Once again I was treated to her slowly undressing in front of her mirror. Terror making my heart pound in my chest. XXX Finally I gingerly reached out my hand and lightly, gently cupped her breast through the nightie, squeezing it slightly then rubbing my thumb over her nipple. Tonight I didn’t go to bed as early as before, as a result my mother got changed without her enthusiastic voyeur. But every night my mother had made sure the door was closed to her bedroom. When I touched her between her legs she gasped a little more and this time she moved. But this time she didn’t close her door until she had slipped her nightie over her head, despite the continual coughing and sniffing to remind her I was in my room, probably awake and definitely watching her.
