Tenement Cum: You Sleeping Mom?
My mother raised me as a single parent from the time I was three years old, and for years we kept moving from one tenement dwelling to another, always looking for a little improvement in conditions; we had been living in one for five years, since I was a few months into thirteen. It was close to mom's work place and my school while I was still attending. It was a one bedroom apartment, one of four such on the bottom flat of a two flat building. Each apartment was like an oblong box - twenty by twelve feet, with a dividing wall and door cutting the twenty feet in half. The first half serving as kitchen, living room/dining room. The other half was the bedroom.
Our bedroom was further divided by a blind held up by a wire curtain rod stretched tight across the twelve feet, from one wall to the next. Mom's bed was behind the blind, close to the wall with its single window. The bed was pulled back about one foot from the wall so mom could sit on the edge with her foot on the ground as she looked out and enjoyed a bit of fresh air. In my section, the largest division, along with my single bed, was a vanity and a little table. There were a number of shelves spaced out along the wall in both sections, with hooks under them to hold clothes hangers.
Certain living conditions often act as a catalyst for taboo or unexpected sexual encounters. Living in an overcrowded building or having to share bedrooms, beds and other living space could present any number of visual, physical or emotional contact that will lead to sensual arousal and ultimately, sex.
When I was much younger, mom's boyfriend of the time would sometimes overnight, but since I turned twelve and started high school that was cut out; they only visited for a few hours or came by to pick her up for a date. She'd had four such companions over the years. For the last two years, however, following a miscarriage when she was four months pregnant, I stopped seeing or hearing about the baby's father and she stopped going out except for work or to do a little shopping. She spent most of her time sitting by her window with a novel or magazine or just looking out while her little radio played.
Soon after graduating high school at seventeen I was taken under the wings of my uncle who was a building contractor. Jobs were fairly regular and I earned enough money to help mom with rent and other expenses while keeping my five feet ten, trim, athletic body nicely dressed and with a growing bank book that mom had made me open on my eighteenth birthday. I also attended evening classes to boost up my qualifications.
One day I came home early due to rain preventing further work on the house my uncle was building. I knew that mom would be home preparing for her afternoon shift at the hospital where she was a nurse. I pushed open the slightly cracked door and walked into the apartment. Mom was standing next to the little dining table that also served as an ironing board, pressing her nurse's uniform. She was naked except for sheer, black panties. She spun around, gave a little screech and raised the hand with the iron in a defensive manner, momentarily thinking it was an intruder. After she caught her breath she started to laugh.
"Pat ... boy, you nearly scared the life out of me. What you doing home so early?" she asked.
"Rain," I said, also catching my breath, most of which had been knocked out by the sight of mom in panties only.
The sight of her near naked body had hit me hard to the stomach and my heart was pumping heavily as I stood there wanting to look away, knowing I should look away, but unable to. Her thirty-nine year old, once athletic body now a juicy slim-thick delight, pulled at my eyes like a magnet. Her light brown skin had a sheen to it suggesting that it was freshly creamed or oiled. The part of her that gleamed the most was her mid-sized puffy tipped breasts. I moved my eyes downward from breasts to crotch where I saw a snugly held lump of feminine charm, and dark patch of hair through the sheer material.
I sat down on a little wooden chair and began unlacing my shoes, hoping that by the time I was finished she would have rushed off to cover herself. But she went right back to ironing while telling me something that I never heard, so dazed and titillated was I. Given the type of dwellings we'd always occupied there were times a-plenty that I'd had revealing glimpses of her body, but this was the most explicit my eyes had ever been gifted.
Apparently she'd known that the ironing was almost complete which is why she continued as she did, because, two minutes later, she lifted her uniform and the ironing sheet and headed toward the bedroom. I raised my head and looked at her cute fluffy ass dipping and rising as she walked away. I found myself thinking that she looked good for a late thirties mommy. I smiled at the thought.
Minutes later as I sat at the table eating I found myself mentally visualizing those shiny tipped breasts, not with any sexual or lusty accompanying thoughts, but with a kind of admiration - thinking them very beautiful - and when she came outside a little later, dressed in her nurse's uniform, my eyes leapt straight to her bosom, and lingered for a couple of seconds. I detected a little rise of nips. When she walked past me toward the stove I looked back at her butt and smiled again when I remembered the way it had moved in the panties and the smoothness of the overhanging portion of flesh that was too much to be contained by the V-cut underwear.
They say when it rains it pours. A few days later, I walked in on mom again - at a different time. This time she was the one not supposed to be at home. It was five PM and she should have been at work. As I entered our home I heard the radio playing. It would not be the first time she'd left and forgotten to turn the radio off. Already taking off my shirt I went straight to the bedroom to undress. Pushed in the partly opened door, and there she was, standing in front of the vanity fixing her hair. She was stark naked. She jumped so hard the comb fell out of her hand.
"O gawd ... again!" she said, looking really sad even under the effort of smiling it off.
I looked at the naked body with the patch of black hair between her legs and I felt myself blush. I also felt a kind of tremor in my body. I let my eyes roam the sexy body, longer than I'd done that first time a few days ago. We both stood still as if stuck to the floor, looking at each other - she at my face, me, moving my eyes from her body to her face and back down to below her waist and then her breasts.
"I didn't hear you come in, Pat, I'm sorry ... the radio ..." she said, and turning around, lowered the volume.
As she stepped over to the blind I laughed out. She stopped and looked back at me, one hand holding the split in the blind.
"What?" she asked, with a half-smile.
"Why you turned down the radio? ... Now!" I said, laughing
