“Sweetheart I’m home” mum called out shutting the front door.
From my room I could hear her dumping her briefcase, handbag & keys then came the sound of her stiletto heels click/clacking on the slate tiles as she approached my room.
I quickly shut my laptop to hide the steamy mother & son incest video I was deeply engrossed in, so engrossed that I hadn’t realised the time.
Her footsteps stopped outside my door & a gentle knock followed.
“Hey big man” mum chirped happily as she peered in.
Her eyes instantly focused on the bulge in my shorts that I had forgotten to cover up. Feeling my cheeks blush heavily I sheepishly & unsuccessfully tried to hide myself but the innocent smirk on mums face told me I was well & truly busted.
“Oh hi mum, how was your day?” I stammered trying to act casual while at the same time praying she didn’t want to see what I was ogling at.
“Today was fantastic” said.
“Be a dear & fix us a drink. I’ve got some exciting news.”
She turned on her heels & tottered off leaving me to breathe a huge sigh. I quickly shut down my laptop & poured mum a amp; chilled white wine then poured myself a strong whiskey.
Mum was sitting out by the pool, her legs crossed, calmly jiggling her right foot. At 51 yrs of age she still has a figure that stops traffic. She’s a short lady, full figured with a plumpish bottom & a great set of legs which she always shows off in knee length pencil skirts. As the late afternoon sun sparkled against her blonde streaked hair & made her white short sleeve satin blouse shimmer I began to stir in my shorts.
Mum was my idea of the perfect lady. Warm, gentle & cuddly. As a high profile real estate agent she always looked extremely elegant. She always wore skirts, blouses & heels & her hair, nails & make up were immaculate.
I’m 19 now but I’ve harboured a secret crush on her since my early teens. It’s just mum & I since dad left when I was young so I’ve kind of been the man of the house & in recent months we have become quite close. With mum working full time & me studying, neither of us have a social life so we rely on each other to ‘de brief’ when we need to.
I have the utmost respect for her but I can’t stop myself from fantasizing about being her lover, to serve, pamper & pleasure her the way she deserves to be treated.
With my cock rapidly rising, I hurried over to her & handed her the wine. Mum was reaching down to shoo away an insect from her foot giving me an ample view of her deep cleavage. Her large D cup boobs were snugly encased inside a white lace bra causing my cock to stiffen further.
“Oh thankyou darling” she purred her long red nails clinking on the glass.
I sat down opposite her & we both took a sip of our drinks. My eyes cagily combed over her smooth bare legs down to her trim ankles. Her perfectly pedicured size 6 feet (I’ve studied her footwear) were gift wrapped in a beautiful pair of white patent 4 inch stiletto heel sandals. Her bright red toe nails & shiny white shoe leather was a mesmerizing combination, one that had me unable to look away. Her feet were definitely going to be in my dreams tonight.
“Everything ok honey, you look a thousand miles away” mum asked. The tone in her voice indicated she knew I was thinking about exactly what I was looking at.
I hadn’t eaten all day & the double whiskey I had just finished had gone straight to my head.
“Um, nothing really mum” I said nervously. I felt a surge of courage building.
“I was just thinking that if ever you became bored of selling houses you would make a great foot & shoe model”.
WHAT !!! Did I just say that I thought beginning to sweat. I tried to back peddle.
“Um… what I mean mum, is um… I didn’t mean…”
The split second of silence that followed felt like eternity.
“Oh…. why thank you dear, you mean these old things” mum replied flexing her foot in front of me. At first she sounded rather taken back as you would expect but her voice quickly changed.
“It’s nice to hear a compliment, I don’t get many these days so thank you”.
The awkward silence had returned. Mum finished her drink then stood up.
“I’ll pour us another & then I’ll tell you my good news” she said taking my glass.
As she walked off, I wanted to watch her fleshy bum wiggle but I didn’t dare to. I was still stunned at what I had just said to my own mother. Even though it was only meant as a compliment & I was relieved she took it that way, just what was she really thinking. First she catches me in front of my laptop with an erection & now the comment about her feet & high heels. She must be thinking I’m a right sort.
Mum returned with our drinks. This time I looked at her & smiled. God she looked hot, my own mother a goddess. She sat down & we took a sip. Wow, mum must of made this a triple.
She crossed her legs once again.
“Mum… I am sorry” I tried to explain again.
“Please don’t think I’m a weirdo who looks at your feet I…”
Mum laughed.
“Sweetie it’s ok, really. I don’t think your weird. I’m actually quiet flattered that I still have nice feet, I mean I do spend a lot of money on pedicures & shoes & like I said I don’t get compliments ever so stop feeling silly ok & besides, the other day, when I said that you were turning into a handsome young man, did you take that any other way?”
I shook my head & smiled. If only she knew that her comment had in fact sent me to my room to masturbate.
Her gentle understanding voice had reassured me, yet another quality I love in her.
“Now, about my good news” mum said brightly.
“You know that house or should I say mansion that I’ve been trying to sell for the past 6 months? ”
There was a visible sparkle in her eyes.
“You mean mum… you, you….”
“YES baby, mummy sold it today !!!!!”
The look on her face made my heart melt.
“Oh mum, that’s, that’s amazing. Oh I’m so proud of you. See, I knew you would, I knew you could do it. Oh mum…”
I wanted to tell her I loved her & almost did.
“This calls for a celebration” I cried out jumping to my feet.
