My mother sat upon a chair as I did her makeup. She sighed a bit, and I stopped, touching her cheek. She looked so beautiful, and I couldn't figure out what could be the problem. I inspected my work, then asked.
"What's wrong?" I said, concerned.
"Me and your father have not been... making love.. in some time... I miss it." She said with another sigh.
"For how long?" I watched her...
"Months..." She said blushing a bit. "But you don't need to hear such things."
"I've got an idea, mom..." I said, standing slowly.
I slipped down onto the floor, she looked at me surprised. I had always been curious what it would feel like to fuck with a girl, and I ran my hand over her smooth thigh. My mother was like me, never aging. She had the body of a 18 year old, and never once did I ever think she would have gave into the touch so easily. I simply moved her legs open, coming down to kiss her tender area. She gave a bit of a moan, I reached up, pulling her panties back. Just then, a knock at the door was heard, I jumped up, damning whoever it was. Walking to the door, my mom fixed herself to relax. Opening the door, there stood Rob, tall and handsome. He looked at my mother, then smiled...