Mother son relationship develops over time

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Gradually these visits ramped up. Once I waited till mother had just left, stripped myself naked and went to her bedroom. I put on one of her old-fashioned pointed bras, stuffed it with panties to make it look real, and groped at it as if it contained authentic breasts. Then I slipped on one of her suspender belts and carefully rolled a pair of stockings over my legs. I stood in from of the mirror imagining this was my mother I was seeing. Then I lay on her bed and started fondling my own legs, running my hands up and down mother’s stockings. I was entranced by the feel of the nylon. It was so incredibly exciting I couldn’t stop myself from ejaculating there and then. But afterwards I was shaking uncontrollably, part from excitement, part from fear of getting caught, and hurriedly I put everything back and tried to clear up my mess. I was sure however I’d left some dried semen on one of her nylons.

But it was in the evening time I made my most significant moves. The dark hours just before bed had always been the most sensual, with mother sitting there (or lying on the sofa) half asleep. She’d always looked ‘vulnerable’ but now that vulnerability seemed exciting. The first time anything actually happened was on a Friday night. She’d been out playing bridge with some of her ‘old crony’ friends. Usually in the evening she worn a white linen nightdress under her dressing gown, but if she’d been out she’d often just take off her skirt and top, not bother to remove her nylons, and then just cover herself with the gown.

I think she must have had a drink or two while she was out but she still took her sleeping pills. The net result was she lay on the sofa and drifted off to sleep. I looked at her laying there snoring gently. Nothing of her body was showing apart from a small gap in the gown revealing her knee and a tiny bit of thigh. I sat there for a long time just staring at that gap. And then I did something I most definitely shouldn’t have done. Slowly and gingerly I moved over to the sofa and knelt down beside her. Convinced she was deeply asleep I gently lifted the edge of her dressing gown up and over.

I rocked back on my heels is awe and fascination. One leg was revealed all the way up to her waist. My eyes travelled up from her nylon-covered knee and thigh and feasted on a dark brown multi-layer stocking top and the white flesh above. My heart was pounding as I studied the way the suspender was attached and clipped to the stocking top. I had no idea why but it seemed like the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Then my attention was drawn higher to her white panties and the way they dived inward between her legs making a sharp ‘V’ shape. Immediately above the V of the panties lay a low smooth mound (which in those days I didn’t really understand). It fascinated me and I had a sudden urge to run my fingers over it, and feel its shape and texture.

I didn’t however, and my eyes simply travelled further up over her stomach to the bottom of a barely revealed white bra. For a long time I just looked. I was shaking with a combination of lust, fear, and excitement. Steeling myself I smoothly lifted the gown back further over her breast. It wasn’t big but the bra she was wearing made it seemed pointed and sharp. I can’t adequately explain just how much I wanted to wrap my hand around that breast and feel and fondle it.

But then mother stirred in her sleep and I panicked.

I grabbed at her dressing gown, half pulled it over, and scrambled back into my chair. In the event I don’t think mother would have woken up if I hadn’t been so scared and clumsy and noisy. But wake up she did. She turned on to her side and opened her eyes. By then I was back sitting down, but I felt both guilty and fearful and I was sure it showed in my face. She was groggy at first, but then she lifted herself up on one elbow and gave me a strange look. Then she looked down at herself and seeing there was too much of her legs and stockings on show, she pulled her gown back over. I don’t know what I expected to happen next, but after a moment she just lay back down and closed her eyes.

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