“Hey mum?” Samuel asked, his mouth feeling a little dry.
“Yes, honey?” She replied without moving or turning away from the TV.
This was it. He was about to get her to move again. ‘Oh fuck, am I really going to do this? Am I really going to ask her to move? Do I really want to see?’
His cock twitched at the thought. He moved his hands over his crotch to conceal the obvious bulge of a stiff dick ready to ejaculate.
‘Do it! Do it now!’
Licking his lips to wet his mouth, he replied: “Umm…could you pass me the popcorn please? In the bowl. Over there.” He nodded to the side table by her head as she looked back at him for a moment.
‘Good boy…’
“Sure! Of course, darling”. She replied, completely unaware of what her son was trying to get her to do.
The bowl required some stretching to get to. If she were to get up, her clothes would fall back into place and Samuel wouldn’t get to see anything. But if she stayed laying down and stretched forward…then there was a chance her clothes would slip and reveal more.
In the milliseconds between her answering and making a decision to either stand or stretch, Samuel begged that it would be the latter. ‘Please, please…please.’ His cock was pulsing in anticipation. He could feel the warmth of his rock hard shaft in his abdomen.
Looking over at the bowl, Stacey paused for a second, then started to reach for the bowl.
‘Yes!’ He cheered. ‘That’s it…reach a little further. Show me what’s underneath…’
Stretching even further, her tracksuit top moved up her back another inch: revealing more of her naked tanned back and midriff. Samuel’s eyes widened with delight. It was working!
Her manicured hand was still an inch or two from being able to clasp the rim of the bowl. “Ahh…nearly there…” She said rather breathlessly as she shuffled her hips forward on the sofa to make up the distance.
Her movement was perfect. The shuffle created the desired effect Samuel craved: as Stacey reached for the bowl, her bottoms slid down her warm legs another inch. His eyes flew open and he had to be careful to keep his mouth closed at what he saw. He thought for certain that his twitching cock was about to start seeping cum into his pyjamas.
‘Fuck that’s hot! That filthy whore!’
‘Holy shit!’ Samuel said to himself as more of the garment around her ass revealed itself. ‘It’s a thong! It’s a fucking thong! My mummy wears thongs’. His face turning bright red with excitement and shock.
He never could have imagined such a naughty surprise waiting for him. He thought the Calvin Klein waist band was the top of a pair of briefs or boxer shorts. Just like the ones he would wear. But he was so wrong!
His mother’s over-stretching revealed to him that that was all there was around her hip: a waistband. Nothing more. No fabric covering her hips or ass. Just a single elasticated waist band, about an inch wide, running the length of his mother’s tanned hips.
His wide eyes took in everything. He studied every detail of the skimpy underwear: the material slightly thickened at the top centre of her bum where the horizontal waistband met with the vertical strip of material running down the centre of her ass and back up over her vagina, connecting at the front and rear to create a small fabric ‘T’ shape no more than 2 inches wide.
‘Oh God that’s beautiful! She must feel incredible wearing such a thin piece of fabric.’ He was practically drooling with lust.
Stacey then shuffled around on her belly to bring the bowl of popcorn over to her son. Her movement bought the tracksuit bottom back down over the majority of her previously exposed ass, hip, back and thong. But he wasn’t dissatisfied, he’d seen more than he could ever have imagined.
“Thank you.” Was all Samuel could quietly say as he reached forward for the bowl and placed it on his lap. His hard cock tapped against the bowl as Stacey turned back around to watch TV.
Samuel was stuck in a trance replaying the image of his mother’s thong emerging from her ass and crawling up her naked back. ‘Shit that was hot’. His eyes glazing over with the lust of the image in his mind. ‘Why was that so good?’
He kept thinking about his mother’s ass and thong as he mindlessly chomped on the popcorn. ‘I wonder if Miss Brighton wears something similar at university? Like a naughty secret only she knows about, hidden away on that perfect body.’
The thought of his professor walking around in such scant underwear, concealed under tight fighting clothing, took his cock close to the edge.
‘I wish I was in my room!’ More than ever he needed release. But he was stuck. Stuck in the warm lounge with his mother. His too-short-tracksuit wearing mother. His tanned-hips-big-tits mother. His thong-concealing-exposed-slutty mother!
“Ahhh!” He moaned aloud as his cock pulsed and twitched into the soft fabric of his pyjamas.
‘Start rubbing it! She won’t know! She’s distracted by the pretty flashing lights!’
‘I need to make an excuse’. He was close to bursting now. ‘I need to get out of here and get upstairs to my laptop.’ He checked the TV guide again. There were 10 minutes remaining. 10 minutes. That’s all. Then he could get upstairs and touch his cock and empty his balls.
Samuel did his best to purge his mind of the thoughts of his mother and Miss Brighton in thongs. His gaze locked on to the TV, fearing that if he looked over to his mother – even a second – his swollen cock would start to spew cum for her.
‘Just focus on the TV. Just keep looking ahead and I can get out of here. I can do this.’
“Everything OK, sweetheart?” Stacey asked her son.
The TV had been switched off for 2 minutes now, but Samuel, so focused on stopping his cock from going off in front of his mother, hadn’t realised.
Shaken from his focus, and realising his mother had been watching him stare blankly into the middle-distance of the lounge for a few seconds, Samuel responded sounding rather embarrassed: “Oh! Y-yes. Yes, I’m fine. Sorry! Must’ve zoned out for a second. I think I’m going to have to go to bed soon. Long day!”.
“You’re not joking!” His mother laughed. “You were miles away. You looked drunker than I get on ladies night!”
He didn’t dare think about her night out with her work colleagues. The thought of her in her underwear wearing a tight dress and a pair of heels would set him off right there and then.
She carried on. “I think that’s a good idea – get some rest. You’ve got another big day of university tomorrow, young man.”
With that said, she made her way over to Samuel to give him a kiss and a hug goodnight.
‘Don’t look at her! Don’t look at her legs, or stomach or tits! Not even for a second!’ Samuel instructed himself for fear of creaming himself.
‘Check her out…a quick peek won’t hurt!’
He was looking directly ahead as she kissed him on the forehead. It took all his power not to look at the way the ‘Just Do It’ slogan stuck out as a result of his mother’s fake tits, but he managed it.
Stacey then walked away, but not before adding “Oh and…please make sure you wash those pyjamas, Sammie”. And with that she blew him a kiss, exited the lounge and headed upstairs to the bathroom to get ready for bed.