Hot morning sun blistering one side of my cheek, along with the sound of a shrieking bird outside my window as I lay on my bed woke me up. I scrambled to the floor, forgetting for the moment, in my sleepy state, that it was Sunday and I didn't have to go to work. Looking at the clock on the bedside table I saw that it was eight thirty. I felt like going back to bed but habit got the better of me. Growing up, I had heard my late dad on numerous occasions speak on the virtues of early rising, claiming that persons who liked to sleep late got nowhere in life. I usually got up at around 5:45 to 6:00 am to start preparing for work.
The previous night I and my mom had come home from a family wedding at about 2 am. We had left home since midafternoon that day to help with preparations at the reception hall and with transporting food, drinks and other stuff from the homes of other family members. Our family had its share and more of good cooks, including two professionals, so whenever there was a family function we did our own catering. Though tired and sleepy we had both, after putting away some stuff, taken quick showers and retired to our beds.
I decided to go into the kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee and a sandwich. Passing by my mom's bedroom I saw through the slightly ajar door that she was still asleep; I even heard her soft snoring, which suggested her sleep was deep.
After finishing my coffee I made a cup for mom and took it along with toast to her room. With the tray in my hands I pushed open the door with my foot and entered the room which like mine was bright with morning sunlight. I was already well inside the room when I noticed that mom was in a very revealing position; one of full her breasts, the right side, was completely out of the nightie's cup. Her legs were spread wide apart, one of them bent at the knee. The short lime green nightie she was wearing just covered part of her crotch, leaving the lower portion of orange, thong covered mound delightfully exposed; a ripe fruit in Eden teasing and testing my decency. I stopped in my tracks as my eyes fastened onto the stimulating sight. I felt a slight stirring in my loins. I thought about going back out, but neither my mind nor body seemed to be in total agreement with that. The stirring in my crotch picked up pace.
I walked around the bed to her left and put the tray down on the table. I really wanted to leave but I couldn't bring myself to just walk away from that enticing sight. I stood there for a few minutes enjoying the sexy vision of her exposed breast rising and falling as she breathed. I looked at the plump crotch and felt my mouth water and my ears get hot; my cock was now more than halfway erect in my boxers. At forty five her light brown body was in excellent shape, smooth and firm rounded thighs tapered into shapely legs. Her breasts of B cup size were the cone shaped type with almost half of it being shiny, dark chocolate areolas that tapered down into rounded points with just a hint of nipples. She had a small mouth with full pouty lips which were now slightly parted. Arched natural eyebrows bordered full eyes which when opened would reveal light brown watery orbs with dark pupils. She was a beautiful woman widowed too early, but taking it in graceful stride.
I thought of pulling the nighty down to a less revealing level, but realized that if she woke up just then, my action might be misinterpreted. I called out to her a couple of times but she did not stir. I walked over and sat down on the bed at her side and gently shook her shoulder, even as I eyed the tempting breast and piece of exposed mound tightly hugged by thin nylon, fine hairs sticking out around the edges and a few through the thin material. After the third shake she opened her beautiful eyes slowly and gave me a sweet, trusting smile that made me feel ashamed of my lascivious feelings. She reached up and squeezed my arm and closed her eyes again, letting her head fall to the side. I reached out and tousled her kinky, shiny, short locks.
"Wake up sleeping beauty" I said softly.
"Not before the kiss, Prince charming" she whispered groggily.
I leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her cheeks, willfully letting my lips barely touch the side of her lips. She grabbed my head and kissed me back softly on the lips, then opened her eyes about halfway.
"What time is it?" she asked in a low voice heavy with sleep.
"Nine."
"What?" she brought her hand to her chest, "thank god it's Sunday, I think I'll sleep all day." She closed her eyes.
"I brought you coffee and some toast and jam"
"Oh, that's sweet baby, I hope you also brought a cup of sleep, because that is what I could do with most at this moment" she said, giggling.
I picked up the cup of coffee and she drew herself up placing her head on the bed rail as she took it from me, her bare thigh pressing against mine. The sudden hot contact of soft femininity made my semi erect tool pulse pleadingly. She hadn't yet become aware of her brazen breast languishing in all its glory outside of the nightie cup, being she was looking away toward her left. She took a couple of sips of the coffee and handed me the cup then quickly slid back down into a lying position, leaving the Venus mound exposed in entirety. I stared at it in awe, and noticing the direction of my she gaze looked down at her exposed beauty lump. Looking away I reached forward to place the cup on the tray as she prudently pulled the hem down her thighs.
"I'm so tired and aching, I think I'll catch a few more hours rest. How did you sleep?" she asked, smiling warmly.
"Like a log, it was the hot sun on my cheek and a screeching Kiskadee that woke me up."
"Those darn kiskadees, they have no manners" she said, and burst out laughing, causing the freed tit to jiggle. I found myself hoping she didn't notice its indiscretion before I left, for two reasons; I didn't want to give up a minute of that lovely sight and I also didn't want to add to the embarrassment that she must have already felt knowing her scantily covered pussy had been seen by her son.
"It's only habit that made me get up, I am also beat" I said, yawning.
"I can tell; just go back to bed then" she said reaching up a hand to tousle my head, which sent shivers through my body and my cock which I had been struggling with all this time to keep under some control, suddenly had enough of containment and shot up to full stance, tenting my boxers.
"It was nice last night though, everybody had a good time" I muttered, trying to bide time for my erection to subside before I got up.
"Yes, it was a nice party, but what we both need now is some nice sleep" she said yawning.
When she brought her hand from her yawning mouth it came to rest just above my knee and as the soft flesh touched me with its stirring heat I knew that there was no way my cock was going down now or any time soon. I was in a calamity. She looked at me with a little searching smile.
