Each Day of the Week by Blackstroker
Discover the sultry journey of 'Each Day of the Week' by Blackstroker, an erotic sex story that tantalizes the senses. Dive into a week filled with passion, desire, and unforgettable encounters. Perfect for fans of steamy romance, this captivating tale promises to ignite your imagination. Read now!<br/>
A birthday gift of sexy lingerie lead to the awakening of desires in a loving mom. , Each Day of the Week
Sometimes feelings of lust can creep up on you unexpectedly and uninvited. Without any warning or any previous lascivious thoughts or feelings involved you suddenly find yourself horny and burning up with desire for a person that you had never before contemplated such an interest in. It happened to me with Maggie.
Although I’d known her all my life I’d never once thought of her as a sexual possibility or harbored any secret desire to see or touch her body in a sexual way; not a single fantasy about her had ever played out in my head. That is, until the day I saw her, just out of the bath, coming in my direction wrapped in a towel that was a bit too small; small enough to leave a big enough gap down the front that widened even more with every step to reveal her plump, bushy mound.
The sight caused a sudden involuntary swelling in my crotch that I caressed with my hand.
It’s not like she isn’t good looking or sexy, on the contrary she is a very attractive woman with an ample, curvy body. Not fat, but definitely not slim; I just never saw the raw sexuality in her before that day. She was obviously caught off guard by my presence, being I was never usually up that early.
And I suspect that my physical reaction was partly due to the semi hard on that I had come out of my room with on my way to the bathroom. I doubt she would have chosen that tiny towel had it been a little later in the morning. Anyhow she reacted well, hardly missing a step and showing no sign of embarrassment though she did take a quick look down at the offending towel, after realizing that my eyes were showing interest there.
With a little smile and a brisk “good morning” she walked past me smelling of soap and sex. I looked at her bouncing ass and my cock stretched out some more. I should have, but I didn’t feel any shame, only lust.
My dad died of a heart attack five years ago when I was just twenty. Two years later my elder sister got married and moved away, leaving me and my mom with the house all to ourselves except for the occasional overnight or few days visit by some relative.
Shortly after dad’s passing mom just lost interest in her looks and let herself fall apart noticeably. She never paid much attention to hair or makeup and wore only sober clothes. Her movements centered on home to work and back except for an occasional Sunday visit to the neighborhood church and once or twice a week visits to the supermarket or library.
She had always been a voracious reader, and now spent nearly all of her spare time curled up in bed or chair with a book; no parties, no cinema, no going out for a drink or stroll. By the way, Maggie is my mom. I have been calling her Maggie for as long as I can remember.
It’s a family quirk; nearly all my cousins call their parents by their first names.
Maggie as I mentioned before is fleshy and curvy, standing five feet seven with light brown eyes and creamy chocolate skin with a smoothness that belied her fifty years.
Her breasts which had retained most of its youthful firmness and lift were barely more than an A cup, but what was lacking up there she made up for with an extra share or two of ass that possessed a softness which caused it to jiggle when she walked. She wore only modest shorts and knee length or longer dresses and jeans or slacks that left a lot to the imagination. It was like she had deliberately locked her beauty and sexuality away with dad’s passing.
Her underwear, which I would sometimes glimpse on the line, was less than attractive, no teeny weeny bikinis or thongs or lacy stuff, just basic cotton things that covered all the essentials well.
Needless to say, after that revealing day I began seeing Maggie differently. My eyes lingered on her longingly as she moved about the house.
I imagined her in more revealing and enticing undies; I wondered what it would feel like to flick my tongue over the nipples of those tiny breasts or sink my fingers into her plump ass or part the bush I had glimpsed and insert my finger into her hot mound. I began seeing her not as a mother but as a woman to be fucked, and was nearly always sporting a hard on when she was near.
I soon managed to convince myself that getting her into bed was possible, and started creating mental scenarios that could make it happen. Her birthday was three weeks away from the day of the towel malfunction and I decided that a risqué gift might just be the thing to break the ice and pave the way to her desirable crotch.
The day before Maggie’s birthday I went into a downtown store that I knew specialized in sexy lingerie.
While moving around the store I noticed a couple of mannequins with silky thongs that had a day of the week written on them just above the crotch. While looking at the undies on the mannequins an idea flashed through my head and the more I thought about it the more I felt it was worth exploring. I then walked over to the nightie section and saw pieces that I thought would look delicious covering Maggie’s lush body.
I left the store with seven different colored thongs each carrying a day of the week on them just above the crotch and seven sheer and lacy boy shorts panties also with the days of the week written on them, but at the back. Along with the panties were a couple of nighties, one that would reach a few inches above her knees and a more daring one that would just barely cover her ass.
There were also a couple of silky wraps that would just make mid-thighs.
The next morning I met her in the kitchen and after saying happy birthday and planting a slightly lingering kiss on her lips, handed her the gift wrapped box of sexy lingerie. She gave me a tight hug that pressed her soft breasts onto my bare chest. My cock which was already fairly erect lurched in my pajamas and I took the chance to briefly press it against her upper thigh.
She didn’t seem to notice that little unusual behavior. I stood next to her as she placed the box on a counter and began opening it. I saw her blush red as she glimpsed the contents of the box, and I noticed a slight trembling of her hands. She looked up at me with watery and what looked like questioning eyes as she managed a smile and a soft thank you. She gave me another quick hug and moved to the sink with her back to me.
I went over and stood slightly behind and to the side of her.
“You like my gifts Maggie?” I asked.
“Yes honey, I love them” she said softly.
“You sure, you look taken aback, maybe I shouldn’t have given you this kind of gift.
Do you think it inappropriate?” I wanted to get an idea of how she truly felt.
“Well, to be honest I am a little taken aback, they’re not like anything you usually gift me, but I love them never the less; it’s just that I haven’t worn anything like those in a long time” she laughed, and put her arm around me pulling me close as she give my cheek a little kiss and poke with her nose.