‘I bet Stacey’s thought about. All your friends tease you saying she looks fit. Maybe they saw her online? Surely this ditz would find sucking off strangers easier than running a business? With that make-up and all those enhancements over the years, she’d fit right in with Lexi…’
His mother adjusted herself on the sofa and it caught Samuel’s attention. He watched her laying there, snuggling under a wool blanket. ‘Even without make-up, men would found her attractive.’ He found himself thinking; the thought just popping into his head, somewhat surprising him.
Similar thoughts about his mother just kept coming. He didn’t understand why nor could he force himself to think about something else.
He thought about all the times his classmates mocked him for having a mother who looked like such a woman, when he looked so unlike a man. It wasn’t just people at school who had felt the need to tell him that they would enjoy bending her over either. Whenever mother and son were walking through town together, she would almost always receive wolf whistles from men in white vans or perched on construction site scaffolding. She would never respond, but that was when she was with Samuel. What she did when he wasn’t there was a mystery to him.
‘I suppose she is more ‘feminine’ than my classmates’ mums.’ He pondered as he scanned her from head to toe. By now she was laying belly-down facing the TV. Her feet, the closest body part of hers to his, were an arms length away.
‘I guess I would have to admit, people find her attractive; more than the average person, anyway. I suppose she is objectively attractive…in a sort of arousing way.’
His eyes lingered on her waist.
‘And she’s done a good job of staying in shape. I mean…she exercises a lot.’
Through a strict exercise routine and healthy diet, Stacey had managed to keep off excess fat from her belly and her hips. She had long legs which gave way to a plump bum.
‘Even in her baggy tracksuit, I bet her butt is as firm as any late-twenties yoga instructor. It’s very…smackable!’
Samuel jolted! ‘Holy shit! Where did that come from?’ The thought had just appeared fully formed in his head. ‘What am doing thinking about smacking my own mother’s ass?’
But before he could analyse his own question or shake himself free of the thought, Stacey started to kick off the wool blanket – right on cue as if to reveal herself to him. Samuel knew he should look away. But he didn’t. He couldn’t.
He watched on as her legs kicked the blanket further and further down as she wiggled on the sofa. It was shaken down past her plump bum, strong thighs and to her ankles…eventually revealing the naked feet that were in touching distance to her son.
Of course, she wasn’t aware of the show she had started to put on for him. She was still glued to the TV, blissfully unaware that her every movement was under her son’s close watch.
Evidently, she was getting warm. But with the blanket removed and only a tracksuit top on her torso, she couldn’t cool herself down any further; and so her shuffling and wiggling continued.
A short while later, after a particularly sizeable adjustment, her tracksuit top started to shift up her torso. The absence of any T-shirt underneath revealed to Samuel a strip of tanned warm skin around her lower back and belly. Although her blonde hair ran quite a length down her back, it was not long enough to conceal the small strip of flesh she had left exposed.
‘I should look away. I should really look away. What would she say if she saw me staring? Why even am I looking? She’s my mother!’ Samuel questioned.
Maybe it was the fantasies about teachers-turned-pornstars that had switched him off from watching TV or something else entirely, but he wanted to look. He really wanted to look.
‘You want her to keep wiggling, don’t you? Admit it. You want to see a little more of her. Maybe you could get to see all of her back and belly…’
It didn’t look like she was going to get comfortable any time soon; which meant more shuffling around on the sofa. With the next movement, Samuel watched her bum jutting up into the air.
Her tracksuit top remained pulled slightly upwards, exposing her naked belly and back, but this latest movement created a new and exciting development for Samuel. Her tracksuit bottom slid down a full inch.
‘Surely she’s going to adjust herself?’ He asked himself of his mother. ‘She knows I’m right behind her. Surely she can feel that her skin is out?’
‘Maybe she’ll flash her ass at you? Maybe then you could give it that smack? She might squeal or say ‘Thank you…now do it again!’
Evidently, the movement was minimal enough for Stacey not to notice or care about because she didn’t adjust either her tracksuit or bottoms. And when the next wiggle came, and the bottoms were pulled another few centimetres downwards, it was sufficient enough to reveal the top of her underwear: a white Calvin Klein waistband contrasting against her tanned skin.
‘Oh my…they’re her panties! She’s actually flashing her panties at me! How can she not tell?’ He asked himself, amazed and enraptured by the view of her.
‘It looks like mummy’s putting on a little show…’
‘I really have got to stop looking!’ Samuel tried to turn away, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. The thrill of watching her. The way she was seemingly totally oblivious to her naked lower back and belly. And her panties. It was all just too enjoyable to miss.
‘Hmm. Calvin Klein.’ He was pondering her choice of underwear. ‘Isn’t that a men’s brand? Are they boxer shorts? I wonder why she’s wearing male underwear?’
‘Maybe she doesn’t like the cut or fabric of female underwear?’ He puzzled as he stared at the exposed waistband.
‘Why wouldn’t she like female underwear? The panties I had on today were so smooth and stretchy compared to my boxer shorts. I loved the way they cut into me.’ He was being totally honest with himself. ‘Imagine what it would feel like with a pair of knickers covering that fuckable arse!’
‘Mmm. ‘Fuckable arse’. Where did that come from you naughty, naughty boy? Don’t you know who she is…’
‘Oh dear.’ Samuel could feel his cock waking up. ‘I really have to stop looking!’
‘But why? You don’t have to look away. Just relax…’
Stacey continued to squirm on the sofa in front of Samuel for the next five minutes. Samuel did try to concentrate on the TV, but the sight of his mother, and her exposed panties kept calling him back. It was just too hard to not stare.
‘You’d like to see some more, wouldn’t you? It’s fine to say ‘Yes.’ But you’re going to have give her a helping hand…you’re going to have to make her show you more…’
He really did want to see more. ‘If I ask her to move and her clothes just happen to reveal her body…that’s not my fault, is it?’ For the first time the thought seriously formed in his consciousness. He was actually considering it.
‘What’s to consider? She’s clearly comfortable. And judging by that big hard cock pressed up against the thin fabric of those pyjamas…I know you want it.’
He had made up his mind. He was going to do it. He was going to ask his own mother to move so that he could see more of her body…more of her underwear.