Chapter 6

I almost missed the look in her eyes and know that’s what she was planning on trying to get away with. A bra and panties are still clothes, but she was actually going to leave them on. Mom’s face has a look of dejection and she knows I’m onto her.

She slowly undresses as I continue to study her face. This is the first time I’ve seen such a look, which can only be described as losing spirit. The truth is, I don’t have any interest in seeing her body, except for one part and her face is showing me something I may need one day.

I don’t rush her as she slowly removes her bra and panties and my eyes catch the lines on her tits as they dangle. They’re about the same size as mine and we share the same red nipples, but they are far from being hard. My eyes move down to her flat stomach and I see the stretch marks from when she was pregnant with me and my brother.

My eyes are drawn to her full bush and can’t believe anyone actually does that. I was hoping for shaved, but would have settled for trimmed. The blonde mound looks ridiculous and I wish it wasn’t so late, since I’d have her do something about it right now.

My head moves back to her face as I stand and her eyes are on the floor. I know there’s a million questions going through her mind right now, but she’s doing what I told her to do. This is a good sign and I know I have her. It may not be all of her, but it’s just enough to get my hooks into her.

“Lay down on the bed.” My words are clear to prevent her from not understanding and she slowly nods. “And I want you on your back, mom. Understood?”

There’s another slow nod. “Yes,” she whispers and I wonder if she’s in a state of shock.

Mom does as I say and her legs are pressed close together. I circle to the front base of the bed and reach out for her ankles. She jumps at my touch as I take in the soft flesh and notice the only part not shaved is her bush.

“Spread your legs and pull your knees back, mom.” My pace remains unchanged.

“Please don’t call me mom, Jill. Call me something else, but not mom.” she begs and tears roll down her face.

“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want, mom. And just for that, I won’t ever call you anything else. Show me your pussy, mom.” There’s a touch of anger in my voice, which causes her to jump a little.

Mom doesn’t move right away and I wonder if a reminder is needed. Her legs start to part as I’m on the verge of speaking and her knees pull back. Her pussy is revealed to me, but her lips hide far too much. Her clit is peaking out just a little, but there’s nothing hard about it at all.