She headed over to the sink and opened the door underneath, "You know where the vinegar is? Oh, and yes, good morning to you too."
She was flustered. I found it amusing.
"Mom, I don't really live here, but it used to be right where you're looking."
My mother, in her very distracted frame of mind, bent over to look in the rear of the cabinet. Bending from her waist created an obvious reaction in the short silk robe. I watched as the robe hem exposed more and more of the very tops of her thighs, then the crease where her legs became her very firm middle-aged ass. I stopped chewing. She bent further and my life changed forever. My mother's p***y came into view. Now, if she had just stepped out of the shower, or was changing her clothes, it would be a v****a. But what I stared at was her p*
