I gave her a glass of juice and showed her around, including a peek into my bedroom. She liked the art.“Go lie down on your stomach,” she said, pu...tting her glass on my side table. “I’ll massage your legs. I’m serious about what I think you can do on a racing pace, but you aren’t used to the distance or the speed. I’ll make sure you don’t cramp.” I looked at her, trying to see if there was anything devious in her intent. I couldn’t detect anything and stretched out.Livy’s first stroke down my. "It was, I can't help it mommy. You are so beautiful. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't help myself. I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me for trying to help you." Oh, honey, I don't hate you. I know you DID save me. Without you, I was only minutes from freezing to death out there. I am only worried that you have been traumatized by, by seeing me naked, by touching me and knowing me differently than most k**s know their moms." Mom, I am 18. I've lived in this house with you for 18 years. We've. I spied through the door and saw her come out of the shower completely nude and gorgeous. To this day I still can't get the image out of my head. That perfect 37 year old body, with those perfect breasts, amazing pussy and ass. There they were just staring at me. I stared at her for a long time, drying off, rubbing those gorgeous tits and putting her bra on. I got caught doing it and she had a talk with me saying it's okay but don't do it again. Throughout the years after I would always spy on. Sierra normally blew these opportunities off but tonight was different. If she didn’t start feeling like something besides the woman with the kids and groceries in the car, she was going to start losing her mind. So as soon as the kids were fed and bathed and Colt was situated in front of the TV with his beer and his remote, Sierra got dressed. She took great pains about what to wear: Her best pair of Wranglers, freshly shined and polished Tony Lama’s, a low cut white cotton sleeveless shirt,.