She unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down, her boobs nearly knock into her son's face in the process. She now stood before him in a pair of light ...an panties. Just like the ones behind him on the computer table they were small and lacy. Unlike her onepeice bathing suit these panties were rimmed with dark tufts of hair that spraweled up towards her navel and back along the edge of her crotch. Without breaking eye contact his mother sat back on the bed and drew her legs up wide. At eye level. .. what? I asked. “I need to think.. I need to clear my head... and besides.. once you hear about what I've done I sure you're not going to want me to come home again”. “Let me talk to Carol” I said. I figured if she was lying about being there she would make some lame-ass excuse about how Carol couldn't come to the phone. Nope... she handed the phone to Carol. “Carol... what the hell is happening here?” Carol told me that about 9:45 my wife had shown up at her door and was sobbing so. More

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