you look up as the door slams open and your mother runs in, blond hair pulled back into a tight bun blue eyes sparkling with worry.
"Gilda are you ok I herd screaming....oh" she pulls up short brining a well manicured hand to her mouth as she realises what the commotion was. a slight blush spreads across her face for a second before it brakes into a wide grin.
her hand quickly moves to the buttons of her shirt "well haven't I raised a naughty girl?" she asks licking her lips as she frees her respectably sized double D tits from the confines of her shirt, apparently she hadn't bothered to put on a bra this morning.
she quickly advances on you letting her shirt drop to the ground "what am I going to do with you?"
