Larry's Sexual Journey

If you're looking hot and heavy sex, then this is not the story for you.

It's a slow moving and gentle story.

It's an easy and light read.

Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment.

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The fashion show.

Once home mom starting making the dinner. It wasn't long before the smell of bolognaise came wafting from the kitchen. If I wasn't hungry before, I certainly was now. Over dinner we chatted about lots of things except her new clothes and our 'modelling careers'. After dinner I washed and stacked the dishes while mom disappeared to her room.

"Larry," she shouted from her room.

"Yes mom," I replied.

"Whenever you're finished can you come up?"

"Yes. Just about finished now."

As I climbed the stairs and headed towards her room, she poked her head around her door and said, "Wait in your room please and I'll be in shortly."

I did as I was told.

A few minutes later she put her head around my door and said, "Ready?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"I'll show you the outfits first and then the lingerie. That ok?"

"Whatever suits you mom."

I couldn't believe this was about to happen. My prim and proper mom was going to, not only give me a fashion show, but a lingerie parade as well. I must have died and gone to heaven.

She walked in wearing the pink top and the figure hugging skirt. This time she had a bra on. The strap lines were visible, it held her boobs high and projected them forward. Walking into the middle of the room she stopped and did a twirl.

"What do you think?"

"Wonderful. It really shows off your hour glass figure mom."

"Thank you sweetie," she said as she turned and left.

Next came the pale blue top with jeans. Once again she went to the middle of the room and did a twirl.

"Another nice outfit mom."

"I like the top but like you said I need to be careful."

Having said that she leaned forward. The top billowed showing her boobs supported by the white bra. It was still an erotic view and I could feel the tell-tale tingles starting. The arousal caused by my mom no longer made me feel guilty. Probably because of what we'd already been through.

Next was the white and slightly see-through top with jeans.

"You said I'd need to wear something beneath this. Is this better?"

She walked over towards me so that I could get a closer look.

"I can see your bra clearly but that's all."

"Disappointed?" she said mockingly.

"And what if I am?" I smiled.

"Awwww," she laughed and pulled her top up to give a very quick glimpse of the see-through bra.

Next up was the lovely snug light green dress. She walked to the middle of the room once more and completed her twirl.

"Very nice mom. That really does suit you."

"Does my tummy not look big?"

"Not at all," I replied. "It's really lovely."

She smiled widely and left returning very quickly in the flimsy peach dress. She marched to the middle of the room and did a quick twirl. The flowing dress flared out and showed off her thighs. Once again I got a view of her wonderful cleavage through the deep plunging neckline.

"I think I'll need a bra with this one or else there'll be no real shape. Your mom's old boobs are too saggy," she laughed.

"There not saggy."

"OK buster. I need you to be honest with me now. OK?"

"Sure mom."

"Have a good look. I'm going to take the bra off and I want you to tell me which is better."

She turned away and as if by magic removed her bra before turning back again.

"Well?"

"From a standing point of view, the only difference is less cleavage on show."

"Standing point of view?"

"If you were moving, walking, it might be different."

"Well maybe someday we'll have to find out," she winked.

Was my mom flirting with me?

"Ready for the next set?" she asked.

"As ready as you are."

She arrived back in just her new lingerie. It was the plain white bra with matching cotton panties. The bra held her boobs firmly and showed off a wonderful sexy cleavage, while the panties moulded round her womanly hips with a hint of camel toe and her dark pubic hair. Although it wasn't a sexy outfit, it was very erotic.

"Well?"

"Very nice mom and they look really comfy," I said trying not to seem pervy.

"More everyday use really," she said. "Keeps everything in place," she continued while she hefted her boobs in her two hands. "Sturdy and comfy."

Next it was the red, half cup bra with matching high leg panties. Her boobs were lifted and pushed together to produce a deep cleavage. Not dissimilar from the previous one. However, the cups were only half cups and the tops of both boobs were free to see. The cups were so low cut that the tops of the aureole were clearly visible. Very hot. She turned slowly to show off her panties. The high cut legs revealed quite a bit of ass cheek.

"Well?"

"Very hot mom. Can I ask a favour?"

"Sure you can."

"Can you hop gently?"

She fired me a puzzled look but hopped anyway. Following my gaze she soon realized why I'd asked. Because of the half cups, her boobs jiggled as she hopped. A very hot and hypnotic sight. She laughed, then stopped and said, "naughty boy," before leaving. I re-adjusted my cock while she was out.

Next up was the sheer, black bra with a sheer matching thong. Thong!! I never thought mom was a thong person.

"I'm not really a thong person," she said as if reading my mind. These are the first I've ever bought."

As I looked down her body. Her boobs and nipples were visible through the bra cups and the small triangle of material barely covered her pussy lips. Wisps of her pubic hair poked out the top and the sides. Noticing my gaze she said, "I think I'll have to trim the rug."

I looked up and she winked. Then turning slowly her ass cheeks were visible in all their naked glory. Very nice would be an understatement. Why was my mom having this affect on me?

"Looks great mom."

When she went again I had to move my by now stiff cock to a more comfortable position. She returned wearing the sheer, white bra with its matching thong. This was even hotter as it clearly showed both her boobs and pussy and her dark bush looked glorious beneath the white material. This time I instinctively adjusted my cock. Mom watched me and just smiled.

"Which ones do you like?"

"I like them all for different reasons," I replied.

"Methinks you like the red one best though," she said laughing.

"Well, it did show your breasts off quite well," I replied slightly embarrassed.

"Thank you sweetie for letting me show you, as well as, coming with me today."

"My pleasure mom."

