Mom's Impromptu Fashion Show

I heard the front door open and shut.

Must be Mom getting home

, I thought to myself. I was in the basement gaming, off for the weekend. I saved my game and turned it off, slowly making my way over to the stairs and walking up to say hi to her.

I was still living at home, which I used to feel more embarrassed about as a guy in his early 20s, but I couldn't deny how great it was to save up money for the future. I was an only child and Dad was still traveling a lot for work, so it was mostly just Mom and I at home. I knew she liked spending time with me and I did a lot around the house to help her and Dad.

I walked into the kitchen, grabbing a drink before heading up to her bedroom. She had mentioned she was going out for a while this morning to do some shopping. I hadn't been truly paying attention to what she was saying, so I wasn't sure what exactly she was shopping for. It was the afternoon now, so she had been gone for a while. Dad was away for the weekend, so it was just the two of us again.

She was appraising two dresses on her bed, hands on her hips, when she saw me walk in. She had a bunch of shopping bags on the floor by her closet as well. She had her long, dark hair tied up in a bun, her green eyes deep in thought. She stood a head shorter than me, and had always been in fairly good shape; she did carry a little extra weight but it always suited her quite well.

"Hey, sweetie, how's your day been?" she asked cheerily.

"Not bad Mom, how about you? Looks like you were busy today," I said, jutting my chin towards the outfits on the bed and the bags on the floor.

"Yeah, I might have gotten a little carried away. That always seems to happen when I go shopping," she laughed. "I might have to take some of this stuff back, we'll see."

"What's the occasion for all this new stuff?" I asked, casting my eyes over the dresses laid out on the bed, one black, one baby blue.

"Nothing in particular. I just - I wanted to spruce things up a little and just feel good, you know? I haven't really had much to look forward to these days. Retail therapy has never failed me!"

Despite her bright disposition, I could read between the lines. Dad was always away, I was often at work myself, and most of her friends still worked, so I knew she felt lonely fairly often. I tried to show an interest in her purchases, hoping it would boost her spirits. "Looks like you got some nice things," I said, running my hand along the material of the black dress.

"Oh yeah, there were some great items for sale today. I

might

have burned a hole in your Dad's credit card, but you won't tell him that, will you?" she giggled.

"I promise I won't, Mom. It's just between you and me," I smiled back at her.

"Thanks, honey. Do you think I could trouble you for a favour?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure, whatever you need, Mom."

She hesitated. "I'm just not sure some of these outfits work on me. Would you mind if I tried some of them on and you can tell me your honest opinion? You don't have to be nice just for my benefit, I really want to know what you truly think. If there are any that don't work, I want to know so I can return them."

I sat down on her bed. "Yeah, of course, no problem at all. Though I can't say I'm the world authority on women's fashion," I admitted with a smirk.

"I know, sweetheart. That's ok. It's just good to get another opinion. I asked some of the ladies working in the stores and I think they probably just told me what I wanted to hear to make a sale. Besides, it would be good to get a man's opinion!"

"All right, go for it Mom," I said, leaning back, propping myself on the heels of my hands.

"Ok, great!" she said with an excited expression on her face. She snatched up the dresses from her bed and all the bags in her hand to bring into her closet. I laughed as she could barely manage them all in one maneuver. She closed the door and I pulled out my phone out of my shorts pocket to scroll as she changed.

The closet door opened slowly, and her voice sounded from within. "All ready for me?"

"Yep, let's see what you've got, Mom."

She ambled out in the black dress that had been on the bed, covering her shoulders with a V-shaped neckline, flowing down and ending just below her knee. She was smiling, and struck a silly pose, bending one knee up behind her and tilting her head back.

"So, what do you think, sweetie?" she asked, doing a little spin, the dress twirling with her.

It fit her nicely, hugging her figure up above, the dark hue matching her hair well. As nice as it looked on her, the best thing about it was the confidence it inspired in her as she wore it.

"It looks great on you Mom, it really does. Fits you pretty well," I said genuinely, no hint of sarcasm or teasing in my voice.

"Aww, thanks honey. You're so sweet. I'm really glad you like it! Ok, this one is a keeper then. Let me try on the next one," she said, turning back into the closet, blowing me a kiss on the way out.

