Sunday's photo started a game that both sides enjoyed immensely. They snapped selfies at random hours knowing the other would appreciate the sight. Chelsea snapped morning photos in front of the mirror asking what Jake thought of her bra and panty combination. He responded with a pick of the strain happening in his boxers.
Being admired for everything curve her body had to offer felt wonderful for Chelsea. It had been years since she had done anything of the sort and was taking full advantage of the opportunity this new arrangement with Jake had to offer. The woman snapped shots in lacy bras and revealing panties that she was confident any man in his twenties wouldn't be able to resist. Her predictions came true time and again as Jake appetite for her images seemed insatiable.
Jake also proved playful which was something his mother hadn't expected. He brightened her days with morning messages over breakfast between dining on campus and Chelsea sipping coffee in the kitchen. They laughed over food pics sent back and forth, and the woman was only too willing to give into his craving to see her in her usual silk robe and smiling at him from her seat on the couch.
Should I go to the gym this morning?
One message asked accompanied by a display of his abs.
Chelsea replied with a smiling emoji with hearts for eyes.
Do it
, she texted him.
I love the thought of your muscles getting all sweaty.
Sometimes it was a comfort just knowing the other was close. Jake sent a selfie pretending to be fast asleep on top of his textbook. Chelsea sent several of her own pretending to stick a pencil in her neck after a very boring business meeting. Jake smiled humorously and told her not to damage something so perfect. She responded with a heart.
Jake was in his dorm room Thursday night editing some video on his laptop when his mother's photo arrived. Chelsea was making dinner in nothing but an apron. Jake could feel his pants growing uncomfortably tight as he stared at the perfect view of his mother's ass. He loved the natural curve of her back and followed its seductive ascent between her shoulders.
Cooking for one is so dull
, she captioned.
It's the only way you're getting anything done, he told her. I'd be all over you if I was there.
What would of do to me?
She asked with a selfie of her hand on her hip and pursing her lips waiting for an answer.
I'd come up behind you until I was pressed right up against your ass. You'd feel my cock grinding against your pussy until it's shiny from your arousal.
You'd come up behind this ass?