Then walking over to me, she gave me a tight, boob squashing hug. As I hugged her back my hand brushed across her bare ass. Did I just imagine that it made her press harder against me?

"I'll go and make coffee mom," I said in an effort to cool the situation. I was getting too aroused and the guilt was coming back.

"Thank you sweetie. I'll be down in a minute."

I'd no sooner the coffee made when mom appeared naked.

"Are our naked days over?" she asked.

"No, I'm still game." And at that I stripped off and sat at the table.

"Looks like you enjoyed the fashion show," mom said, using a tea spoon to point.

I looked down. My cock was thicker than usual, its head was quite damp and a strand of pre-cum was connecting it to my thigh.

"I'd have been worried if I didn't," I laughed while thinking how strange it still was to be naked, showing an aroused cock, in front of my naked mother.

"It's nice to know your old mom still has the power to do that," she winked. "Tell me?" she continued. "What did Jenn mean by, 'he tastes sweet, doesn't he?'?"

I'm sure I must have blushed as I could feel my face blaze.

"I don't know what you mean," I lied.

"After you're little...incident, as we went off stage, Jenn said to me, 'He tastes sweet, doesn't he?' "

Oh shit. I was dreading this happening. What else will she want to know about my sessions?

"My first erotic session was a simulated wank, I mean masturbation. I had to maintain an erection for the whole session. By the end I was so aroused it wouldn't go down and Jenn helped out."

"How did she help?"

"She gave me some hand cream and wipes and said I may as well take care of it before I leave."

"And you did it in front of her?"

"I was so aroused I didn't think and just started. Before I knew, she was in front of me. She took over and gave me a blow-job."

I noticed mom's neck starting to flush as I told the story. Her nipples hardened and she squirmed a bit in her chair. Was my story turning her on?

"Was she good?" mom asked.

"Mom, I don't have much experience so I can't really say if she was good or average. It was very enjoyable though."

"Better than last night?"

How the hell do I answer that? I have to say, "No, of course not." Don't I? But before I could answer mom saved the day yet again by saying that it was an unfair question and not to answer.

The rest of the day was spent quietly. Mom did some housework, while I caught up with college work and come the evening we watched some TV. Still naked.

The next morning mom wakened me with breakfast in bed. It was coffee and toast.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" she asked.

"Now?"

"In an hour or so, after we're ready."

"OK. I'll get showered and ready when I finish breakfast."

She left and I could hear her getting showered. I ate my toast and got into the shower, finishing off my coffee as I got dried and dressed. I heard her leave her room and go downstairs, so, as soon as I was ready, I joined her.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Yep," I replied.

"Let's go then," she said.

She was wearing jeans, her new pink top and a fleece jacket. All very conservative I thought. I was a bit disappointed in so far as I was expecting her to be a bit more daring. Maybe she wasn't as liberal as I'd hoped.

Five minutes later we were parking up and heading along one of the longer walks in the park. It was a long path with a slight gradient that led through the trees and up to a little lake at the back of the park. In the summer months families and friends would swim in it and picnic on its shores, but today, even though it was a beautiful day, it was cool and there wouldn't be too many there and certainly no swimmers. We didn't speak as we walked and after about 15 minutes we reached the lake. As I suspected there were few people about and as we walked along the shoreline mom announced she was warm and removed her fleece. She was braless and the sudden coolness of the air made her nipples almost explode through her top. She hadn't lost her nerve. She was just being cautious in case we met someone who knew her. I was mesmerized by her very stiff nipples and was busted.

"Close your mouth sweetie," she said with a wink.

"Sorry mom," I replied feebly. "I just wasn't expecting this."

"You disapprove?"

"Most definitely not," I grinned.

She smiled, winked and we walked on.

Within a short while we heard voices up ahead. Mom instinctively wrapped her fleece about her to hide her extremely stiff nipples. As soon as we passed the other walkers she unwrapped her fleece and let her pokies be seen again.

"I'm not ready yet to be seen by others," she said with a heaviness.

"Not a problem mom. Whenever you're ready and not before."

She just smiled at me and we walked on. I couldn't help but notice the slight bounce of her boobs under her top as we walked. It was a wonderful, sexy sight. We continued on in a comfortable silence for another ten minutes or so before turning back. Not long after we heard voices approaching and I wondered if she'd be brave enough to let her pokies be seen. As the people got closer I could sense her deliberating within herself whether she would be brave. It was two young guys. As they got closer they stopped chatting and I could see them looking at mom. As we passed each other their eyes were glued to mom's boobs and their jaws slackened. Mom ignored their stares as if oblivious to what was happening and I heard them whispering to each other. I could guess what they were saying.

"Well done mom."

"Thanks sweetie but it was nerve wracking," she replied with a nervous laugh.

We didn't speak all the way back to the car but she wore a huge grin and made no attempt to cover up when others passed. Believe me when I say that they all glanced at her. Especially the guys.

Once back home mom made coffee and we sat at the kitchen table.

"Did you enjoy your walk?" I asked.

"Yes. I did."

"What did you enjoy most?" I probed.

"You know fine well what I enjoyed the most," she laughed.

"Good," I said. "I'm glad."

"It was a different sensation to be naked in front of our group but just as satisfying. I guess I must be an exhibitionist at heart."

"So long as you enjoyed it and have no regrets."

"I did and I don't."

"It's time I was heading back to my apartment to get sorted for the coming week," I said.

"OK sweetie. You go get sorted and I'll make us something to eat."

I packed my bag and we ate a few sandwiches before I took my leave. As usual mom left me to the door, gave me a boob squashing hug where I could feel her still stiff nipples and a kiss on the cheek.