It was just past midnight when Andrew stumbled home after being out drinking with his friends. The party had been broken early up by the cops, but not until after he and two friends managed to finish off the remaining half bottle of tequila before running out the back door.
The eighteen year old high school senior fumbled with his key in the door, trying not to wake his parents. In the foyer he breathed a sigh of relief as he quietly closed the door behind him. On his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water before going to bed, Andy noticed that the light had been left on and froze in the doorway at the sight before him.
His mother, Jessica, had her back to him and appeared to be reaching for something in the sink. She was bent over the edge of the counter. Andy's eyes widened as they traced the curves of her legs up from her bare feet to the hem of her nightie that was pulled up exposing her thighs. As she squirmed around, her legs shifted causing the black lace hem to occasionally lift up high enough to reveal a glimpse of her panties. It was obvious to Andy that his mother's panties matched the dark orange satin nightie that only barely covered the rest of her. His cock responded to the sight before him, despite the fact that it was his own mother that he was leering at, and began to stiffen.
Jessica, a mother of two, had always been athletic and at 42 she still had the body to prove it. She was a tall woman, 6'1", with a thin athletic frame. Her thick dirty blonde hair fell in a tangle past her shoulders. Normally, she would never wear lingerie around the house, but knowing that her son was out for the night she figured that she could quickly wash out a glass before heading up to bed without anyone seeing her.
She was wrong.
Oblivious of her audience, or the show that she was giving, Jessica continued to move around while bent over the sink. Andy has always been very aware of how attractive his mother was, but since she mostly wore conservative clothes around the house, he had never had a chance to truly appreciate her body. He leaned against the wall while taking in the sight before him. As his mother's legs shifted from side to side, her ass jiggled and the hem of her nightie danced across her firm ass. His eyes settled on the thin black lace hem of her nightie under which her long beautiful legs disappeared. He shifted his weight slightly while watching the show, causing the floor to creak.
"Andy? Is that you?" His mother sounded anxious as she turned her head to him.
Turning to face her son she felt relieved until she remembered what she was wearing, then she wondered how long he had been standing in the doorway watching her. The thought of someone besides her husband seeing her in such a sexy outfit made her blush.
"I'm stuck. I need your help." She pleaded with him.
Andy didn't move as his mother turned her body, offering him a frontal view of her outfit. She wore a dark orange satin nightie that didn't even cover half of her thigh when she was standing up, which explains why her panties were only barely covered when she was bent over. The nightie was held up by two thin spaghetti straps and trimmed with black lace. The front of her negligee was slit up her left thigh, nearly up to her belly button. Given how her body was twisted around, the two sides of the slit had parted and Andy could clearly see his mother's entire thigh and the thin black waistband of her panties, which he had already discovered was a matching orange satin.
"I came down to wash a glass, but my wedding ring fell into the sink. I tried to get it, but my bracelet got caught on the garbage disposal. Can you help me get out?"
His mother's right arm was stuck in the sink and prevented her from standing up straight. As she spoke, her body shifted and he was periodically treated to a view of his mother's pussy pressing against the thin satin fabric of her panties. His mother's hair fell across her left shoulder, covering her one breast, but her other was mostly visible to his hungry eyes. The top of her nightie was also trimmed in black lace and only covered her breast up to her nipple leaving most of her soft flesh exposed to him. The neckline was cut deeply offering her son a tantalizing view of the valley between her breasts, framed in black lace.
Andy ignored his mother as she spoke. His attention was drawn to the flashes of her panties and the bouncing of her breasts beneath the thin material. Each glimpse of his mother's panties triggered an increase in blood flow to his hardening cock.
"Andy!" She snapped. "Don't just stand there staring at me like that. Come over here and help me." She knew that she had a sexy body and what effect it would have on a teenage boy, but she never expected to see her son gawking at her like that. Realizing that her own son was looking at her body in a way that only her husband had seen caused a tingle between her legs that rippled through her body. In an instant, she felt vulnerable, confused and desperate.
Andy snapped out of it and finally returned to reality.
"The first thing I need to do is turn off the disposal. We don't want any accidents."
Jessica turned back around and resumed her futile struggle against the drain while her son walked across the room to her rescue.
"Step aside a little so I can reach the switch." Andy knelt beside his mother and opened the door under the sink. He searched around a little until he found the off switch against the back wall. While looking for the switch he felt his mother's warm thigh brush against his arm several times. After finding the switch he kept up the act of looking and managed to press the side of his face against his mother's smooth thigh. The close physical contact made his cock swell further in his pants.
"Any luck finding the switch?" The impatience in her voice was palpable.
"I see it, it's all the way in the back though." Andy lost his balance while reaching for the switch and his other hand grabbed on to whatever it could to prop himself up - his mother's thigh. While stretching for the switch he was acutely aware of the fact that his hand was pressed against his mother's naked flesh, inches away from her pussy. His cock lurched in his pants, straining against his shorts. He wasn't alone; Jessica too felt a tingle course through her body as her son's strong hand grasped her leg. She thought she should say something but she knew that it was innocent and didn't want to embarrass her son nor did she want him to move his hand.
"Got it," he exclaimed after holding out for a moment or two. "Ok, now let's get your hand out of there." He released his mother's leg and stood next to her in front of the sink.
He took her wrist in his hands and pulled and twisted while trying to free her. After several minutes he was ready to give up.
"I have an idea. On the nightstand in my bedroom there is a bottle of baby oil. Maybe a little lubrication will get me out of here."
"Ok, let's try it." Andy dutifully released his mother's hand and went to retrieve the oil. He crept into his parent's room trying not to awaken his father in the process. Minutes later he returned to his original spot in the doorway to the kitchen. With his mother again focusing on freeing her hand he watched her long legs shifting and the hem of her nightie bouncing across her ass. He felt a guilty thrill every time her panties came into view.
