My father glanced over his shoulder to look into the living room behind him briefly. The sight of my mom sitting in her recliner in front of the television was enough to make his d**k stiffen even harder than it already was. She was wearing her usual blue jeans and white blouse, which was her favorite outfit. Her legs were stretched out on top of the recliner as she watched some old black and white movie on the small television screen mounted on the wall in front of her. There wasn't anything strange about it, however. My mother often spent hours in the evenings in the same position like that. It didn't bother us much because we were used to seeing her there whenever we came home from work or school. Sometimes we would sit down on the couch beside her and watch whatever program was current
