She looked on ahead, and though she felt sure in her decision, she had to promise herself she’d be brave.

You stared at her ass, the way it bobbed playfully in its bright red dress, youthfully despite its womanly size.

Your dad whispered to you over the top of his phone: “We need you back home, mommy. We need an angel for our tree.”

"Look, he's looking over here." Your mom leaned to look beyond the tree, seeing him stand there, looking back, directly into her eyes.

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"Hey Miss!" Your mom turned around. "Trick or treat!" he yelled, and he stuck his thumb within the waist of his pants, ready to pull down.

He tried to not turn to look at her and accepted the small glimpses of her he’d catch in his peripheral. Her red hair, like fire in the sun.

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He looked in through the gap and marvelled at the naked white bodies, bare and pink from head to heel, none aware of his ecstatic gaze.

You noticed that the beautiful Latin American ass of the young woman was still smaller, less perfect, than the ass of your middle-aged mom.

He watched your mom put a hot dog into her mouth and bite off a large chunk. She lifted her hand to her cheek and wiped away mustard.