Hi, my name is Ricky, and I must start by telling you that the fall season and late October, in particular, have always been enjoyable for me. I grew up in a large city community where Halloween was a massive event in and around my neighborhood every year. For the younger kids, it was only running second to Christmas as far as holidays go.
My Mom had always done all of the decorations and the whole homemade costumes thing and had always taken me trick or treating that night for as long as I could remember.
Mom would always make herself a costume as well as mine, and we would stroll around hand in hand all around the many blocks and all up and down the many streets in every direction. Mom often had to help carry my goodie bag back home because it would be too full and heavy for me to take alone.
Ever since I was old enough to barely even realize that there was something a little bit different about a woman than a man, I quickly caught on and recognized that my mom seemed to be considered quite a hottie among all the males who were a bit older than me.
I gradually understood their attraction and admiration towards her as time passed. As I matured, she grew even more beautiful to me with each passing year.
Many words or phrases could be used to describe my mother; of course, she was 'beautiful' and 'voluptuous,' but 'firecracker' and 'bombshell' are also two of which quickly come to mind, but don't let that fool you, she could also be the 'shy sweet barbie doll type' when need be.
Her shoulder-length, wavy brown hair always glistened in the light everywhere she went, and the swell of her soft, swollen cleavage spilling from her chest demanded the attention of everyone in any room she entered.
Her five-foot-seven frame was all shapely woman from tip to toe, and believe me, she was very well aware of how to use every little inch of it to the fullest of her advantage.
Her tight-fitting clothing often left little to one's imagination, and more often than not, she was almost always sporting a prominent camel toe. Most everyone seemed to enjoy it as far as I could tell, and she seemed to love the attention it brought her from almost all of the men and even some of the women alike.
It was all just a part of who she was, and she had often caught me staring at her nearly exposed breast or between her open legs. Still, I quickly ripped my eyes away after discovering I had been caught. She never made a big deal of it; as best as I can remember, she never acknowledged that I was often checking her out in a rather unusual way as far as moms and sons go, for that matter.
I think she just laughed it off mostly at first and then learned to ignore it for the most part.
The little trips to the beach or pool with her soon became unbearable as I watched her openly and carelessly flaunt her beautiful body for all the world to see.
It was there that I first saw her bikini top get wet and the outline of her stiff hard nipples come into view and poke at the thin damp fabric, it was where the tiny top had accidentally slipped down a bit once when she dove beneath the water, and I got my first quick glimpse of her magnificent tits and her pink swollen areolas as she emerged seconds later.
It was also where I had caught my first siting of the little stubbly sprigs of dark pubic hair escaping from around the edges of her bikini bottoms after a few days of forgetting to shave there, which she seemed to do often enough.
It was excruciating for me at times, and I believe that somewhere around this period, my fascination with her used panties first began to blossom.
The older we grew, the sexier she became to me, and it became more complicated and more complex over time to contain the complete obsession I had with her body, mind, and soul. I was soon wholly fascinated with any and everything that there was about her.
I constantly spied on her at every little opportunity I had; I had her schedule and timing down to a fine science in my head. I would quietly slip out at night and watch her shower through the blurry bathroom window, and then just before she came from her bath, I would slip to her bedroom window and watch closely as she entered and let the towel fall to the floor and then slowly dress in her night clothes.
After first dropping the towel, she would sit on the edge of her bed and rub her breast, belly, thighs, and legs down with some lotion, and it was a fine site to behold! I soon learned that if I cracked the bath window just a tiny bit so as not even to be noticed, I could carefully peer through the tiny crack and get some good flashes of her raw, wet flesh, nipples, and all!
I gradually grew braver and cracked the window a little more, and over the years, I have watched her through small cracks and uncovered windows throughout the house many times. I have watched her masturbate both in the shower and in her bed, and even on the living room couch a few times. I have seen her make herself cum over and over again many times now.
