"Ah...Sorry, Mom?" John replied, somewhat befuddled. The woman standing above him looked just like his mom did in the pictures he had seen from her modeling days, back when she was a teen. Her breasts had shrunk slightly from their slightly saggy selves, but now rose large and firm off her chest, and her paunch was gone. Her hair was also brown again; it had changed to blond after her first pregnancy. In fact, her flat stomach even featured a navel piercing, despite her firm stance again both piercings and tattoos. John could tell this because she was in a white belly bearing halter top and a pair of black hip-huger shorts, which gave him a great view of her barely covered cunt as he looked up from his sitting position.
She leaned down and put her hand on his head. "Are you feeling okay, honey?" she asked, somehow making the question both innocent and sexy at the same time. Her hands began to wander, first over his face, then his body...
