A house full of women might sound to some like hell on earth and to some others like a work free environment where a man could coast through doing no housework. Well I can tell you it has its ups and down but for me has been a wonderful experience.
Two years ago my Dad left my Mum and I and moved to the UK with his boyfriend. Yes it came as a surprise to Mum and I too, who would have thought Dad was a shirt lifter?
Well after Dad left Mum and I moved in with my two Aunties, Mum was the middle sister of the three and was the only one to ever marry. I had to listen to a fair bit of the usual "we never liked him" style comments, but other than that it was nice to be in a house full of fussing female relatives.
I was encouraged to bring my friends home but especially any girlfriends, but I didn't have time for these as I spent all my time trying to make my Mum feel better. We spent all our spare time together and I had the shoulder Mum cried on. I learnt a lot about my Father, much more than I wanted to know especially the time Mum decided to tell me how Dad was terrible in bed and had never satisfied her. I had never thought of my Mother as a sexual being until that conversation. I found I also felt sympathy for her as it was unfair for a woman in her mid forties to have had a miserable sex life for 22 years of marriage.
Three of four days later, as I was leafing through a porno magazine and casually stroking my cock my thoughts wandered to Mum and how she had probably never felt the glow of a good orgasm and I was certain that Dad had never gone down on her, and I knew I would have been able to please her. However one does not do those things with ones Mum do they? Well I guess I am not supposed to think like that but I found myself think of her every time I masturbated.
She had a full week of night shift to work, she is a nurse, and I found myself alone in the house that week with her sleeping until about 3pm each afternoon. That gave me plenty of time to get myself off with no fear of her hearing me as her room was on the other side of the house. On the Wednesday I had abandoned my porno magazines all together and with my eyes closed thought of her naked in her bed waiting for me to give her an orgasm. I stood up in my room and walked to my door, opened it and listened for any sign of life. I put one foot outside my bedroom and my heart raced, the pounding in my throat and ears matching the strokes of my hand on my cock. I slowly walked down the hall toward the lounge room, knowing that once in the lounge room I would be able to see her bedroom door.
The lounge room seemed like no-mans land, the last piece of land between my goal and the area with all the risk. I would have no where to hide if she came out of her room, but I took a deep breath and started my slow, naked walk across the room. It seemed that every sense in my body was amplified, the carpet felt course under my feet, the air around me bristled every hair on my body, the floor creaking rang in my ears and my hard cock was twitching to my touch. I made it to the bedroom door and found it ajar, putting my nose to the crack I could smell all my mother's smells and at that moment I had to stop touching my cock as I was sure I would cum.
I lowered myself to a crouching position and was about to slowly open the door when I realised that the Lou groom curtains were open with way too much light streaming in and this would surely awake my Mother as her room was very dark. I rose quickly and almost raced to the curtains, quickly pulled the draw string to close them and just as quickly returned to my crouching position at the bedroom door.
Slowly I opened the door, preying it didn't creak, and as it opened I could hear the rhythmic breathing of my sleeping mother. I crawled to the foot of her bed with my heart in my throat. I felt sick and excited at the same time, and although I had slept with 4 or 5 other women in my time this felt like the first sexual experience I had ever really felt. Almost lying on the floor I arched my back to pop my head above the level of the side of the bed. There lay my mother, her dark brown hair half across her face, an arm above the doona but the rest of her body covered. I thought to myself "what the hell am I doing here, naked on the floor at the foot of my Mother's bed?"
As I decided to back out of the room slowly I noticed one of my Mother's feet just sticking out from under the cover, and I froze. It looked like there was no sheet covering her under the doona, so I bet if I lift the doona from the foot of the bed I will be able to see her naked body. That became my plan, so I slowly sat up at the foot of the bed. This had the level of the bed at my shoulders so if I hunched a bit I wouldn't need to lift the covers too high to have a good look.
I raised the cover and the first thing I noticed was that her other foot was pointing to the other side of the bed from the first foot I noticed, and I knew this meant her legs were spread apart. I felt giddy with anticipation and spat in my hand to ensure there was enough lubrication on my cock as I saw what I was sure would be a full view of my Mum's pussy. Wanking furiously I lifted the covers further and slowly revealed her legs merging together, leading my eyes to the ultimate prize.
The time had arrived and I knew it was only a matter of inches and I would see my Mother naked from the waist down. I raised the doona a little further and my breath caught in my chest, there as the faintest hint of dark hair seemingly casting a dark shadow over what I knew was her puffy cunt. I hadn't thought about being in a dark room looking under dark covers, so in my eagerness I got onto my knees so I could get the covers raised higher to allow more light to show me the way.
I was kneeling, stroking my cock looking at my Mother's beautiful pussy. I was stunned, my cock and my head pounding. The thump of my heart seemed to be ringing off the walls of the room as I looked at the light covering of dark hair and the almost bald outer lips of her pussy. I was sure I could see inner lips parting the darkened skin of her pussy and was sure I could smell the musty scent that was her womanhood. I started to come against the end of the bed staring at the most lovely sight as her legs snapped together.