I have seen her get fucked by an occasional man a few times, seen her suck a cock and gag on a cum load, then get eaten out until she came herself; I have seen it all on several different occasions.
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I once even watched through her bedroom window one night after she had come home drunk from a bar as she forcefully held down and ate out my eighteen-year-old babysitter Candice, making the innocent young girl cry at first and then making her cum over and over again for what seemed like hours before finally holding the exhausted young girl's face down between her legs and demanding that the teenager service her in return as well.
The sweet young thing hesitated slightly a little bit to start with. Still, it must have all been just for show as a moment later; she suddenly began to lap away hungrily at my mother's hot wet stubble covered cunt. The little darling must have had already had some experience with the matter beforehand because my mom very soon suddenly reached down and grasped a fistful of the pretty little girl's golden blond trusses in each hand and then abruptly pulled her in tightly to her quivering quim just as she trembled violently and exploded all over the sweet little things face!
I then watched quietly from my little perch as my mother quickly licked her warm, sweet secretions from the confused little girl's mouth and cheeks and then finally bent and licked up what was dripping from her small, perky nipples as well.
After wiping the tears from her frightened little eyes, my mom pulled her in close, held her to her bosom, and began rocking her back and forth for a bit while whispering to her, "It's all going to be alright, sweetie, it's all going to be alright."
After a bit, they got dressed, and she paid the sweet little babe a handsome amount for her babysitting services that night. She then took her by the hand and led her to the doorway, and as she kissed her softly across her trembling little lips, she whispered into her mouth, "Goodnight, sweetie, and please don't tell anyone about this, ok."
Candace suddenly wiped at her eyes and then gulped loudly as she tried to quietly whisper in a very skippy nervous and shaky voice, "I..is it o..ok if I co..come ba..back so..some time, yo...you know not ju..just to babysit R..Ricky bu..but to maybe se..see you again t..too?"
My mom reached up with both hands, softly cupped each side of her head at her ears, then leaned in and gently kissed her again. Then, as she lightly spun around and reached and opened the door, she put her mouth close to her ear from behind and softly whispered, "Oh yes, my little muffin, you can come back anytime you like!"
And then, with a soft little pat to her tiny little bottom, a gentle little push to the small of her back, my mom sent her off on her merry little way. I watched Candace a moment more as she happily skipped across our driveway, humming a little tune to herself; she reached her car and then sped away, grinning happily from ear to ear.
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At some point, soon after that, I realized that I was deeply in love with my mother, and it soon began to show up in my other activities like school, sports, and friends.
I studied her every move and stayed as close to her as possible whenever possible. It seemed as if most of the time, I followed her around like a lost little puppy, always wanting a treat or just waiting for her to drop me a little crumb by mistake or accident.
As she often scurried about the house very scantily clad in see thru clothing, I was usually somewhere just out of eye and earshot, beating off to an image I had just witnessed of her ripe, robust tits as they were caught bouncing and swaying just beneath her sheer gown or robe, or at the way, her wide, shapely ass jiggled softly and then swooshed gently back and forth from side to side just beneath it as she bent over in front of me or casually walked away.
Now that I look back on it, I feel pretty stupid, as I suddenly realize now that even way back then, she had to have realized at some point that I may have been having some unhealthy thoughts and feelings toward her. As I sit and think about it all now, it seems almost entirely impossible and a great deal foolish of me to have never suspected that she must surely know all about my obsession with her. How could I have just assumed all this time and after all the pairs of panties I had soiled and placed back in the hamper that it could have possibly gone unnoticed by her?
Even if somehow, by some freaky freak of nature that we have no control over, even if it was possible that out of all these years, she had only noticed it once or twice, it still means she knows all about it! She has to know that occasionally (more often than not), her dirty panties from the hamper are very sodden in the crotch, and they must feel a bit heavy in her hand when she picks them up because they are still somewhat full of my fresh splooge whenever she does the damn laundry, you idiot!
