Billy took a deep breath as he stared up at his mom. Although she was only wearing a simple white bra, it was breathtakingly beautiful to him. The cups were adorned, along with the twin straps, with a stunning lace floral design he found captivating. Somehow, although she still had on her tan dress pants, she looked simply spectacular to him, half dressed as she was.
Maybe it was because Billy possessed a bit of a bra fetish so seeing his mom like this caused his c**k to go on full alert status.
She smiled at him. "I hope you are not grossed out too much by seeing your mom without her shirt on."
"Oh stop it and sit down, Mom. You look fabulous."
"Thank you sweetie," she replied.
She perched herself on the edge of the loveseat, allowing him to have enough room to squeeze in behind her.
