Once again I heard my mom's slippers shuffle along the carpet in front of my bedroom door and I reached over to open my door just a crack. I had been doing this for about three weeks. I peered through the crack that was just wide enough to see into my parent's bedroom.
Every night that I had looked through that small opening, my mom had stood at her side of their bed and unbuttoned her blouse. After removing it, she'd pull down the shoulder straps of her bra and pull the cups from her large breasts.
I had checked her size while carefully pawing through her underwear drawer. She had 34 DD tits. Nice rack.
After her boobs were free she turned the bra around her body and unhooked the four fasteners and dropped it atop her blouse on the bed.
Now her tits hung free as she undid her slacks, unzipping the front and pulled them down to her feet. I could see the line of freckles below her shoulders and above the curve of her beautiful mounds. They swung freely as she pulled her pants off her feet and tossed them on the bed with her other clothing.
Below those freckles, she was quite pale, until you looked at her dark pink areola capped by even darker nipples. I wasn't sure why some of the nights her nipples were more erect than other nights. Tonight the high beams were definitely on.
She stood for a few moments looking over her shoulder at the mirror that was out of my line of sight. Her tits swung delightfully as she turned one way and another, looking at the reflection of her ass, I imagined. Then she walked around the foot of the bed, out of my sight and open her panty drawer. I heard it close and then the rustling of her taking off her dirty underwear and replacing them with a fresh pair.
This particular night she had been wearing my favorite purple silky panties. These weren't that sexy, since they had to cover a fairly substantial caboose. Yes mom had a big butt and I loved it.
After she was changed into fresh panties she returned to her side of the bed piling he clothes to take them to the hamper. Her tits kept bobbing around as she accomplished that chore, since she was still in only her panties.
Tonight she had come back around the bed in a pink lacy pair that I liked almost as much as the purple ones.
As usual after coming back from her dresser she fished around in her closet and brought out a cotton night gown and dropped it down over her body ending the tit show for the night.
Now don't get me wrong just because I didn't mention it, my dick was hard as a rock and had been since I heard her slippers on the carpet. I'm nineteen after all. I get hard at the drop of a hat. I had my throbbing member in my hand and was just waiting for her to go back to the living room where the TV would cover the sound of me masturbating.
With my dick in my hand I didn't get the door closed before she came up the hall. The slipper scuffing stopped at the door. "Goodnight Carl." Mom whispered and closed my door silently. A nervous cough escaped my throat but I said nothing.
Oh shit, she knew. What would happen now?
Well it was clear that I had no choice but to get myself off after such a good show. Mom had great tits and I had seen them enough over the last few weeks to be able to picture them in vivid detail. Plus when she was looking over her shoulder at herself I got some good views of her stray pubes peeking out around the leg holes of her panties so I imagined seeing her full bush, as I stroked myself until I came in my hand and wiped the cum off with a few tissues.
I stepped lightly the next day but Mom didn't mention anything about me peeping at her so I wondered if my imagination had played some kind of trick on me.
After I went to bed that night I heard the slippers again and cracked the door. It was just a habit I told myself. I expected mom to change her clothes over on dad's side of the bed or take them into the bathroom next door. She didn't change her routine though and went through the same motions as she had ever since I had been cracking my door to watch her.
The one thing she did differently tonight was when she went to her dresser for clean panties, she brought them back to where I could see her. She turned her back to the door and lowered her panties slowly. She wiped the dirty ones slowly through her crotch as if there was something wet there that needed to be dried before she bent down and pulled on the clean pair.
I almost came as soon as she lowered the old ones and watching her wipe her pussy dry before the sexy show of pulling up the new ones had me panting.
Mom dropped on a nightgown that I had never seen before. Light blue and silky with lace over the tops of her breasts, it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen her wear. It was probably the sexiest thing I had ever seen period. She looked over her shoulder at the mirror and swiveled from side to side as she looked at herself from behind.
The motion of swiveling set her rack to swaying back and forth and the high beams came on full. I nearly groaned as I came, hardly even touching myself.
As if she knew that her mission was accomplished, she pulled on a robe, ending the show. I closed the door quietly and then tried to mop up the mess I had made on my sheets. I heard the shuffling slippers stop outside my door for just a few seconds.
The next day was confusing.
I hadn't heard any commotion in the kitchen but when I got up, Mom had made my favorite breakfast. Hot biscuits and gravy were ready to serve and Mom hadn't gotten dressed yet. She wore the robe I had seen her put on over her sexy nightgown last night. She hugged me tight and I could feel her bare tits under the robe and sheer gown.
"Sit down Carlton." She said. "Do you want coffee with breakfast?"
Up until now my parents had always regarded me as a child and never even thought of offering me coffee. If I wanted it I'd have to endure their judgmental stares as I served myself.
Mom was prancing. Swishing. Humming.
Was this because I had been peeping on her nightly ritual? If so why?
I ate and Mom said, "I have to go out for some things this morning Carl. Will you be alright without Mommy for a while?"
Mommy? I wondered if I had woken up in an alternate universe. At nineteen, no one had worried that I wouldn't be alright alone at home in several years. I'm not sure that I had ever called her Mommy.
"Ah. Yeah Mom I'll be fine. I hope you find what you're looking for."
"Oh I certainly will. I hope you do too." Was her cryptic answer.
2
After my mother left, I searched curiously in the hamper and found the panties I had seen her wipe through her crotch the night before. They were still a bit damp and had my mom's distinctive odor.
No surprise that I had sniffed her panties before.
Why had she become wet enough for her pussy to need drying? She definitely knew that I'd been spying on her the night before. Was she counting on the fact that I did it regularly?
When she came home, she only had a couple of small bags from the local drugstore and they went right into their bedroom.
It was a weird enough day that I didn't try to figure anything out.
The rest of the day passed with regular stuff, Dad coming home from work and having a few drinks and sleeping in his chair by the time I went off to bed. The slipper shuffle followed my crawling into bed sooner than usual. I sometimes had to struggle to stay awake until Mom got undressed.
Just after she passed by, I cracked the door open.
This wasn't normal. The way she got undressed wasn't the way I had become used to. The buttons of her blouse were undone more slowly and there was more turning and even swaying her hips. After the blouse, she reached behind to undo the hooks of the bra while facing in the direction of my door. Her tits bounced with the weight that gravity gave them when her bra fell away. The slacks came off fairly quickly and the panties followed.
Just like that I got my first look at my mom's bush. I pointed like an arrow down to her sex. The place I longed to sniff first hand, not just from soiled underwear. She turned and folded all of her clothes carefully, then she went for the clean panties. Something else that looked like it came from the panty drawer was a nightie. No nightgown this. It was sheer and her boobs might as well have been uncovered. Hard nips shined brightly under it and she neglected the panties for the moment. Swaying and turning in a slow circle, breasts dancing, she was obviously putting on a show for me and it paid off as I shot a huge load of sperm into a pile of tissues.
I left the door ajar and watched her finally pull on her underpants. Wow. What a show. I got the impression that this wouldn't be the last time I saw my mother naked.