After a few moments, she returned wearing a white blouse and a tight pair of dark blue jeans, rounded out with low heels.

"I really like this top, but I wasn't sure about the jeans..." she trailed off, smoothing them out on her thighs with both hands.

"Well, they look pretty good, I think. Maybe - maybe turn around a bit? So I can see how they fit?" I suggested.

She turned slowly, pausing in profile, before completing the revolution. They certainly were tight jeans; I actually had no idea how she got into them so quickly. They were definitely Mom jeans, high-waisted and hugging her hips. I couldn't help but notice how her ass seemed to pop, boosted no doubt by the heels she was wearing.

"Great jeans, Mom, seriously," I said.

"Not too tight?" she asked, tugging up on the belt loops, the curve of her ass accentuated even further.

I was transfixed, and had to remind myself not to stare openly. "No, I think that's the style, right?"

"Yeah, I think so! Thanks, cutie! Yay, I can't wait to wear these out," she said, hustling back to the closet, her heels clacking slightly on the floor as she did.

I shifted around on the edge of the bed, the sight of her ass remaining firmly in my consciousness. I hadn't seen an ass up close like that in a long time; I hadn't exactly been tearing up the dating world lately - or even the casual hook-up world.

She strode out with another big smile on her face, adorned now with the baby blue dress. I didn't clock it right away, but I suddenly realized she had let her hair down this time around; the effect was striking, her tresses cascading just down past her shoulders, highlighting her plunging neckline. As she walked up more closely, it was difficult not to focus solely on her cleavage; she was definitely on display in this dress.

It was as if she could read my true thoughts, despite my attempt to remain stone-faced. "So, you like this one?" she seemed to state more than ask, her tone a little more covert this time around.

I nodded my head, watching as she went through the routine of spinning around. This one ended above her knee, and while her ass wasn't as prominently shown here as it was in her jeans, I still marveled at its fullness.

She approached more closely, lowering her head to mine. "What do you like about it?"

I swallowed, thinking quickly. "The colour looks beautiful on you Mom, it really brings out your features nicely."

She put a hand to my chin, elevating it slightly so our faces were parallel; the familiar scent of her perfume bloomed in my nose. She kissed my cheek softly. "Thank you, you are just the sweetest boy. Thank you for doing this, you're making me feel really pretty."

"Anytime Mom," I managed to reply, a little taken aback at the forward nature of her kiss. We tended to kiss only to say goodnight, and they were quick mechanical pecks; this felt like a more grateful token of affection.

She returned to the closet, shooting me a small smirk as she closed the door. I was dismayed to realize I was starting to feel a familiar stiffening in my shorts. There was something about the way she was showing off, and seeming to enjoy it, that got my heart racing. I placed my hands casually over my lap, hoping I would be able to hide what was happening.

She stepped slowly out in a flowing skirt, ending above her knee, with a button-up top. She had left the top two buttons undone, her cleavage quite apparent again, and I could just make out the cup of her pink bra with a quick glance. She twirled a little more vigorously this time, giggling, her hair flying, and I got a split-second glimpse of her pink panties as her skirt flared.

Matching lingerie

, I couldn't help but think.

"Is it too much, sweetheart?" she asked innocently, but I detected a playful edge to her tone. She was having fun; I realized that she probably never got to do this kind of thing with Dad, and rarely had direct attention like this.

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. "Um, no, Mom. It looks like something nice to wear on a night out, or something."

She scooped up the end of the skirt in both hands, swaying it around in her hands, and I could again see her pink panties peeking out. "Are you sure? Wasn't sure someone my age should be caught wearing a skirt like this."

"You look great, Mom, honestly," I said, keeping both hands locked in position in my lap, bringing my legs together.

"Thanks honey. I just have to be careful with how I sit with this on," she chuckled, sitting next to me on the bed, crossing her legs to demonstrate. "I can't do

this

," she continued, uncrossing her legs, positioning them a little wider than she needed to. I was torn, hoping for another peek of underwear, but also wanting to look down her top, where more of her pink bra was visible.

I laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, I guess not."

She patted my thigh affectionately, close to where my hands were situated. "Ok, I'll show you something a bit different for the next one," she said excitedly.

