I had recently divorced my wife of 26 years when I found her in bed fucking her best friend. Most men might find the idea of their wives involved in a sexual affair with another woman hot and maybe I would have had she been open and honest with me about her bisexuality, but that was not the case.
Then after finding out that she was also sucking cocks at the club, she and her friends hung out at, the list of betrayals kept growing and I had enough. Fortunately, our twins, Anthony, and Andraya, who were both adults now, understood the reasoning behind it. Needless to say, my wife is currently not very popular with the two of them.
So here I was, 50 years old, living alone in a two-bedroom flat near the city center, and not getting much enjoyment from it, as my heart was still aching and not much for having fun. Thankfully, my mom invited herself to come stay with me for a while. I was not keen on the idea at first, but since she lost my stepfather to cancer a year ago, I figured she could use the company of another as much as I could.
Mom was now sixty-eight and had taken surprisingly good care of herself. She had a little extra fluff around her midsection, and her hair was now completely gray, but she only had a few wrinkles here and there, so, she was still extremely attractive for her age, not that it mattered to me because she was my mom and of course I loved her regardless.
After mom had been at my place for a few weeks, my emotions seemed to lift and I felt as if things were going to get better after all, thanks mostly to her encouragement and support. I started to feel good enough that her and I began to explore the city center, taking in all the sites and enjoying the plentiful shops and restaurants with many specialized cuisines.
One morning, after mom had gotten up early to have breakfast with a few of her girlfriends, I went into the bathroom to get the clothes hamper to do some laundry.
As I was loading clothes into the washing machine, I came across a pair of panties, no doubt belonging to mom, as the only other woman to visit me was my daughter, Kari, and she had not stayed long enough to leave her panties in the hamper.
Now I do not remember ever having sexual feelings for my mom, but for some odd reason, I was enthralled by these panties. They were white satin, with a bit of lace near the crotch, and they felt so soft in my hands. I stood there looking at them, running my fingers across the silky material.
I noticed, when I turned them over, a slight yellowish spot on the crotch panel. A sudden urge to smell them came over me, as I lifted her panties to my face. I began breathing in and immediately got the smell of pussy inside my nasal passages, filling my head with the slight pungent sweet odor of mom's sex, thrilling every bit of my senses.
Mom smelled heavenly as I continued holding the panties to my nose and in no time at all, my cock was throbbing, wanting out of my shorts. I breathed more of her in while reaching down and pushing my gym shorts down, freeing my hard prick into the air where I wrapped my free hand around it.
I started to stroke my thickness, smelling mom's panties, and imagining burying my face into her pussy, then getting on top of her and sliding my cock deep inside. Where these thoughts came from, I do not know, but they were going to make me lose my load damn quick as I felt the surge moving up from deep inside.
The first spasm hit and a rope of cum shot out of me, landing halfway across the laundry room floor, followed by several more with each pulse of my climax. I cannot remember the last time I came that hard and felt a little lightheaded when it finally subsided, so much so that I had to reach over to the washing machine just to steady myself.
I lowered mom's panties from my face and tossed them into machine with the rest of the clothes. I quickly pulled my shorts back up and hurriedly cleaned the cum up off the floor as I thought I heard mom returning to my apartment. It ended up being the neighbors making the noise, so there was no need to hurry after all.
Then I became curious as to what other kinds of panties mom had, so I went into the spare bedroom and had a look inside the dresser drawers, opening a couple until I found the treasures that I was seeking. She liked colors, as the pair that I had jerked off while smelling, were the only white ones she had. All the others were bright colors with some pastels and a couple of black lacy ones that would show her naughty bits.
It was safe to say that mom really liked splurging on her underwear judging by the name brand on each one, Victoria's Secret. Just running my hands through the delicate fabrics got me excited again, as my began to harden once more. I could not believe the thoughts and feelings going through my mind as I fantasized about her in them. If only I could see her wearing those gorgeous troves of panties she had.
This time, the noise I heard was not the neighbors. Mom had come back. I heard her fighting with the key in the door lock as I dashed out of her room, quickly closing her dresser drawer behind me, and heading into my room to wait for my hard on to subside. Ah, Hell with it, I thought, and pulled my cock back out for another stroke session, laying back on my bed, to pump another load of sauce out of my balls.
After I came, guilt began to seep into my mind about what I had just done, so I decided that it was just an impulsive passing fancy kind of thing. I cleaned up my mess and then headed into shower.
