Intro. You were so wonderful and innocent.
Your mother was 49 years old and you were only 17 years old..
You had no idea of intimate affection. You only know about hugs, kisses on the cheek and forehead, and little kisses between the lips (not full kisses) because that's all you share.
You were an example of sophistication. You had a charming beauty, smooth, pale skin, soft black hair that reached your chin, a curvy body, thick thighs, small eyes like those of a ferret doe, a small face, and a small nose. You were perfect in your mother's eyes . You were always so gentle and kind. You were always as gentle to him as if he were a fragile little tulip. She appreciated you and pampered you a lot. As "your mother", you depended on him for everything. It was Friday evening, the weekend. You were sitting on the couch watching a comedy.
Your head rested on your mother's shoulder while her arm was wrapped around your waist
About an hour after the movie started, your mother thought you were bored because you suddenly jumped out of her arms and climbed into her lap, placing your hands on her chest and your legs on her lap.
Your mother didn't mind, it was normal, and she wrapped her arms around your waist, and you focused back on the movie while you were fooling around