Ben had always been a sneaky kid, and today was no exception. He crept into the bathroom, trying to be as quiet as possible as he approached the shower room. He couldn't help but grin to himself as he heard the water running and saw his mom's silhouette through the frosted glass.
Without a second thought, he pulled out his phone and began taking a few sneaky photos. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't resist the temptation.
Suddenly, the shower door opened and his mom stepped out, completely naked and dripping wet. Ben's jaw dropped as he quickly tried to hide his phone, but it was too late.
His mom, noticing the phone, raised an eyebrow and said, "Spying on me, Ben?"
Ben stammers, trying to come up with an excuse, but his mom interrupted him with a playful insult, "I didn't know you were into old ladies, Ben."
Ben's face turned red as he tried to deny it, but his mom just laughed and said, "Well, if you're going to spy on me, you might as well see the whole show."
She struck a pose, making Ben even more flustered. His mom, still smiling, said, "Alright, you can have your little photos, but on one condition."
Ben, eager to delete the evidence, asked, "What is it?"
His mom replied, "You have to let me see what you're working with."
Ben's eyes widened as he realized what she was asking. His mom, noticing his hesitation, said, "Come on, Ben. It's only fair."
Ben, still red-faced, agreed and pulled down his pants. His mom looked at his dick and said, "Hmm, not bad. But I think mine is still bigger."
She grabbed his dick and pulled him closer, kissing him on the lips. Ben, surprised, didn't know what to do as his mom pulled back and said, "Well, I guess I win. Now, delete those photos."
Ben, still in shock, quickly deleted the photos, but not before taking one last one of his mom kissing his dick. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but he couldn't deny the thrill of it either.
His mom, satisfied, turned back to the shower and said, "Don't forget to lock the door on your way out."
Ben, still reeling from the encounter, quickly left the bathroom, phone in hand. He couldn't wait to see how this story would unfold.
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