My Daughter's Boyfriend

My daughter lay drunk and unconscious nearby.

Her boyfriend pulled me into an embrace.

My body went limp almost instantly.

Blushing, I pushed him away with what little reason I had left.

He grinned mischievously and stuck his tongue out at me.

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My name is Mia Blanchet.

I am thirty-eight years old, a mature woman.

Perhaps living up to my name, my skin remains fair and tender, seemingly delicate enough to break with a puff of air.

I have my own unique secret.

At home, I habitually wear no clothes, allowing my skin to breathe and grow freely.

When the first morning sunlight touches my body, my disciplined day begins.

My sleep mask and earplugs still in place, I massage my full, rounded breasts to awaken the day's energy.

I imagine it's a lover's caress.

Feeling hormones surge within me, nearly overflowing, I lightly leap out of bed and head to the living room for yoga.

Satisfied, I gaze at my reflection in the mirror.

My slender waist has not an ounce of excess fat.

My ab lines are clearly visible.

After a few stretches, I begin practicing the full splits.

I don't know if it's natural talent or the effectiveness of my workouts.

Today, my buttocks look particularly enticing.

Even I can't resist the urge to give them a slap.

As if possessed, I actually couldn't hold back and gave myself a hard spank.

"Mmm..."

I couldn't suppress a soft moan.

The sharp sound shattered the tranquility of the entire house.

It left me parched, yet strangely stimulated.

Perhaps feeling my behavior was somewhat improper, even though I knew I was alone at home, I glanced around nervously.

Like a guilty child afraid of being caught by parents after doing something wrong.

Three times, four times.

I closed my eyes, my toes curling in pleasure.

My whole body nearly melted onto the yoga mat.