All characters are over the age of eighteen.
I've been working on communicating the time jumps, please let me know if you have difficulty following the narrative.
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Jake never understood the saying 'can't see the forest for the trees', not until the day he suddenly saw his mother in a new light. He'd come home from work and walked into the kitchen where he saw a woman bent over, looking into the fridge. Her top half was hidden by the open door, but the bottom half was completely visible to his hungry eyes.
Smooth, lean, bare legs were straight as she bent over at the waist, the round plump cheeks of her ass had been poured into a tight white skirt that hugged her every curve. Jake could only stop and stare dumbly as his brain disengaged and he felt his cock stir in his jeans. He didn't know how long he stood there, but he memorized the way the material was caught between the flesh of her leg and her buttock. His mouth watered as the desire to grab that cheek and bite it gently overtook him. He'd seen asses like that before, but only on the internet.
Beneath the white material he could make out the high waisted panty line that curved around the cheek, disappearing over her hip. In his mind he could feel his fingers sliding along that sweet line and pulling her against his groin. He'd make her feel the effect her body had on him. He'd show her good!
And then his mother stood up.
"Hi baby!" Elaine said cheerfully. "You okay?" she asked when her son couldn't respond right away.
Jake stammered, unable to answer. His brain was foggy, and unable to process the fact that it was his mother he'd been fantasizing about. He tried to turn away, but stumbled as he tried to move, catching himself on the table.
"Jake? Baby?" Elaine rushed to his side, taking hold of his shoulders to steady him. "You okay?"
"Damn, that's hot." Jake nodded to his mother, assuring him he was alright and then made his way towards his room.
He turned once to take another look and found her watching him closely. His mother stood in the streaming sunlight, her pretty face framed by blond locks that seemed to be perfectly tousled about her face. An ivory silk blouse covered her top, her breasts pushing out at the sides completing the hourglass figure he'd never seemed to notice before. His mother was fucking hot, how did he not know this?
Jake lay down in his room, replaying the moment over and over again. He could not shake the image of his mother bent over and how it had made him feel. As he pictured her his body responded to the memory and soon his cock was at full mast and aching for release. Still, their lingered doubt and shame. She was his mother for god's sake! He couldn't toss off thinking about her! What kind of perv does that?
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Days later Jake was dressed for a dinner out with his parents. He waited on the couch, watching television with his father while his mother got ready. When at last she came out he was stunned once again. Her hair was done up like a 1940's starlet, all soft and perfectly coifed. Bright, red lips and flawless skin with a strand of pearls draped around her neck, she was more beautiful than he'd ever remembered. She wore a navy blue dress with large white buttons under her tits, a wide collar split into a deep plunging neckline and her cleavage was breathtaking. A sea of breast flesh was on display and he could feel his jaw go slack.
"Damn baby, you look good!" his father said with a quick whistle.
Jake noticed that his mother thanked her husband, but her eyes never left his. She seemed to be enjoying the way he was looking at her, almost as if she were daring him to drink her in. Jake could only nod when his father asked him if he agreed, afraid to speak and have his voice betray him.
He followed his mother out the door, enjoying the way her ass swayed from side to side as she walked in front of him. His father got in the driver's seat and Jake was about to open the back door when he caught that his mother was waiting at her door. Quickly, he grabbed the door handle and helped his mother to her seat. As she sat down he caught sight of the tops of her stockings. The white hose was capped in a lacy pattern and then the dress pulled up another inch and he could see the tops of her thighs.
Jake could imagine sliding his hands up those legs, hearing the soft whisper urging him higher and higher, to push her skirt up and discover all that was hidden beneath. He licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry and then he looked up in fear. His mother was watching him, her eyes intently boring into his, as if she could read every thought as if they'd been written on his face. He mumbled an apology, but his mother's face never betrayed a hint of displeasure.
He sat in the back of the car in silence as his parents spoke casually on the way to the restaurant. He was grateful not to have to say anything, his thoughts were far from anything he cared to discuss with his father in the car. "Hey dad, did you notice Mom is incredibly fuckable tonight?"
At dinner Jake sat across from his father, his mother between them in a semi circle booth. He spent most of the night stealing peeks at his mother's breasts, his heart skipping a beat when she would laugh and the soft orbs would jiggle. He worried that she would catch him and she did, but she didn't seem to be upset by his leering. She arched her eyebrow in a questioning manner, as if she might be asking if he approved. Jake certainly approved, his steel pole was a testament to her desirability.
