I stood at my door and just paused. Remembering what I had just done. I was a few minutes removed from cumming while thinking of my Mother Rachel. I had never even thought about her in that way, yet this day has been on a road that was very different than any Saturday I had experienced before. I finally opened my door after a deep breath, contemplating that my Mother might be right outside. As I opened the door, the hallway was empty. In jeans and a t-shirt I began the journey down the hall, almost walking carefully to not make any noise. As I approached my Mother's door, I noticed it was still open just a little.
My curiosity got the best of me, and probably my desire too. In a matter of hours I had started to desire my Mother, love her in a different way, and for the first time in my life I saw her beautiful body nude. What on earth could be next? As I positioned myself in front of her door, the bedroom was empty. I felt a little sad, as disappointment came over my body. Just I was about to walk away, I heard a noise. My mother was still in the bathroom.
A grin came over my face as I was going to get to see a little more of her. I heard the footsteps, and it was like a short countdown until I finally saw her. In the time it took me to compose myself, and get dressed, my Mother had just done her hair. As she walked out of the bathroom she had a white towel wrapped around her body. It covered just above her nipples, knowing exactly where they were now, and just covering the bottom of her bubble butt. Her hair was dry and flowed down her shoulders. She looked so sexy, but that seemed to be the only way I saw her now.
With the flick of the wrist she undid the towel and tossed it on the bed. Again her naked body was in front of me. I held my breath. She walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. As she bent over I could see the crack of her ass spread as she went through her drawer, her ass teasing me as the pleasure parts remained hidden. As my heart started to pound faster, I seem to not care at all if she saw me. The door was still just a crack open, but what on earth would I say or do if she did see me. That thought left my brain as my Mother pulled out these white and pink pair of panties and matching bra. She put the bra on the top of her dresser as she took the panties in her hand.
Unlike the view I saw in the bathroom, I saw my entire Mother's entire backside this time. I could see the curves of her body back lit by the sunlight coming into her room. Once again I was mesmerized by her. She reached down and stepped into her panties one leg at a time. As she pulled them up you can tell she knew her body, tugging them over her bubble butt naturally. Her panties were these cheeky type lace panties, and that when pulled over ass, made it looks so desirable.
As her fingers left her panties, she reached for the bra off the dresser. I didn't have to check but I knew by the feel of my heart pounding, my breath picking up speed against the door, I knew I was excited again. Here I was standing outside my Mother's door, admiring her. It didn't feel like spying, it just felt like glancing through the looking glass, getting to see something for the first time even though it was there the entire time.
With the pink and white bra in her hand, she turned around and once again I was able to see my Mother's D sized breasts. Surprisingly she failed to notice the door was open, or notice her 6'6'' son was just outside it, with his eyes locked on to her. As she put the bra around her body, I watched it cup her breasts, filling up the bra. I started to slowly back away from the door. Not because she was no longer naked, but because I need to step away from all of this just for a second. Just as quietly as I approached her door, I slowly stepped back and resumed my path down the hallway before I had been so easily distracted.
I got to the kitchen and threw my hands on my head. I looked down only to sigh, as I could easily see my cock was rock hard once again. I seem to have no control of this crazy morning or these crazy feelings. I tried hard not to given to my urges and just whip out by dick and feel another orgasm like the one I had just experienced in the shower. Thankfully I was able to compose myself. As I looked up I saw the cabinet that was next to the kitchen table.
Filled with picture frames, full of memories and moments of my life, I saw over and over my Mother and me. It really was just the two of us, my graduation, and our vacations together, any important moment; it was captured with a picture with both of us smiling ear to ear. Seeing us together in these photos, are arms wrapped around each other it became so clear. It was just my mother and I, and no one else. She was the greatest woman I have ever known, and of course I would be drawn to her.
As my thoughts began to make sense, I heard a door behind me open, followed by footsteps. Mom came up behind me and stood next to me.
"Reliving good times Matt?" She asked.
"Just admiring our good times together Mom." I said somewhat coyly.
Mom came up and stood next to me, and it was almost an instinct that I put my right arm around her shoulders. Without hesitation, she put her left arm around my waist. I failed to even remember that I was still hard. That her left hand, as it gripped my side, was inches away from my hard cock; a cock that she had unknowingly made hard while I watched her dress.
She sighed a little and commented, "Nothing but good times with you." As she said that my eyes had wandered from the pictures to her body. She was dressed now wearing jeans, and a low cut tank top. I could see right down her chest, seeing the pink and white fabric of her bra, knowing exactly what it looked like having just seen what she looked like in just that. As I look down at her I saw her head go from the pictures down at my jeans. I wondered was she staring at my cock? I mean it was clearly obvious, but I held my breath.
"Looks like we are in sync today my dear," She said calmly.
"What do you mean Mom?" I said confusingly.
"Well breakfast together and I know you were stealing some of my hot water when you showered at the same time. Here we are in jeans and shirts. I wonder what we will do next today." She laughed as she walked away, giving me another peck on the cheek like she did earlier in the morning.
I had to pause as not to react to her last comment. I stood there not knowing what to do to. At this point I had given up trying to make any rational decision and just let the day guide me. I only had to wait minutes until the night was planned.
"Any plans tonight?" Mom said yelling from the kitchen.
"Nope, just going to stay in tonight. I think I will finally watch that Netflix movie that I've had for a week" I responded.
After a few seconds she popped her head out of the kitchen, "I think I will join you if you don't mind?"
"Not at all Mom" I said with a smile. Just like that the night was planned.
The rest of the day was a blur as I counted down the hours to a reasonable time to start the movie. Finally the evening came, and we both had no intention of doing much tonight, so we just ordered pizza for dinner. After that it was movie time.
As I walked towards the living room to put the movie in I could hear Mom running towards her bedroom yelling, "Don't start it yet, I want to change and I don't want to miss the previews."
I only smiled, placing the blu-ray in the player. I sat down on the couch and was getting it all ready when she came back in. Her pajamas tonight were these flannel print cotton set. With boxer bottoms, the drawstring tied around her waist. A button up top with two pockets placed right over each breast.
"Not going to change and get all comfy Matt?" She asked as she got comfortable on the couch.
"I am perfectly fine in my jeans and t-shirt" I replied.
I had to be good in my jeans, because I knew if I changed into my shorts, I wouldn't be able to hide my excitement for her. At least with the jeans, it would hold down my massive erection I had for my Mother.
As we began to watch the movie, Mom started to fidget, first having her legs up on the couch then, placing her feet on the ground. Only to bring them back up on the other side. In doing so she was a little bit closer to me. I couldn't tell you what movie was playing, what the plot was or why the bad guy was doing what he was doing. I was entirely fixated on my Mom.
I analyzed her pajamas once more, just like I had done with the set earlier in the day. The button up top gave me little peaks at her body. Even though I had seen it all, I still couldn't take my eyes off her. I didn't want to just relive the image of her naked; I wanted to enjoy her sitting next to me. That just in her presence she was teasing me, and I seem to be ok with it.
My eyes wandered down to her feet and started up her legs. They were shaved and looked so smooth. Mostly likely done this morning when she was cleaning up and I was working on a different part of my body. Getting to her inner thighs, her white skin disappeared under the fabric being wrapped by the cotton flannel boxers, tugging in between her legs. Knowing that her trimmed pussy was right there and most like nothing between it and I but the boxers.
Analyzing the top, I could see little parts of her stomach through the spacing of the buttons. Of course the buttons went all the way to the top, and failed to show me the cleavage I wanted to see. Instead I got the outline of her breasts pushed against the top, knowing that behind those little pockets were two hard nipples waiting to be played with.
