I stared at her jiggly buttcheeks as she was reading and listening to the music, I wasn’t sure whether she was wearing any panties underneath or… I stared as if by staring at them they will dissappear and my underwear would appear, but that magic didn’t happen. at the point my mind was clear. the line from my obliques to my back; when I was working out in the highschool obliques were #1 muscle to attack, I loved any exercise that would hit them and make them burn, and that’s probably one of the reasons I lost my virginity with 15, cause what turns on an average teengirl more than teenage boy with “ripped abs” and pretty face. We just stared at one another. at the point my mind was clear. It’s mom we’re talking about. She was lying on her stomach reading some magazine of hers about fashion or whatever, her light brown hair was pulled into two ponytails; her ass wasn’t fully covered by that shorts and she wiggled it in the rhytm of the music which had a hypnotising effect on me. I didn’t drink
