My girlfriend's slutty mother

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The story begins the day I first met my girlfriend's parents. I was 19 years old, and her mother was 37. We were almost immediately drawn to each other by a fatal attraction of lust. She was about 160 centimeters tall and had the most beautiful legs I had ever seen. She was wearing a very attractive mini-skirt and was reclining on a deck chair with her legs propped up on it, which was incredibly arousing and made me feel extremely lustful. I wanted to get into a good position to peek under her skirt, but I couldn't be too obvious. It was so frustrating and unbearable.

A few months later, I became familiar with my girlfriend's family (especially her mother) and would often visit her home. Six months later, her parents divorced, and her mother moved to an apartment. I longed to spend more time alone with her at her apartment, but it never seemed to work out.

A lucky day finally arrived. My girlfriend's mother's TV screen was blurry, and she called to ask if I could fix it. She said she was going to a party that evening, and I could stay at the apartment until she left. She would keep me company during that time. I arrived at 5 PM, and she opened the door for me. But even at 6 PM, she showed no sign of leaving for the party. She asked if I wanted a drink. I told her I only drank hard liquor, not beer. She was very surprised by my answer, but still poured two whiskeys. We quickly finished them, and she refilled both our glasses. Then she said she should change, but she stayed there and we, like a poor rascal, drank two more glasses before she slowly went back to her room.

As I began packing up my tools, I kept an eye on the bedroom at the end of the hallway. I noticed the door was ajar, so I quietly crept over to peek inside. She was already dressed, pulling up her black pantyhose and black leather shoes. Her outfit was impeccably coordinated, making her look even more alluring. The pantyhose had sequins at the ankles. As she bent over to adjust her clothes, I noticed she wasn't wearing underwear—exactly what I'd been hoping for. But my glimpse was short-lived. She suddenly stood up, and the view beneath her skirt vanished. That one glance, however, left me speechless and stunned. I didn't even notice her approaching the door. By the time she opened the door and saw me, it was too late to hide! My face flushed crimson, I was so embarrassed I could barely breathe, racking my brains for an explanation, otherwise she would definitely tell her girlfriend. She said, "How was it? Enjoying the voyeurism?" What could I say? I thought if I confessed honestly, maybe she would forgive me.

Me: "I... I only saw you after you put on your pantyhose!" Her second question was even more unbelievable, she said, "Do you like it?" I felt again that honesty was the best policy (especially when faced with this kind of question), I said, "I like watching you get dressed, especially when you're wearing pantyhose!" Hearing my words, she pulled her skirt up to her stomach with one hand, and with her other hand pulled my hand to touch her thigh. When my hand touched her thigh, my blood boiled, and my penis became hard, but when I touched her groin, she immediately pushed my hand away! That was all? Was she testing me? My fear vanished completely when she pulled me toward the bed.

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