You know those silky, see-through sort of things women wear at night? Those robes that barely conceal what's underneath, that are almost transparent? Yea, I love them.
Only thing is that only middle aged women seem to wear them, not the hot little things more my age. College girls, in school like me, the girls I usually go for? They generally throw on a t-shirt, with panties. Hot, yes, but something about those see-through robes gets me every time.
I mention these articles of clothing (though they don't clothe all that effectively) because my mom wears them around the house all the time, at night before she goes to bed. And I don't want to sound perverted here, but when the light hits her just right from behind, or perhaps when it's cold in the room if you know what I mean, I can see just a glimpse of her breasts. Sometimes the bulge of them is clear to be seen as the frail material of the robe attempts to hide them, unsuccessfully, while other times her nipples might happen to be erect for whatever reason, and they come poking right through plain as day. However, they are always at least partially obscured by the robe, and that's what teases me so damn much. I can't ever seem to get just a regular old, full-on view of my mother's breasts.
She has to know by now that I can absolutely see parts of her that no son should be seeing, especially one my age, with my sex drive at absolute max all day, every day. I'm twenty years old, in my sexual peak for fuck's sake, and lately all I've wanted is a woman much, much older than I. A woman who has already had a kid, I mean, what's wrong with me? Shouldn't I be lusting after the flirty, jailbait teenagers I see at all the parties? Oh maybe I'm just bored with the easy party chicks. God knows I've fucked too many of them. But hey, I have a penis. What am I going to do when I have a drunk girl falling all over me, make sure she gets home alright and tuck her in bed with a kiss on the cheek? Yea right.
Still, as I mentioned I've been more and more attracted to my mom lately. And I know why. See, if I went to a therapist and told her (thats right, I'd definitely choose a female psychiatrist if I had the choice) all my disgusting, sexual fantasies I've had regarding my mother, she'd be ready with a speech about how my parent's divorce made me want to replace my father as the man of the house, or that living alone with my mom for so many years has naturally made me feel stronger toward her in that certain regard. She'd probably tell me it's perfectly normal for a son to reach an age where he suddenly begins having fantasies about his own. And then Freud would walk in triumphantly and say, "Aha! I told you!"
But then I'm not a limp-wristed little fuck with ADD who needs to see a shrink, and that's not the point anyway. The point is all the usual psychological crap wouldn't apply, because I would know the real reason I want to fuck my mom is because of those goddamn silky night robes!
I've been living alone with my mom since I was a kid. I was too young to have remembered anything about my parent's divorce, all I know now is that he ran off with a young slut and left his family with nothing but monthly checks to keep us afloat. Jee, thanks. But no matter, because I'm more concerned about my mom.
The thing is, my mom hasn't had a lot of dates in the years she has been alone. There has been the occasional guy, even some she might have regarded as boyfriends, but I know that none of them were that serious, or she'd be going out a hell of a lot more. No, most of the time she's at home, and I hate to think that she's gotten lonely after years of having no steady partner. And she's not bad looking for her age, either. She never eats much, and she's definitely in shape, and she's always had a cute face. I've seen high school pictures of her, and honestly I'd bet any money she was by far the hottest chick in her entire school. Like, ridiculous hot. Now obviously over the years she has aged, especially having birthed me and being in her forties, but she still has that cuteness, and to boot she has a nice big ass and, oh yea, those boobs I've been telling you about.
...but back to the silky robes. You see, I had been away at college for a few years before deciding I should head back home for a while. The college party scene was just too distracting to my studies. I wanted to be at home, with someone to cook for me and take care of all that shit. And I know my mom wanted me back, what with her being all alone in the house. So it was win-win. But then I remembered the robes. Ah, the nightly silky, semi-transparent robes.
OK so at first I pretended not to notice that I could see her breasts through them, feel them smoosh into my chest when she gave me the nightly hug she insisted on. But after a few months, I started getting the impression she wanted me to feel them. For instance, sometimes my hand would brush against one during this hug, and she would make no attempt to move it, or even react at all. Sometimes she would bend over while doing kitchen work, knowing full well I was sitting right there, and give me a face full of mom-ass, or just the slightest view of the top portion of those creamy globes. I don't think I've seen my moms boobs up close since I was a baby (I didn't know how lucky I was back then, suckling those beauties!), so as far as I'm concerned I'm overdue for a good look.
And you want to know something? I'm pretty sure she looks at me too. I usually just wear boxers around the house, just having a t-shirt on is an upgrade around here. You could say we're pretty open with eachother. But yea, sometimes I could swear she tries to get glimpses of my cock through my boxer shorts. For instance, I'll open the door to the kitchen and walk in, and I've made it a point to watch her eyes and see what she's looking at. Nine times out of ten, her eyes go straight for my nether region. My boxers really aren't that big, in fact I need to get to the store and buy some new ones come to think of it. But anyway, yea she looks at the bulge that my penis and balls create in my underwear a lot, and I've always tried to sort of walk at angles where she can't see them, stand behind the kitchen counter when we talk and whatnot, but I can tell she looks. And she's my mom for god's sake, I'm pretty sure she shouldn't be doing that. But that's not to say it doesn't instantly turn me on, mind you.
That hug I mentioned, the nightly hug? She always holds that until I leg go, she never does so first. And recently, I've been holding that hug a bit longer, feeling her tits smashed against my chest, feeling my cock, separated from her skin by only a few milimeters of cloth, rising and growing hard, mere inches from her woman parts. Now I have to do that quick, leaned-over sort of thing to hide my erection every time we finish a hug. You remember back in high school, when you'd be sitting in class, not even realizing you had a boner, and then suddenly the bell would ring, and you have that little panic attack? You'd have to pull that penguin walk shit to get out of the class without anyone noticing your raging hard on? Yea, guess what, I have to do that all the time now! Her body has been giving me massive boners since I've been back at home. Yea, now that I think about it I guess in the back of my mind I've wanted her for years, but you don't think about that kind of stuff when you're out with college sluts trying to get laid. See, the only reason I want her so much now is that I've been living in such close proximity to her for the first time in years, and my dick is sort of getting anxious. And those damn silk robes!
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"So, honey, what kinds of exercises did you do?"
I had been working out before dinner, this was about a week ago.
"Um," I started, between mouthfuls of mashed potatoes and chicken, "bench press, reverse lateral pulldowns, uh, some curls on the free weights, and a couple hundred crunches."
"Oh my baby has grown into such a tall, handsome man!" my mother gloated, leaning across the kitchen table to give me a peck on the cheek.
"All right, all right. Can you let me eat please?" I asked.
"Hah, sorry," mom replied.
She has been doing that for years, years I tell you! She always compliments me on how handsome I look or how tall I've grown, or how blah blah blah. I guess all moms do stuff like that. Thing is, I know full well I'm good-looking, why else would all those party girls fuck me, suck me off? You don't see the scrawny nerds getting pussy at parties, do you? It goes without saying that my mother knows nothing about these wild parties I've been to.
I wasn't always like that, mind you. Thing is though, I used to be a pretty scrawny guy myself. But over the past couple of years I've become more active, and lately I've been doing some pretty serious resistance training, using protein supplements, the works. Shallow party chicks dig that alpha male shit, so that's what I do. I've gained a ton of muscle, and I was tall beforehand so it's easy for a tall, lean guy to put on muscle. And I love it when party chicks get all over me, but now my own mom, with her constant teasing, was starting to notice the physical changes.
