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My mother had always been a very attractive woman. But now that she'd started getting back into the dating scene, she was making even more of an effort. Her hair, makeup, and clothes were always impeccable. She was dressing more sexy and wearing more revealing outfits, flaunting her beauty every chance she got.
I don't know if that was the intended effect or not, but it was driving me crazy. I couldn't help but check her out whenever she was in the room. Her body, her ass, her breasts, her legs.
"How do I look, son?" She asked, twirling around in front of me. She had another date with some lawyer or something. I can never keep track. She was wearing a stunning red dress with a very low cut top and I could see so much cleavage she may as well not been wearing it at all.
"You look great, Mom." I told her, trying my best not to stare at her chest.
"Thanks sweetie." she said.
I knew she was fishing for compliments. But this was my own mother we were talking about. It was wrong to think of her that way. Still I couldn't help myself. The more I watched her, the more I thought about her.
I had just turned 19 and she was still a very attractive woman. Her skin was smooth and flawless. She had long, flowing red hair that fell down her back. Her eyes were green and piercing. She had a beautiful smile that could light up a room. Her lips were soft and full and her red lipstick was perfectly applied. Her face was gorgeous. It was almost angelic.
Not only that, but her breasts were absolutely perfect. She was only in her mid forties and had taken good care of her body.
I just wanted to reach out and touch them - not unlike a curious kitten.
As she walked away, I had to readjust my pants to conceal my growing erection. I couldn't believe I was getting turned on by thinking about my mother's body. I tried to shake the thought out of my head.
A few minutes later, I heard her new boyfriend drive up - probably in a fancy car - collect my mom and slip off into the night.