If you remember the last story it's all about my mom, Amy Sethwick. I guess I should have mentioned that my name is Josh. (A little embarrassed maybe) I am her very horny 18 year old son and my parent's only child. I go to the local community college but not very much lately as I hang with mom all of the time. In the last story my mom was starting to become very flirtatious around me and we started to become "Buds." We were more like two peas in a pod with all of the time we were spending together.
In the last story we were at the mall getting ready to go shopping which was mom's favorite pastime and only hobbly. I touched briefly on the fact that my dad was a long-time phone company worker who makes $36,900 yearly and my mother, by virtue of generations of hard work by her family, has been living off the interest of a 5.8 million dollar trust fund. 3.5% a year keeps her in all of the new hottest shoes and sexy ankle bracelets she can get her hands and feet on. My mother has no interest in working, exercising, eating, my father, or any of the rest of the family. She likes to shop and she likes me!
Like I was mentioning before, I aimed to get mom that super-hot set of lingerie I saw on the Victoria's Secret web site so I told her while we were at the pizza grill that we would need to split up for the first hour of shopping. (We always went for 3-4 hours) Mom was on her sixth vodka and I was done with my pizza so we were ready to roll! Mom hardly eats so it's amazing to me just how much liquor she handles, and it's very sexy and exciting to me for some reason to watch her drink.
Amy, as she makes me address her only when we go shopping for some reason, was wearing the hottest 4" heels with a sexy, very light tan pair of Capri dress slacks that were pretty much painted on. She topped off her ensemble with just a tight, white spandex T-shirt tank top that showcased her tiny little perfect nipples and small but firm peachy "Pups," as she sometimes referred to her cute little teacup sized boobs.
Mom never wore anything but a thong and you could clearly see her tiny butt shake a little when she walked even though at her weight, about 82 lbs, she hardly had any body fat. Mom was going to go get her bleach blonde, shoukder-length hair ironed and get a pedicure while I was on my own. Before we parted mom hugged me close and gave me a quick rubbing with her chest and a devilish looking smile. We agreed to meet back at the pizza grill in an hour. Mom would need to refresh herself or as she liked to say, "I just need a few minutes to re-focus." What that really meant was a few more vodkas! With a raging hard-on I began my slow, penguin-like walk down to Victoria's Secret.