When I came out of my room and into the kitchen, there was mom standing by the counter with her back towards me, putting away a few items that she must have picked up at the store. In the blink of an eye, those lurid thoughts that I was having earlier, popped back into my head as I watched her.
She had on pair of baby blue colored shorts that hugged her soft round ass so nicely, tight enough to where I could just barely make out her panty lines underneath them. I instantly wondered what color they were, whether they were cotton or satin. I am thinking satin since that seem to be the most prominent material in her panty collection.
Mom had a matching top on with vibrant colored flowers, but my eyes kept watching her ass as she moved back and forth a little. I shook my head to clear my thoughts because I was in danger of getting another hard on as my prick begin to stir again.
I cleared my throat and mom turned around. She smiled so sweetly and said, "Oh, good morning, honey. Are you just now getting out of bed?"
"Nah, I've been up since I heard you leave earlier. I threw a load of clothes in the washer and then just took a shower. How was breakfast with the girls?"
"It was fun and the place we went was really good, you and I will have to go there together some time, I think you will really like it. Oh, did you happen to put my underwear in with the other clothes?"
That last part took me by surprise as I felt my face flush with embarrassment over what I had done with her panties. I quickly tried to brush it off and said, "Er, uh, yeah, I think I saw them in the hamper, and I threw them in with the rest of the clothes."
She sighed and said, "Oh, okay, no worries. I just like to wash my underwear separately, that's all. It's my fault for forgetting about them and honey, I can do the laundry for us both. You have enough on your plate, so don't worry about the laundry, okay?"
Mom smiled so sweetly to me, and I could not help but feel that overwhelming sense of love for her as I always had. She is the kind of mom that some would say is the perfect mom in every sense of the word. She then turned back to what she was doing, giving me another wonderful view of her beautiful ass.
That overwhelming love for her, just had another layer added to it. Well, a layer of lustful desire as I walked over to her, put my arms around her waist from behind, hugged against her and said, "I love you, mom. You are the greatest mom ever and I am ever so grateful that you came to stay with me."
I felt her soft but still a little firm tummy against my forearms as I hugged her and breathed in her as always amazingly sweet scent in. Her ass was now pressed against my pelvis, and I felt the bottom of her bra encased breasts, just barely rubbing on the top of my arms. My prick began to stir again as the lust layer in my mind increased, and I was in danger of her feeling that as I was pressed so closely against her.
I released my hug and she turned around to look at me. Tears were welling up in her eyes and she smiled, saying, "Oh my gosh, Colin, you are as always, such the sweet loving boy. Well, not a boy anymore, not for a long time, but always my boy. Thank you for always showing me how much you love me."
Mom pulled me into a tight hug from the front this time, crushing her breasts into my lower chest as she did. The hug only lasted for a moment before she pulled back, smiled at me, then gave me a kiss on the cheek and went back to finish putting stuff away.
I could feel my heart racing as the excitement in my mind and body went to another level. I never saw mom in this sexual way before and I was struggling a little in my head to understand it. Maybe I was just lonely and needed to find a girlfriend, or maybe I just wanted mom's love, I don't know.
As I turned to head into the living room, mom said, "Oh, before I forget, Shelley invited us to go over to her place later for dinner and swimming in their pool in you are interested?"
I thought for a second, and said, "Sure, mom. Sounds fun. I have to get some work done though, beforehand, so what time are you thinking?"
"Around 4ish, if that's okay?"
"Sounds like a plan," I said, then jokingly added, "Are you going to break out that string bikini to wear?"
"HA ha, very funny smart ass. This old lady is way past string bikinis, besides, who said anything about wearing bathing suits," she jokingly said back.
Oh, dear God, the images that flashed into my mind were not PG rated by any means, but not wanting her to think anything, I retorted with a laugh and said, "Well, there goes the neighborhood."
We both laughed at my remark, and I went into the living room, picked up my laptop from the coffee table, sat down in my favorite easy chair and set up to do some work. Those thoughts popped back in again as I looked back up over to mom, still in the kitchen with her back to me. I smiled at the thought of a naked pool party.
Later that afternoon, we were getting ready to head over to Shelley's house. Mom was in her room, while I was waiting for her in the living room. Her door opened and she came out, wearing a beautiful floral two-piece bathing suit. It was your A typical mature women swimsuit, with the bottoms that came up a little past her hipline and a separate top that kept her buxom breasts well in check. My God, she looked incredible!
I gave her the once over and did a little cat call whistle, and said, "Wow, that looks really nice, mom! You look fantastic!"
