How Jack didn’t blow his top he would never know. Indian Sex He wondered which ones she was wearing today, knowing that he had fondled, sniffed, smelled and gripped the whole lot. Then he had to tell himself that he would not do what he knew full well he was about to do. And he wanked, slowly carefully, his mind imagining. Mother looked lovely but was in a poor mood. Jack stood and watched. His mother was standing no more than five feet away, under her robe she was wearing a bra and her garter belt, nothing else. She put them on the chair behind her, then turning she picked up his underpants and looked at them. Stockings and a few pairs of tights next. Jack knew where they went as he had rummaged through her cupboards last week. What would she say? Oh fuck he had shot his load over the carpet. His mother went into her bathroom. His best de***********ion of his mother was “aloof”. She knew her son was a pervert. Jack being a teenager spent a lot of time thinking about sex, though he was totally clueless, being at an all boys school.
