Something clicked in me; it was like I'm not watching my mother anymore, just some MILF. There's probably some shrink word for it, but all I know is I just flew past angry to horny. I'm not fighting the feeling.
Mom fakes looking in her date book, showing Rob her wet t**t. He's rubbing a pretty good bulge in his jeans while Mom glances at the mirror, smiling. She straightens up and turns, just catching Rob.
"Rob, were you looking at me? All my panties were in the wash this morning, and I forgot how short this little dress is."
She's being sooo obvious, but Rob and his d**k bulge fall for it. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Foster, that was rude."
I'm getting excited. This is f****d up, but there's no way to deny it, I'm a voyeur.
Now, Mom, the cougar, moves in, standing inches away from this guy. He
