Mothers love
Chapter one - Thoughtful desireI'm not exactly sure when my desire started, all i know is, that it grew stronger. The first time i really knew it was there was when my mother was cleaning the skirting on the stairs and as she kneeled on each step while she cleaned. I couldn't stop watching her 40 something, still perky and firm ass shaking with each stroke of the cloth. Staring, fantasising about how much i lust for it. But, every time i tried to build up the courage to do something about my...