georgia all the time as if she was trying to put a solid wall between them, something unbreakable that protected her. He wanted to tear that protection apart. He wanted to pounce on her, to take her just to prove that she was in danger. To prove to her that if he wanted to he could make her scream with pleasure.He entered the living room wanting to escape from all these thoughts. The stereo was on and he heard an R'n'B track that he.