She zipped back in the closet. I removed my hands from my lap momentarily, confirming my suspicion that I was nearly fully hard now. I did have boxer briefs on, but the material making up my shorts was fairly thin, and it didn't leave much to the imagination. I didn't want to interrupt Mom doing this; she was so happy and I wanted her to feel good about herself. I would just have to keep this embarrassing situation to myself.

She popped out, and I had to fight to keep my expression neutral. She was wearing pyjamas, consisting of

very

short shorts, and a plaid flannel top with, again, a few buttons undone at the top. Her breasts were straining at the remaining buttons, the shirt clearly one or two sizes too small. Her shorts were remarkably tight, and her ass and hips were practically laid bare in them.

"I thought these would be cute jammies, what do you think?" she asked, doing a silly little dance, shaking her ass around to imaginary music.

"They're really cute, Mom, I agree," I said, the throbbing under my hands becoming stronger by the second.

"Yeah, good for lounging, or cuddling," she said, coming dangerously close to me, turning around, her ass nearly in my face. She pulled up at the waistband, the material nearly disappearing into the crack of her ass, and I could feel my pulse pounding.

"They look comfy to sleep in," I said, trying to come up with anything I could think of that sounded innocuous.

"Definitely, although most of the time I end up sleeping in my panties and bra," she admitted, almost as an afterthought.

"You do?" I said, genuinely surprised by this information. I always saw her in pyjamas late at night, but had never seen her in underwear.

"Yeah, of course! It's so much easier to sleep that way. I buy all my underwear specifically with that in mind."

"Really?" was all I could think of to say.

"Yeah! See, look at how soft the line is," she said, pulling her shorts down to her ankles, kicking them off, then running her finger along the edge of her panties. "It's like they're barely there," she said with a smile.

Because she was drawing my attention to them, I felt like I had permission to stare directly. I watched how she touched her panties and how they clung to her tightly. I swore I could make out the contour of her lips, as well as the hint of pubic hair through the material. As much as I was enthralled with how she looked, I recognized she was presenting me with an opportunity to ask for more.

"Yeah, that's really cool Mom. Is your bra like that too, then?"

"Yeah it is! Here, let me show you," she said quickly, sitting next to me on the bed and unbuttoning her top. She worked her arms out of her sleeves, revealing her heavy tits, bulging against the pink cups of her bra. She ran her fingertips along the edge of her cups, and then up the straps. "See how soft they are?"

"I see, yeah that's awesome Mom," I said, feeling my cock straining against my underwear, shorts, and hands, fighting to be free in the wake of my Mom's impromptu exhibition.

"Here, feel it," she said, apparently unconvinced I understood well enough. She brought my hand to her strap, placing my fingertips on her bra strap and guiding them down, tracing the line. When my fingers met her cup, she led them all around the outside. I could feel the warmth and softness of her skin, and I couldn't believe I was basically touching her tits directly. She grabbed my other hand with her free hand, so that both of my hands were circling the edge of her bra.

"It's...really nice, Mom," I breathed out, our faces suddenly close. We locked eyes as she continued to guide the movement of my hands, and it felt like she was narrowing the radius of the circles now. I saw her gaze shift downwards, and there was no hiding the prominent tent in my shorts. She looked back at me, an intent look in her eyes.

"Make sure you feel how soft my panties are, too," she whispered, bringing my hands down, still in hers, my fingertips now running along the material from top to bottom and back. A subtle shudder and exhale of breath escaped her as my fingers continued along their path; I could feel the warmth through the fabric as we moved lower together.

"They feel really amazing, Mom," I admitted, the most honest thing I had said that day.

"Do you...sleep in underwear too, sweetie?" she asked, our foreheads nearly touching now as we drew close.

"Yeah I do," I said, the tightness in my shorts reaching its peak as she continued guiding my fingers up and down the length of her panties.

"Do you mind if I see, honey?" she asked, a hitch in her speech as she said the word

see

.

I found myself shaking my head. "No I don't mind, Mom. Sure," I said, reticent to remove my hands from her panties, but also desperately wanting to unbutton my shorts for her. I did so, sliding them down, the tent enormous in my boxer briefs, a small wet spot visible at the apex.

