Mom had finally arrived. Seeing her departing the plane in this desolate South American airport brought back a familiar stirring. When my work brought me here years ago, I began formulating plans to get my mother here on a vacation. Making our way through the crowds and arriving at my pickup truck, I realized how lucky I was that she decided to make the trip.
As we drove along the dust filled roads taking the long route heading toward my apartment, I glanced at my mother who was busy checking out the sights. As I hit each hole in the road, mom's skirt would climb up her legs just a little bit more. With the sun shining as bright as it was, her legs were gleaming as I could see up to her stocking tops. With her concentrating on the surroundings, I focused on mom's ample chest and could see she was still well developed. For a sixty year old woman, I was amazed how well preserved my mother kept herself. As with her legs parting each time we went over a bump in the road, I could see by the jiggle of her breasts that she was wearing a bra under her white blouse.
Arriving at my apartment, I walked to her side of the pickup holding the door open for her where I had the perfect view of watching her skirt slide up her thighs to just below her panties as she started to exit the truck. Momentarily, her skirt caught on the seat latch resulting in her skirt up around her hips offering me an unobstructed view of her legs, thighs, and panties. As she was hanging on the edge of the seat her feet not yet touching the pavement, I reached out to help loosen her skirt. As I was pulling her skirt hem from the handle, I could feel the back of my hand rubbing against mom's leg just below her stocking top.
As she struggled to keep from falling and ripping the skirt, she had to lift her legs forcing her thighs harder against my hand. In order to get a free feel, I took hold mom's upper thigh and pulled her leg toward me and up which not only loosened the skirt material, but also let me see the triangle of panties between her parted thighs. Now on the ground and somewhat embarrassed, my mom gathered her belongings and we went into my apartment not saying a word.
As I showed my mother around the apartment, I got to check her body out without her knowing. She was wearing light brown high heels, a tight tan skirt with the hem several inches above her knees as she stood, of course by looking at her legs you could tell she was wearing nylon colored stockings and a short sleeved button down white blouse that accentuated her breasts. Done with the tour of my modest apartment, she proceeded to sit on the couch. With those less than sturdy cushions, as mom sat down she fell backwards causing her legs to open giving me a brief peek under her skirt. Finally catching her weight and moving herself forward with her knees still apart, she caught me looking. Her response was – "Son"! I didn't know what to say.
I could feel my face turn red. As she pressed her legs together and angled her body away from me, she looked at me and said, "I'm your mother. You shouldn't be looking there." Not knowing why I did it, I stood up in front of her and asked her what she wanted to drink. As I was standing there, I could feel my cock hardening as I stood looking down at her nylon covered thighs. She said a coke would be fine. Thinking now is as good as time as any, I added the special stimulant powder to mom's drink just to see what would happen. When I bought the powder from the jungle tribesman, I was assured that the person taking it would be easily stimulated and unknowingly controlled through suggestions.
Going back into the living room, I saw my mother had her head laying on the back of the couch with her eyes closed. Without saying a word, I sat on the chair across from her. With her head laid back, it forced her breasts slightly forward. Letting my gaze move down mom's body, I noticed her legs had come apart slightly. I could see up under her skirt now stretched across her upper thighs. Looking up her skirt, I could see her thighs above the stocking tops and the triangle of white panties between her legs. Seconds later, mom stirred and woke up from her very short nap. Without even knowing it, she had closed her legs none the wiser.
We sat there talking for an hour. As we were talking and my mother becoming more relaxed, I let my eyes wander over her body. The longer we sat talking, the more her skirt crawled up her legs. Biding my time so the potion would take effect, I carried on the conversation as long as I could. I could see Mom was getting restless so I got up and told her I wanted to take some photos while she was visiting me. Mom being a little shy, she wasn't any wiser. Finishing her drink, I gave her another one. The first photo I took, she was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed forcing her skirt to mid thigh. The second shot was of her sitting on the couch, but I snapped the picture just as she had uncrossed her legs.
This photo caught her with legs apart and you could actually see white panties under her skirt between her spread legs. Seeing she was really feeling the effects of the potion, I decided to see how far I could go, "Mom, would you take off your blouse for one picture. You still have your bra on. It would be like wearing a swim top?" "Honey, don't be silly I'm your mother" she quickly answered. " I know. I think you look great. Just one picture," I said hoping the potion was doing its work. " I shouldn't, but I'll let you take one picture," she reluctantly responded.
As mom unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, I couldn't believe she was sitting in front of me in her bra. Her bra covered most of her breasts but still exposed an ample amount of cleavage. Even though the bra was not sheer, I could still make out her hardening nipples under the material. Taking the blouse from her, I walked across to the other side of the living room laying it on a chair hoping she wouldn't be in a hurry to get it.
*Mom, go ahead and sit back," speaking as I came back to her. As she sat back against the couch cushions, her breasts became more prominent. Her skirt also crept up her legs. Taking a picture from directly in front of her and her thinking I was done, she began to get up. "Wait a minute. Let me take one from here," talking to her as I move to her side. Having my mother sitting back and stretching her arms up resting on the back of the couch, her breasts pushed forward and upwards. I could feel my cock stirring at the thought of getting my mother to pose for me. Promising my mother I wouldn't bug her anymore during her visit with me, I talked her into a few more minutes of posing.