Mum had been under a lot of pressure & feared she would lose the sale. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted off her. I was so proud of her.
“There’s still the paperwork to complete but yes sweetie, mummy landed the big one”.
When she told me it went fir $4.5 million I almost fell over.
I gave her the biggest hug & kiss on the cheek restraining myself from wanting to go further & kiss her on the lips.
“Where are you going?” mum called out as I raced inside.
“To make a booking, I’m taking you out for dinner” I yelled back.
A few minutes later I returned. Mum was beaming like I’d never seen her.
“All done. 8 o'clock at 'louies’”.
'Louies’ is a 5 star italian restaurant that I know mum has been itching to go to.
“Oh my , that’s a very expensive place dear. I don’t think I have anything nice enough to wear” she said looking worried.
“Then go like you are mum, you look hot” I said boldly downing my drink. This time I didn’t even think twice about my comment even when mum turned as bright as her red lipstick.
“Are you having another” I said to mum.
“Um… yeah why not although we’ll have to take a taxi” she giggled handing me her glass.
She looked at her watch.
“Goodness, it’s 6:30 already. I had better get ready” she gasped.
She hurried inside & I followed, my eyes glued to her gorgeous round pillow of a bum, her ankles flexing with each seductive stiletto step she took. I just wanted to grab hold of her womanly hips & take her right there.
As I poured yet another round of drinks I could hear mum singing away in her bedroom. She hadn’t been this happy in years, in fact neither had I. To me it felt like we were a 'couple’ going on a romantic date.
“Were would you like your drink mum?” I called out but she didn’t hear me. I peeked in her bedroom.
“Mum where would you….”
I stopped mid sentence. There was my mother, standing with her back to me in front of her full length mirror completely naked except for a pair of beige lace top stay up stockings & a pair of white patent leather 5 inch stiletto court shoes. I had to cover my mouth to muffle my gasp of delight. This was the first time I had ever seen a lady naked in real life & the fact it was my mum was very overwhelming.
Just that extra inch in stiletto height had given her legs & body a whole new sexy look. Her plump fleshy bottom had the deepest crack that I would give anything to pull apart & sniff.
From the reflection in the mirror I could finally see just how big & full her boobs actually were. Even without her bra on they created a deep cleavage & hung halfway down her stomach. Her areolas were large & pink to match her visibly stiff nipples. Holding my breath, I looked down past her globes to her vagina. Suddenly I felt a wet spot forming in my shorts. She was completely bald, shaven to the bare skin. Her thick puffy fanny lips protruded out at least half an inch. Just the sight of my mother’s honey pot had me leaking pre cum.
In one hand mum held a red satin & lace basque with 4 suspender straps & in the other she held a black lace suspender belt with 6 straps.
Humming away merrily, mum held first the basque up to her body then the suspender belt trying to decide.
It took all my strength not to walk in & offer to help her. The last thing I wanted was ruin what was potentially becoming the greatest night of my life.
I went to my room to change. It suddenly dawned on me that she would have seen me in the mirror. That, along with the fact that she was changing with her door wide open & knowing full well I would have to walk past to get to my room had my mind in a spin. Was my own mother playing games with me, perhaps even seducing me. I was now feeling very nervous. I had never been in such a position before.
I had to sit on my bed to calm myself. Surly I was making way to much of this. I had become disillusioned that I was going to sleep with her after dinner. I needed to relax & just take things for what they were after all, I was only taking her out for dinner. So why was she trying on her sexiest lingerie?
When it comes to dates I have absolutely no idea. Maybe she just wanted to feel sexy I mean we are going to a 'swanky’ restaurant. Which brings me to my next problem. What do I wear?
The only thing in my wardrobe fot for such an occasion is my suit that I wore to my cousin’s wedding a few years ago.
Luckily it fitted but when it came to the tie I had no idea. I called out to mum & she came tottering in to my room fastening her pearl earings .
“OH WOW mum” I gasped.
“You look stunning, simply stunning”. Mum was wearing a red figure hugging halter neck floor length gown with a sparkling diamente heart shape on the bodice. Gone were the stockings & white heels, replaced only with a pair of shiny silver 5 inch stiletto slides. A large split separated the front of her gown so when she walked her bare legs were exposed almost up to her panties(if she was even wearing any).
One thing I definitely knew she wasn’t wearing was a bra. How she managed to fit those enormous melons into the tight halter neck was beyond me.
“Well dear, what do you think?” she said a little nervously flashing a bit of shoe & leg then doing a twirl.
I was speechless. Her back was completely exposed. Any lower & I swear her arse crack would be showing. As I fixed my bulging eyes on her fabulous butt I could make out the faint lining of a g string. My 51 yr old mother in a g string, my cock was stirring once again.
“Are you sure I look ok? ” she asked.
“I’ve never worn this before & guess what. Its a size 18. I can’t even remember the last time I fitted into an 18 dress. When I saw it I just had to have it & I can’t believe it finally fits me”.
“It doesn’t just fit you mum, it makes love to you ” I said looking her up & down & all around.
In my eyes, only mum could wear such a bold & sexy outfit & make it look elegant & classy.
She ran her hand down my cheek.
“Your such a sweetie, why aren’t you out chasing girls? ” she whispered.
“Girls don’t interest me mum. I prefer mature ladies”.
She smiled.
“Yes I know you do. I’ve seen those granny sites you look at, naughty boy”.
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