"Oh they look

so

soft, cutie-pie. May I feel?" she asked, reaching out. I nodded, feeling the flush in my face and chest. She rested her hands on my thighs, on either side of my tent, as if oblivious to its presence. She dug her fingertips in to the material slightly, relishing the sensation. She ran her fingers up and down my thighs, shifting slightly inwards, her inner fingers now almost at the base of my shaft. I returned my hands to her panties, hearing her gasp as my fingertips found the warm, wet patch that was increasingly visible.

I could feel the pre-cum building at my tip, oozing out into the material as her hands moved inward further, turning and moving unmistakably upward now, the friction against my shaft insanely enjoyable. I hadn't been touched like this in a long time, and I suspected my Mom hadn't either.

We were both breathing heavier now, my gaze locked on her lips, mere inches away from mine. We exchanged no words for a little while as we slowly rubbed each other through our underwear, but both of us began letting out occasional moans and gasps.

"Sometimes I don't wear my bra to bed," she started, words punctuated by breaths. "Do you want to see?" she asked with urgency in her voice.

"Yeah, let me help you with that Mom," I said, reaching up to unclasp her bra from behind. There was an incredible release of tension as I got her unhooked, the weight of her tits clearly straining the material. Her bra fell away, and I was amazed at how heavy her tits looked. They hung down, somewhat saggy, but so beautiful; I always knew she was blessed with size, but had no idea she was so shapely. Her dark red areolas extended out further than I expected, and her nipples were larger than I ever imagined.

At this point she had switched to a slow stroking motion with one hand, still gentle, while she used her free index finger to tease my tip, and I knew my pre-cum was coating her.

I returned one hand to the growing wet patch in her panties, stroking along with her pace, and used my other hand to hold her very full breast, kissing all around it. I used my tongue to outline her areola slowly, before flicking it over her bare nipple, kissing it and sucking it into my mouth deeply. As soon as I did, I felt her pace quicken on my cock, stroking with more grip and need.

"That's it, baby," she whispered, kissing my head as I sucked her nipple with abandon. Her panties felt truly drenched now as I rubbed her, trying to find her clit through the fabric. Without warning she lifted the edge of my boxer briefs up and over my unbelievably hard and drippy cock, the scent of pre-cum apparent immediately. I didn't stop sucking her nipple as she yanked them fully off me, wrapping her hand around me and stroking me with a maddeningly slow but intoxicating pace.

I paused my oral revelry, looking down to see her petite hand around me, my balls bouncing slowly as she worked my shaft. I wasted no time and reached for her panties, pulling them quickly off her, the small V-patch of hair coming into view, her thick, dark pink labia shining in the light. Her hand gripped the back of my head, holding onto my hair frantically as I found her clit and began short, quick circles with my fingertip. I had never smelled a pussy as beautiful as hers, the musk so feminine, making me almost feral.

We sat, masturbating each other, and locked eyes again. Finally we kissed, the neediest, horniest kisses I've ever had, quick ones at first; then our tongues found each other and did not part. She stroked me furiously as I spread her pussy open, wanting to slide a finger inside; she stopped me before I could.

"No, baby, I only want the real thing inside me," she said between kisses. She stood up in front of me, her chest rising and falling quickly with her shallow breaths. I opened my legs, shifting to the edge of the bed, and she crawled on top of me, legs wide apart. I put my hands on her gorgeous, full ass, helping to guide her descent, and she grabbed my cock to position it at her entrance as she slid onto me.

I had never felt a pussy as sweet as hers. It was warm, wet, soft, and hugged me so perfectly. She dropped down until my balls were against her ass, then stopped. We returned to our frantic kissing, my hands gripping her ass fiercely. We sat like that for a while, savouring the feeling of connected bodies. I began to suck her nipples again, wanting all of her I could get, and I felt her hips start to shift up and down slowly on me.

I used my hands to add lift to her hips, feeling her pussy slide back and forth on me, my cock and balls soaked in her fluid. She held my head in her hands again, increasing her pace. "Fuck, that's my boy, you're so fucking good at this, sweetie."

I moaned into her nipple, smacking her ass with both hands simultaneously. She squealed, running her hands through my hair, her ass bouncing off my lap now.