I worked at a fast-food hamburger joint, working late most nights, coming home at about eleven, and sometimes as late as midnight or one. One night in particular, I stopped and grabbed a cup of coffee at an all-night convenience market, intending to stay up and do some reading. I had the next day off, and I was pretty much a night person, anyway.
I found the door locked when I got home, and had to go around to the back. I found my mother awake, sitting in front of the television set. I could see her through the patio's sliding glass door. She was wearing a tiny nightie, a see-through affair that was short --- way too short. I had never seen it before, and I was surprised that she even wore such a thing. It was a very hot night, and I supposed that it was her way of keeping cool. It didn't hide much. I could feel myself getting excited, just looking at her.
The patio door was locked, and I tapped gently on it, not wanting to frighten her. She turned and looked at me, a look of surprise, then recognition spreading across her face. She smiled as she got up from the couch and came toward the door. I could see, for one brief instant, her pubic bush as she got up. The nightie came only about an inch down her thighs. Her nipples were completely visible through the thin material. By the time she got to the door, I had a raging hard-on.
As she slid the door open, she said with a smile, "It's awfully hot in here, and the cooler's not doing a whole lot of good." Then she looked down at my crotch and said, "Is that a pickle in your pocket, or are you glad to see me?"
I laughed at her joke. I didn't know it was so obvious. I stepped into the house and helped her slide the patio door closed. The house was warm, and I turned back and slid the patio door open again.
"I don't have any pickles," I said with a smile as I turned back to her.
I looked at her. Her nipples were bright red through the negligee, and they looked fully erect. I wondered if she knew how naked she looked, and that she was really a knock-out in her negligee.
"What are you staring at?" she asked.
"You, Mom," I said. "You're nearly naked, you know?"
"I can tell you like what you see," she said, looking at my crotch.