This happened in the summer of 1997. I was 18 years old then, age is the most suitable for the first erotic impressions. I remember we went to the garage with my mother to sort out potatoes, as it was overgrown with weeds. Mom was worn by a long black skirt, blouse. My mother is a pretty slender woman, with short light bluish hair to her shoulders, slender legs, appetizing booty, chest of about the third size, brown eyes and strict disposition, then she was 37 years old. There was a warm summer weather on the street.
We came to the garage with my mother, opened it, took out a potato that was in the boxes and were about to study. I remember my mother moved the box closer to the entrance to the garage so that the potatoes would be better visible, and I told me to capture the garbage, which was in the garage and throw it out onto the trash. I went out of the garage and went to take out the garbage, since it was not far to the trash, 100 meters.
When I returned to the garage, a very piquant and exciting picture opened my eyes. Mom squatted and fingered the potatoes, dropping her head down, so she did not notice me. Under the skirt, I saw her white panties in a red flower that tightly faded her vagina, which was smoothly shaven, since it was noticeable through panties. In addition to panties, I saw my mother’s smooth legs from the knees to the panties themselves.
Why did she not sit on a chair, I don’t know, perhaps it was more convenient for her, nevertheless, thanks to her frivolity, I could observe her beautiful lights. Mom was so hard busy with business that I did not even notice that I looked under her skirt. I looked at her underpants for five minutes, even counted the flowers on them. Then he left the garage and went to go through and gather his thoughts because he was afraid that my mother would see that I was peering, but she would not like it.
Mom continued to shine with panties and further without knowing, confident that she was alone in the garage. When I returned minutes
Ten after ten, my mother has already done all the work and said that we are already leaving. We went home, but the memories of my mother’s panties in a flower remained in my memory still.
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