You know, with me having to watch you do reps with weights and all that. Let me worry about that. Her anus felt incredibly tight, and she only felt tighter once I pushed my way down her rectal canal. Each time, she made a small noise which expressed her arousal. When we had dinner that night, she wore a much smaller shirt than what she would normally wear and seemed a little more flirtatious than usual, almost as if to tease me for being attracted to my own mother’s body. “Of course I do,” I told her. She let out a small gasp and rubbed the back of my head to show her approval from my breastfeeding of her. But on that day, I came home from school and noticed a new shopping bag sitting on her bed as I walked by her room. “You get better results that way.”
“Hold on a second, this sweater is killing me.”
My mother casually turned around to pull her thin sweater off and placed it neatly on a nearby table.
