AUA: Ask her to do something she'd never do
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| - | "Um, | + | "Um, Mom... can you take your clothes off?" You ask, nervously. |
| - | "Oh my god, sweetie! Um... well... I suppose I have to. But, dammit, Adam! Why would you want to see your own mother...?" She trails off | + | "Oh my god, sweetie! Um... well... I suppose I have to. But, dammit, Adam! Why would you want to see your own mother...?" She trails off, blushing heavily. |
| - | "You said you'll do anything I want." You reply. | + | "You said you'll do anything I want." You reply defiantly knowing that you have to be firm to get what you want. |
"But this is so sudden. I mean, as a first request, you can't just-" | "But this is so sudden. I mean, as a first request, you can't just-" | ||
| - | "Anything." | + | "Anything!." |
| - | She stops, caught by her own words. With a deep breath, she lifts her shirt over her head, the | + | She stops, caught by her own words. With a deep breath, she slowly lifts her shirt over her head, the movement making her massive breasts jiggle within their prison. She shoots you an annoyed glance, as she unbuttons her jeans, and you watch as she pulls them down her shapely thighs, giving you full view of her matching white panties. The tight fabric of her underwear lets you see the outline of her labia, and you feel a tightness in your pants. Grimacing, she reaches round and unhooks her bra, making sure her arm covers her modesty, before letting her bra drop to the floor. Finally, she removes her panties the only way she could, with her free hand covering her crotch. Inch by inch, they lower, with long, slow gyrations of her hips. Her efforts to maintain her decency only making for an ironically erotic display. |
"There!" She stands, too embarrassed to look you in the face, but the intense glare at her feet lets you know how she's feeling. | "There!" She stands, too embarrassed to look you in the face, but the intense glare at her feet lets you know how she's feeling. | ||
Current revision as of 08:46, 18 August 2015
"Um, Mom... can you take your clothes off?" You ask, nervously.
"Oh my god, sweetie! Um... well... I suppose I have to. But, dammit, Adam! Why would you want to see your own mother...?" She trails off, blushing heavily.
"You said you'll do anything I want." You reply defiantly knowing that you have to be firm to get what you want.
"But this is so sudden. I mean, as a first request, you can't just-"
"Anything!."
She stops, caught by her own words. With a deep breath, she slowly lifts her shirt over her head, the movement making her massive breasts jiggle within their prison. She shoots you an annoyed glance, as she unbuttons her jeans, and you watch as she pulls them down her shapely thighs, giving you full view of her matching white panties. The tight fabric of her underwear lets you see the outline of her labia, and you feel a tightness in your pants. Grimacing, she reaches round and unhooks her bra, making sure her arm covers her modesty, before letting her bra drop to the floor. Finally, she removes her panties the only way she could, with her free hand covering her crotch. Inch by inch, they lower, with long, slow gyrations of her hips. Her efforts to maintain her decency only making for an ironically erotic display.
"There!" She stands, too embarrassed to look you in the face, but the intense glare at her feet lets you know how she's feeling.
You are lost for words as you gaze at your mother's beautiful body, pondering your next move.
What do you do now?
Do you:
