Now obviously at 14 my son had not developed any tact whatsoever so while we were hauling our dead weight through the house I noticed that his eyes were glued to my breasts, no effort put in hiding what he was staring at. Sex vedio I wrapped my bathrobe around me nice and tight to avoid letting “anything show” and got Rickie to help me haul his father upstairs to bed. Then he just drank more. I got back on my hands and knees on the bed with a hand mirror and tried to get an idea of what little Rickie had seen, oh my god. Then he just drank more. But I also tied my robe up and this time pulled it open more at the top to see if he would try looking down my top. At the bed I told him that it was his turn to pull and mine to lift, god I almost destroyed my back lifting him just to avoid letting my son see a little cleavage. The next night and every night after my husband repeated that ritual, the only change was the weekends when he was off. I got back on my hands and knees on the bed with a hand mirror and tried to get an idea of what little Rickie had seen, oh my god.
