Heading down the stairs you shrugged off what had just happened, bizarre though it was.
"Hey mom" you said, upon entering the living room, seeing your mom Helen sat down watching a chat show, she was only working a half day today but was still dressed for work early in a grey two-piece skit suit, tan nylon stockings and a pair of black leather, 3-inch heeled pumps. Her white blouse was filled out nicely by her C-Cup breasts, which were showing none of the effects of ageing even though she was now 43. And underneath she was wearing her favorite black lace underwear that your dad had bought her at Christmas.
You were sure you weren't the only teenager to be turned on by the way his own mom dressed.
"Hiya sweetie!" your mom reponded in a gentle voice, as she momentarily raised her head from its resting position in her left hand, her legs were crossed in a feminine manner and her other hand was sitting idle in her lap.
You sat down next to her and lifted your left leg up onto your right one in a manner that was sufficiently masculine, your thighs a fair distance apart. And as your mom continued watching the television...you looked her over, curious as to whether the note had been telling you the truth.
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