A Split Second With Mom

A SPLIT SECOND WITH MOM

it was like a game
a game of hide and seek
cover and peek
the dark delta
a mysterious triangle
beneath the red tent of mom's dress
was reason for my youthful arousal
my careful casual glances
making my pecker protrude
and take cover under a cushion
camouflage, cover-up, concealed weapon
and though the room was dark oft than not
occasional bright displays illuminates all,
when the TV screen would go nova
illuminated under the red shade of her skirt
furtive, frustrating, glances
but finally fulfillment with a flash
if you are looking at the right time
during that 'split second' when you can
see the split sex of your mother
sitting next to you

and this memory is fixed
the smoke is suspended mid air
a nipple peaks out a casual red teddy
pantiless, and pleasing and teasing
her scent a perfume of funky and pheromones
all in a split second
a slit second, the first focus on mom's
split, cunt, pussy, womanhood

then the screen went blue
the room went cool
the view went dark
but tho' the gloom of privacy
enshrouded the womb of wonder
it left me wondering
did mom flash and allow me to
to sneak a peek, to catch a glance
of what I seek to see
a patch of thatch
a snatch and her quim
I will never let leave
from my mind's eye
my hearts memory
my hard-on's hopes
the image which flashed
the fraction of a moment

the quick passing moment when
I glimpsed between the lovely limbs
of the Lady I love the most, mother
to see her fur and furrow
in that never to be forgotten
split . . . second


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This poem was inspired by a drawing by world famous artist Pandora's Box. For where you may find the works of the most erotic artist of incestuous mother/son images, please email me. You will not be disappointed, you will cum!