Thanks for taking the time to read this story. All characters are over 18 years of age. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real persons is by pure coincidence.
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She looked at me with those sparkling blue eyes. Mischief played there as she raised delicately trimmed eyebrows, "Well? What do you think?"
What could I think? My mother stood before me on her 40th birthday awaiting my father to exit their bedroom. She stood there with very little clothing on. This was not like her at all. My mother is the flannel nightgown at 10 minutes past dinner every night! My mother wears baggy sweatshirts and crappy old pants. Not THIS evening!
"Will he like it? Would you like it?"
Would I like it? YES, I DO like it, I thought as my cock thickened down my pant leg.
"Cat got your tongue?" she giggles playfully as she turned to wash her hands bending slightly at the kitchen sink.
The dress was some sort of form fitting knit and the form it fit was delectable. Five inch black pump heels held tiny feet and thin but shapely calves. The hem was short enough to bring your eyes up about six inches of tanned thigh. Mom's narrow hips and even slimmer waist just begged to have arms wrapped around them. That ass. What a gorgeous ass! Firm but not full. It used to sag a little but that was before she started exercising the previous year.
"Looks great, Mom," I sputtered and she turned at the waist, looked over her shoulder and playfully smiled scanning my face and then down toward my hips.
"Glad you approve, young man," she nodded to my erection with a giggle.
At 18, I was easily aroused. Shit, a shampoo commercial could get me aroused and Mom liked to tease me about it. I hid my erection by standing behind a kitchen chair.
Mom's smile was brilliant and wide, lips colored a soft pink. Around her neck she wore a long strand of pearls that hung down to her cleavage resting in the darker patch of skin there. My cock further tented out my pants as I took in her full bosom. Overweight as a teen, her chest had over-developed but as she lost weight after having me and also again over the last year, her breasts had not lost much of their heft. It was a joke with Dad that Mom didn't really like. She didn't like strange men ogling her and she normally wore bulky sweaters or sweatshirts. This black mini dress was a rare treat. Those full breasts heaved with each breath and it caused me to catch my breath.
"Wow! Honey, you look fabulous!" Dad exclaimed as he tossed on a suit jacket over his golf shirt.
"Jim! Not that old jacket, go get the other one I laid out on the bed!" she laughed. Turning to me, "You know, it's not too late for you to come with us. Are you sure you won't come?"
Hiding behind the chair I firmly shook my head.
"Well give me a hug then and wish me the best on my birthday! I'm getting so old!"
She came around and I couldn't avoid her seeing my bulge in my pants. She glanced down, smiled and pulled me in. Her tits crushed against my chest and my cock throbbed against her thigh. I felt her rub my back and pull me even tighter to her. My arms naturally enveloped her narrow waist and rested on the tops of her hips. Ah such peace this was ... and ... what a piece she was!
"Ok, young man," she whispered in my ear, "I wish we could hug much longer but this old gal already has a dinner date!"
They went out the door and I made my way upstairs to my computer. I looked at a couple of porn sites and stroked my cock. Warm, thick, and full, I stroked my dick up and down for several minutes. Leaning back in my chair, I watched a "mature" woman and a younger guy go at it. And I thought of my mom and shot my load into the palm of my hand. Wow, that was much more intense than I expected.
I'd thought of mom sexually before but tonight something had me going. That tiny black dress and those heels on her perfect feet must have done it, I thought.
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A bit more than an hour later, I was horny again. I snuck into Mom and Dad's room and found their top dresser drawer open. It was a treasure of toys, some that I wasn't very familiar with. There were old condoms that were no longer needed since Dad got his balls snipped. There were some silicone rings with bumps on them. An unopened bag showed them to be cock-rings. I wasn't sure what they were used for. There was lube, a dildo and a vibrator still in its package. I set them aside and then I found a purple pouch. Inside was a harness and attached to the harness was a small plastic device right at the center of the crotch. Digging deeper into the bag, I found a remote control and turned it on and heard a barely audible hum. It came from the plastic device in the crotch of the harness. The more I turned the dial, the more it hummed.
I smelled it and realized that mom had worn it before. Not only that, she'd worn it many times before. My cock was rock hard and I didn't hesitate to stroke it. I wrapped Mom's harness around my cock and played with the remote feeling the vibration sensation increase and decrease. I began to feel light headed when I began to wonder where Mom had worn this before.
Their car pulled into the garage and I cleaned up as fast as I could. I rushed to get out of their room before they came upstairs! I tried to remember how the stuff was stacked in the drawer and just tossed it in as quickly as possible. Heading to the door with my cock swinging back and forth, I realized I had left the harness on my cock. Quickly, I tossed it back toward the drawer hoping it would go in, hastily pulled up my pants and exited the bedroom as silently as possible.
We met in the den and mom flopped down on the couch. She bent down to remove her heels and I loved how her tits spilled forward and jiggled as she tugged off her shoes, her purple veins visible through soft white skin. I sighed and sat across from her. Dad looked wiped and went to bed.
Mom sat back and her head rolled back against the couch, "Can you be a dear and get me a very full glass of that red wine, honey?"
Getting up, I grabbed a pillow to hide the bulge until I had walked behind the couch. I casually tossed the pillow back on the coach. Mom smirked. When I returned, she was reclined on the couch so I put the glass down on the end table, took off those spike heels and rubbed her feet.
"Your father is absolutely out," she commented before quickly slugging down half the wine I'd brought her.
"What happened?"
"He saw Brad Johnson and the two of them went to the bar leaving me with Brad's boring wife. By the time they came back to the table, your father was trashed. So, we had appetizers, paid the bill and left. I had to drive home!"
Her eyes turned red and she crossed her legs violently and she stopped short and looked at me as if she'd briefly forgotten something. Those legs called to me and I couldn't help but glance but I held that glance too long, and she smiled.
"Honey," she paused, "exactly what were you doing in my room?"
"Oh, I was looking for some Tylenol. I ran out in my bathroom."
"Uh-huh. A HEAD-ache?"
"Yes, a headache."
"Which HEAD, young man?"
Busted. I didn't know what to say. I stammered but nothing really came out.
She laughed and I felt better, "Look, I know you're curious and I know that finding a young woman, your age, who you can experiment with ... I know it's difficult. What do we always say?"
"Stay safe."
"That's right, honey," she paused taking a gulp of wine and licking some off her lips. Then a drip rolled down her glass, she scooped it with her finger and then casually sucked it off her finger. "Do you get random uhhh erections?"
"Yeah, I guess. Not quite random."
