Perverted son watches busty mom swim with the hung bullies

Elliott had whacked off two loads while looking at the pictures of his mother he had on his computer. The panties he’d pilfered from her laundry hamper were soaked where he’d been sucking on them. He’d pumped a creamy mess into each cup of the bra that he’d stolen, the pearly fluid looking obscene as it sat in the big curved cup, the clumpy gobs of boy-juice slowly soaking into the fabric. His lube-coated hand had been busy, the second load coming surprisingly quickly after the first one as he brought up other pictures of her on his screen. These were ones he’d created himself, using the Photoshop program he’d purchased. Although his top-heavy mother had a better body than most busty lingerie models he saw on the internet, he always had a hankering to see her in some of those sexy outfits he fantasized about her wearing when he surfed those sites. It was one thing to see his mother in a bikini in the backyard, it was another thing altogether to get a chance to see her in some gorgeous lingerie. There was no way he could see that ever happening in real life, so he did the best he could by creating his own shots.

He had a number of pictures of her attractive face that he’d edited, cropping off the rest of her body other than her head down to her neck. He’d finished that off by adding a chunky or wide necklace to the shots, giving the headshot of her a bold distinctive edge. This allowed him to transfer that headshot of his mother onto pictures he’d downloaded into his files from various internet sites, the wide necklace creating a natural border between his mother’s face and the original model’s body, making for a better color match. He’d cut and paste layers from those originals until the model’s face was covered, while leaving the rest of her body intact. He’d then add his mother’s face into the shot. A little manipulation of the colors and scaling the new part to fit was often necessary, but the results were usually extremely realistic, and Elliott loved his collection. And that collection now numbered in the thousands of edited photographs, with his mother not only being part of lingerie shots, but miniskirts, sexy business wear, bikinis, whatever tickled Elliott’s fancy that day.

For his second load, he’d switched from the white bikini pics to some of her in corsets and stockings, knowing that if he ever had a chance to see her in something like that, she’d look just as good in real life, or better, than those models in the pictures. The slappy sticky sounds of his pumping hand had filled the room before he’d sent the second load straight into the waiting bra cups, thoughts of spraying his cum over his mother’s real tits filling his head.

With that second load out of the way, he’d washed the greasy lube off his hand and set to work on editing some new pictures that he’d downloaded, these ones of his mother in sexy glamorous gowns with slits that ran right from the floor to the models’ hips. There was something dead sexy about those dresses, with the models’ legs looking gorgeous through the slits in the fabric, their long legs looking fantastic in the obligatory sky-high heels. He already had some of his mother in this look, but he wanted more. And so he was just working on the second of the new pics he’d downloaded when he heard his mother come out of her room. He didn’t think much of it at first but then her footsteps seemed to be hurrying down the stairs, which he thought was strange. He checked the time: 10:47. When he’d first heard his mother come out of her room, he figured she might be heading downstairs to get something to eat. But then she’d gone down the stairs in a rush, which was very strange indeed.

By :rmdexter

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