Chapter 712 Breeding For Mum: Ep7

Neither of us said much at breakfast. Mom wore a white nightie I'd never seen before. The material was opaque, and I could tell she had on a bra. It was longer than her other selections, going below her knees. It dawned on me that Mom had worn different negligees for each client. Did color have anything to do with it? Suddenly it hit me; it was the style, not color. The green one exposed her arms so I could stroke her smooth skin. The pink one was short, allowing me to feel her thighs. What did this white one signify? I wouldn't know the reason until she retrieved me for our guest. It was after nine when I excused myself to wait in my room. I was lost in thought and didn't hear a car or any sounds from downstairs until soft knocking brought me out of my daydreaming. Mom knocked and entered, hugging me tight, nestling her mouth on my neck. Mom's scented hair and the pressure of her body against mine convinced my prick to rise to the occasion. She pulled back, leaving us face-to-face, and whispered, "Good luck, Sam."