She stands 5'5", with strawberry blond hair that is curly and barely covers her neck and ears At 142 lbs., she had defined hips and ass, and shapely strong legs. Her eye color, green, is a pleasant asset to her not so great skin color, which touts its share of freckles. Her breasts are medium-sized with raisin-sized nipples and an inch wide areola with an assortment of little, tiny mounds scattered about. I know this because she is not very modest around our apartment, walking here to there was just her panties on. Apparently, according to her, at the grand old age of 24, I have seen breast numerous times so there is no mystery. She is right, but she forgets hers were the first ones I saw. As breasts go, they are quite nice but not as perky as they used to be. I pay attention to such things when they're out there to see, all natural like. Hence, my mention of the micro bumps on her areola. I'll I have even compared mom's breast to the others I've been fortunate enough to be intimate with or seen in a magazine, and I give mom good grades every time.
At 42, she has had a handful of men in her life, none of which left her with a fuzzy feeling. If asked, she will willingly tell you what a pain in the ass men are and that she has given up on them entirely. She apparently has because I haven't seen her with one in a lot of years. My father was the last.
So, this is my mom, a lot of fun to be around, but I think she's nutty as a fruitcake. She is independent as hell and has no problem speaking her mind, or threatening me with bodily harm if needed, if I'm not walking the straight and narrow.
Setting the stage, I will tell you a story.
Having been gone for two weeks on business, I arrived at our apartment around three in the afternoon, climbed the 24 stairs to the door and keyed the lock. The apartment was quiet and I figured that mom was still at work, but walking into the dining area I saw her lying across her bed, with just her panties on. I walked to the door and stood studying her form lying there.
I must stop here to describe mom's bedroom.
Standing at the door, there are two French doors with curtains 5 feet to my right. To my left, there are six tall windows that, except for the separating seals pretty much make the 20 foot length open to the world. Of course, three or four nicely leafed trees keep prying eyes at bay. Across to the far side of the bedroom, is a high smallish window, framed with a mahogany stain. Add to this, the eggshell white walls and off-white, thick pile carpet. My mother's bed is situated next to the French doors, a couple of dark colored bed tables with lamps and one or two dressers are situated around the room. Of course, we can't neglect the white bed covering on the bed on which my mother was stretched.
As I was saying, I stood in the doorway studying her form. Her legs spread ever so slightly, allowed me see a bit of pubic hair trying to escape from either side of her panties and the outline of her pussy. From my vantage point, I was happy to gaze on a great looking ass. I must have stood there for 12 to 15 minutes, and sensing that she was deep asleep I took the nine steps to reach the bed, and stood by her left leg. She had faced right with her right arm bent, placing her hand under her chin. Her left arm lay out by her left side. I could hear her restful breathing.
Closer now, I ran my eyes over her body, coming back to focus on her ass once more. I brazenly stroked the back of her thighs and ran my finger up the valley created by her panties across the crack of her ass. Still she slept on and I felt my erection pushing against my jeans.
I had never seriously thought about mom sexually until the last few minutes. And now, I wondered what mom would be like in the throes of passion. I am a physically playful type of guy, not to mention mischievous. And, mom's treasure was so close. I, as delicately as I could, stroked my forefinger up the valley created by the panties over the labia of her pussy. I immediately sensed her awakening and retracted my hand totally away from her body.
"Paul! What the hell do you think you're doing?" She demanded, lifting her bare chest 1 or 2 inches off the bed and turning her head to look at me.
"Trying to wake you up, I suppose." I replied.
"By running your fingers over my ass and......... where your finger don't belong?"
"It worked. How have you been?" I asked, trying to extricate myself from the awkward position.
"I've been awake the whole time. Don't try and change the subject! I'm not one of your whores!" She snapped. "What makes you think you can put your paws on me like that?"
"Well, after all these years of you trotting around in front of me as close to bare ass as you can get, I guess I just felt compelled to finally touch you. You have a door on this room, you know" I replied, defending my actions. "I think you like to tease me, thinking it's safe. While it's not, and to be quite honest mom, now that I think about it, I'd like to compare your pussy with the ones I've seen for real and in Magazines. I've compared your breast and ass for years."
I have to tell you honestly that it came out of left field. To this day, I can't believe I had the audacity to say that to my mother. I was a bit surprised by her reaction. I figured, she would bolt out of the bed and put an ass whipping on me. Instead, she reached for a pillow to cover her chest and rolled to her back, holding a pillow across her breast and said;
"Paul, have you lost your mind?" She exclaimed. "What the hell happened to you in the last two weeks? I suggest you get the hell out of my bedroom and we'll forget all of this nonsense."
The fact that I was not receiving a severe ass whipping only strengthened my resolve and made me more brazen.
"No, mom, I'm quite serious!" I assured her. "I want to see what your pussy looks like."
"Get the hell out of here!" She shouted, but not so loud that our landlords downstairs might hear.
I swiftly moved towards her and grabbed at her panties, to strip them off her, but she kicked at me fending me off, successfully.
"You've lost what little sense you had!" She exclaimed. "Get the hell out of here and leave me alone!"
I saw a suppressed smile cross her face and heard the humorous tone. We both were competitive and had over the years play-boxed and tousled quite often and it was possible that she had taken my craziness of trying to grab her panties as joking around. I would find out later that it was exactly what she thought. My next attempt changed her mind. I approached her from the left side and slipped under her kicking feet, snagging her panties with my fingers. Her smile disappeared, as did the humor in her tone.
"Don't! For crying out loud, have you lost your mind!" She bellowed, pounding me on the head and shoulders with her fist.
Her defense was effective enough for me to forget about her panties and I maneuvered atop her and eventually subdued her hands to the bed, straddling her waist.
"We're going to do this, mom!" I assure her. "Now, accept it and behave yourself it will only take a minute or two."
I suspiciously released her hands and she promptly popped me on the side of the head with a clenched fist.
I wrestled her into submission again and held her fast.
"Paul, if you don't stop this nonsense, I'm going to cry rape." She cried. "I mean it! I swear I will."
"You'd rather throw me in jail, your son, than give me a peek at your pussy?" I queried. "What can a harmless look at your treasure her? I'm going to let you lose. You are going to lie still and let me take your panties off."
"The hell I am. I'm your mother and I demand you stop this silly idea of yours!" She demanded.
Again, I suspiciously let go of her arms, pointing my finger into her face, which I could tell now was redden by anger and exertion.
"You can't do this, dammit!" She exclaimed, seemingly near real tears, which I was sure she was faking.
"Behave yourself!" I cautioned as I maneuvered lower over her body. "I've seen ever part of your body except your pussy. Maybe over the years you should have been more modest. I intend to do this."
"So, this is my fault?" She questioned. "Just remember what they say about payback! You do this and I'll get you back!"
I mother never threatened and I believed her, but I was here, my fingers under the elastic of her panties, as she lay passive, no longer trying to escape. I slipped her panties off her hips, down her legs and off. I was immediately in awe of her very lavish, strawberry blonde bush. I cautiously, as I expected a foot in my face, lifted her knees and spread her legs.
