In high school while at work, I spotted my friends mother. She was about 5'1, in her 30's, with a very feminine style. Nobody was around so I snuck up behind her and gave her a tight hug with my waist pressed firmly against her butt. I was fully aware of my hard-on before I did it.

She yelled out my name in surprise. Unconsciously, I think I wanted her to know that she gave me a hard on. It's not a physical exhibition, but and exhibition of desire.



Dan



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With her mousy cheerleader style, She stepped slowly onto the porch. All my boys made way as her short cotton dress drew lustful stares. She slowly walked in without a word. All eyes watched as her petite motherly frame disappeared into the darkness of lust. She loved thursdays.