"I'll go find the waiter," his father announced when Elaine mentioned that she needed more coffee after the dishes had been cleared. Jake watched his father get up and suddenly he worried that his mother might be using the ploy to get him alone to chastise him for his wandering eyes. She stared at him, her head tilted down and away from him in a coy manner and she gave him a seductive smile. Jake felt his heart melt and he blushed deeply, the warmth creeping up from some unseen furnace. Elaine stirred the remnants of her coffee and then tapped the spoon on the rim of her cup. She dropped the spoon and it fell to the floor. Jake froze, he wanted to dive for the spoon, but he couldn't do that, his mother wouldn't stand for such brazen behavior.
"Jake, will you grab that for me?" she whispered softly. Looking about to see if anyone was paying attention to them.
His heart was pounding so loudly, it was a wonder not everyone in the restaurant could hear it. Jake couldn't believe that his mother suggested the very thing he'd been hoping to do! He nodded quickly and then scooted out of the booth. Crawling on his knees, he ducked under the table cloth and disappeared from view.
Jake could see her legs, the soft sheen of the hose sparkling dully in the dim light beneath the table. Beneath the blue skirt he could just make out a pair of white panties covering her pussy, or maybe he imagined it, he couldn't be sure. His heart raced even faster as his mother spread her knees apart and he could see up to the vee where her legs came together. He stared so hard that he might have willed her legs to spread! Now, with more light, he could make out her underwear more clearly. They were lace trimmed and satin, and was that a damp spot he was seeing?
"Better hurry up, darling. Don't want your father catching you under the table," his mother said sweetly, as if she were offering him a treat if he finished his chores.
Jake scrambled to find the spoon and when his fingers wrapped around the cold metal, he pushed out from under the table. As he sat down his father came into view, the waiter in tow. His mother declined dessert after her cup was refilled.
Jake tried to catch her eye, but she refused to look at him. Was she upset? Was she going to say something to his father? He hadn't done anything more than she'd asked, right? He didn't pry her legs apart. Did she blame him for what had happened?
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On the car ride home Jake's mind was a twisted mess. He fretted, clenching and unclenching his sweaty fists as he tried to understand his mother's manner. Of course she was mad, he had looked up her skirt! She didn't open her legs for him to look, it was accidental; she was only adjusting her legs for comfort. Jake was the pervert who had spied on his mother, surely she was trying to find a way to explain this to his father, who in no way would take kindly to his son trying to peep on his wife!
When they arrived home, Jake excused himself to his room quickly. He took off his clothes and lay down in the bed in just his underwear, staring at the ceiling as he relived the moment of seeing his mother's panty covered sex. So many years under the same roof and he'd never noticed what a hot piece of ass his mother was! How could that happen? And now, within just a week he'd not only noticed, but his over excited hormones had creeped his mother out!
Still, despite the shame and worry, he couldn't help but be aroused by her. Even as he lay and worried about his mother and what she might say, he could feel the effect her body was having on him. He slowly stroked his cock through his boxer shorts, teasing himself as he imagined her as she came out of the bedroom in her dress looking like a sexy starlet and then as he looked up her dress. He couldn't feel all bad about what happened, he'd do it again he knew.
As he lay in the soft glow of his bedside lamp the door opened and his mother was standing there watching him. Jake froze, knowing that he'd been caught, but to jerk his hands away would only confirm his guilt. He slowly let go of his cock and tried to act as if he'd been doing nothing inappropriate, except for the fact that he was fully hard and his cock couldn't be hidden.
His mother looked down the hall, then stepped into his room and closed the door quietly. She was still wearing her pearls and her lips were still a bright red. She'd taken off the dress and had put on a short dressing robe that came to about mid thigh. In the soft lamplight he could see her smooth thighs and her delicate looking calves, so toned and shapely. She held the top of the robe closed and the swell of her breasts threatened to spill out.
Jake swallowed hard, his cock beginning to throb as he took in the sight of her. It was like a dream, or a porn movie where the starlet offers herself to the unsuspecting man. He began to tremble, unsure if he was once again reading more into the situation than was really there and his fear began to win out over his rampaging libido.
"Yes?" he croaked. His mother smiled and moved closer to the bed, coming to stand right next to him. If she had moved right up against the bed he could have looked up her robe, Jake thought, but she stopped short. A soft scent emanated from her and he became heady with it. He could feel his mind swim and he was forced to close his eyes as he was overtaken. A moment later he opened his eyes and once again she gave him that appraising smile.
