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Mom had been out all night with some work friends, and I'd been waiting up for her to come home.
It was past midnight, and I knew she had to be exhausted. I could hear her car pulling up outside, and I couldn't help but feel a little excited.
She'd been my fantasy for as long as I could remember. She was always so sexy, with her long, curly brown hair and her curvy body.
I loved the way she dressed, too, with her tight jeans and low-cut shirts. It made me so horny, just thinking about her.
I heard her fumbling with her keys at the door, and I got up to greet her.
When she came in, she looked tired and a little drunk. Her hair was messy, and her cheeks were flushed.
"Hey, honey," she said, smiling. "What are you doing up so late?"
"Just wanted to make sure you got home safely," I replied, giving her a hug.
She laughed. "I'm a big girl, you know. I can take care of myself."
"I know, but you had a lot to drink. I thought you might need some help."
She raised an eyebrow. "Were you worried about me?"
"A little bit," I admitted.
"Well, thank you. You're such a good son."
She headed towards her room, and I followed her. She started to take off her shirt, and I couldn't help but stare.
Her breasts were huge, and I could see her nipples poking through her bra.
She was so drunk, she didn't even notice that her 18-year-old son was checking her out.
As she took off her pants, I noticed that she had a big wet spot on her panties. It turned me on, seeing her soaking wet.
I was getting hard, and I couldn't stop myself from reaching down and touching my cock.
She quickly turned out the light and got into bed. But I couldn't stop thinking about her naked body.
Reluctantly, I returned to my room, still rubbing my dick through my pants.
But I couldn't stop thinking about her.
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