After being caught red-fisted so to speak, I started locking my door. This would eliminate that possibility from ever happening again. Of course, the evidence still remained in my waste basket. Ah, the stupidity of youth.
One day, my father was at work as usual. He didn’t start drinking until he came home which he did privately outside. He had bottles of vodka hidden everywhere… Like we didn’t know. We found them often. Of course, we didn’t really need to find them. We saw the results.
I saw that my mother was home which was unusual as she worked an 8-5 job every weekday. I was just coming in from school. I was going to the local community college, and had different schedules based on the day of the week. So, at the time, I assumed my mother didn’t realize I was coming home. I walked pass my room, and to my mother’s room to let her know I was home.
When I got to her room, I got the surprise of my life. My mother stood on the other side of the room totally naked with her door open. I stood there for what seemed like forever looking at her surprisingly sexy body, but it was probably only a few seconds. She never said a word. She just looked at me without moving. I remember being embarrassed beyond belief as I stood there taking in her body with my lusting eyes. Then I quickly turned, and went back to my room almost sprinting. Again, nothing was ever said about this either. I think my mother just wanted to avoid these conversations all together which was fine by me.
Later I started thinking about it, and I realized my mother had made no attempt to cover herself. I thought that was odd. I’ve always thought covering up was almost a reflex action made by anyone when they were accidentally caught unclothed. However, she did nothing. So, as I thought more about it, she should have known there was a possibility I could come home. I also remembered that I wasn’t particularly quiet when I came in the house. It’s not like I was trying to sneak up on her. Why didn’t she hear me moving around? Also, why didn’t she just simply close her door regardless of the time of day. Most people close their doors when they are about to change clothes. That would have eliminated any possibility of being caught naked. Right?
All of this really confused me. It just didn’t make any sense, or was I just over-thinking it? The thing that was most confusing was the fact that I was thinking about her sexually all the time. I had never considered her particularly attractive before. Sometimes she would even creep into my masturbatory fantasies. That was a little freaky I thought. What I thought about most was the beauty of her breasts. They were sagging just a bit as would any woman of 55 years, but her nipples were perfect. The areolas were about a half dollar size with a perfect pencil eraser size nub in the center. Her skin was very pale like Snow White which set off the color of her beige nipples perfectly. Her figure was a very nice hour glass shape. She had a bit of a tummy as would be expected, and she had a perfect triangular shaped dark auburn bush which matched the color of her hair. Although, there didn’t seem to be any of the gray in her bush. She had streaks of gray running through her auburn hair.
She had a very sexy torso, but her face, legs and arms showed her 55 years. Her face had the creases of a woman who’d had a worried life. She had vericose veins on her upper thighs. Since I had only ever seen her fully dressed before, who knew what a hot body lay beneath? She had a wonderful womanly figure. She never dressed to show her curves as was the style for a married mother of her age at the time.
Now my thoughts were making me feel a bit guilty. After all, this was my mother. She was entering my fantasies more and more. Not only that, but why was I able to see that mind blowing vision? Could she not hear me as I entered the house, or did she? Why had she left her door open? Did she want me to see? Was she frustrated from lack of intimacy with my drunkard father? Did she actually enjoy catching me masturbating? Was she purposely leading me down this path subtly making the first move herself, or was she just teasing me? Could she see this as a possible answer to both of our needs? No, that’s just stupid. Right?
As these questions raced through my head, my mind began to wonder if I should try to fulfill both our fantasies, assuming this was also her fantasy. Is she waiting on me to make the first move? Do I have the guts to make the first move? Oh, MY HEAD WAS ABOUT TO EXPLODE! So, I thought… Is there a way I could subtly let her know that I was interested without too much embarrassment? That’s when I decided to start “accidentally” brushing up against her from time to time to see her reactions.
One night while she was in her night gown, I “accidentally” brushed across her left tit in passing. SHE WASN’T WEARING A BRA! Oh, those tits were so soft and squeezable. However, there was no reaction on her part. She just kept walking. Was this her way of ignoring a situation as she had always done in the past, or was she receptive? She didn’t even acknowledge it.
So, a few nights later, I tried it again, and, again, no reaction. Well, regardless of her intent, I loved brushing by her tits. So, I decided to continue doing this until I got a reaction one way or another. Needless to say, this became a nightly part of my masturbatory ritual. Once, I actually caught a glimpse of her face in passing. She seemed to have a small grin, but I wasn’t sure.
Since she didn’t seem to mind my brushing against her tits, I decided to brush up against her ass while we were in our tiny kitchen. This is easily explained, right? Again, no reaction. So, this too became a nightly ritual.
As time went on, my frustrations got the better of me. I decided to confront her. So, one night she was sitting on the right end of the couch with her legs underneath her. She was across the den from my comatose father, and doing her crossword puzzle. She loved those puzzles. So, with all my courage in tow, I sat down beside her. Not too close. She said “Hey”, and I just sort of mumbled my response a bit out of fright from what I was about to do, and she said “What?”. So, I said “Momma, I’m worried that I missed a once in a lifetime opportunity.” Trying to be as ambiguous as possible, and leaving myself an escape route.
Momma said “Oh my, and what opportunity was that?”
I replied “I er ah… should not have turned away, and went to my room the day I saw you in your room.” THERE, I said it, or so I thought. I had passed to the point of no return.
She asked “What are you talking about?”, and I replied “The day I saw… You know…”
She said “No, I don’t know. Saw what?” CRAP, she was going to make me spell it out. So much for my escape route. Now, I was wondering… Does she really not know, or is she just playing coy? So, I mustered up all the courage I had, and said “The day I saw you naked!”
She said “Oh, that.” To which I replied “Yes, that.” Now I was in way too deep. So, I was fast forward all steam ahead. So, I said “I wonder what might have happened if I had come into the room with you instead of going to my room.”
Then she said “Why would you do that?” I thought, CRAP! Was she trying to make me come out and say “I WANT TO FUCK YOU!”? Now, I knew she was playing coy because my mother is not stupid. So, I had to bull through this, and just do what I needed. So, I said “To be with you!”. That was a good way to say it. Right?