The front door opened. Jack turned around to see his mum walk in. She was carrying bags of groceries.
"Hey, mum," he called out.
"Let me help you with those."
"Thanks, son," Karen said. She stretched her back.
"These bags were killing me."
Jack took some of the bags while Karen took the rest. He followed her into the kitchen. As he walked, his eyes traced her figure. She was rather tall and slim, with an ample bosom and a really small, cute ass. He liked staring at her, especially since that day when he accidentally saw her drying herself in her room. Her bedroom door had been left slightly open and Jack had caught sight of her perfect body. Since then, he had spent countless moments in his room, masturbating and thinking of his mum's body.
Now, he watched idly as she walked, her long skirt sashaying about. It was so sensual. And his eyes were locked on her butt. Almost immediately, he felt his penis start to rise, but he didn't care. After he was done with the bags, he would rush to his room and masturbate himself dry.
They were in the kitchen and Karen set her bags down on the table in the centre of the room.
"You can put yours together here," she told him. He did so.
She started taking the things out of the bags. He watched her as if in a daze. Then, he walked past her, his palm brushing against her bum. She glanced at him but didn't say anything. He walked past her again and this time he placed more pressure on her.
This time, she turned to glare at him.
"Jack, what are you doing?" she demanded.
"Nothing, mum," he said innocently.
"Probably this place is too small for me to walk past, so..."
She gave him a stare-down, then turned back to the groceries. Jack decided to hazard it one more time. He liked touching her soft flesh. He started to walk past her again when something naughty entered his mind. He stopped behind her and, suddenly, placed both of his hands on her ass cheeks.