I felt my erection which was almost full blown press into the side of her butt cheek.
Surely she must have felt it this time. Even if she had forgotten what an erection felt like, she must know that it was a cock that was pressed against her butt. But she didn’t pull away or give any indication that anything was out of the ordinary. I felt emboldened to go further, but checked myself; I had to be absolutely certain before taking the plunge, maybe let it play out in little ambiguous ways like this for a few more days; testing her waters, so to speak.
I pulled away from her.
“I know, that’s why I bought them, I don’t particularly like those old lady things I see hanging on the lines”
“But I am an old lady. I’m fifty years old”
“That is not old, and you don’t look like fifty anyway, not even forty”
“Are you flattering me because it is my birthday young man; not even forty you say?”
“I mean it Maggie, you look like a much younger woman, and so beautiful too” I saw her blush again.
“You have to stop trying so hard to make yourself look old and undesirable.” She laughed again.
“Well if it’s that so obvious, and you are that displeased, I guess I’ll have to try and change my ways.”
“Well, you can start by putting that juicy body of yours into those things I bought you.”
“My, my, juicy; what a word to describe your old mom” she giggled.
“I call it as I see it; and I’ll be checking on you.” I said and hurried away, glad to show her my back instead of the tent in front of me.
After three days had passed, during which time I noticed subtle attempts at makeup and a little more than usual grooming of her hair, I accosted her in the living room after she had come downstairs wearing a light blue sun dress that hovered just around her knees.
It was Saturday morning and she was about to go into her little garden.
“It’s Saturday young lady, I hope you’re wearing the appropriate undergarment beneath that dress.” I said in a mock stern voice.
“Why yes sir, I am” she said playing along.
“What does it read?”
“Saturday, sir”
“I do think you are lying.”
“No sir, I’m not.”
“Then prove it, hike up that dress let me see for myself.”
“Really Mike,” she said, sounding flustered.
“Yes, really, I gotta see for myself that you’re not lying, that you’re not wearing one of those old lady things.
I told you I would be checking on you.”
“Aw, come on, I’m telling the truth”
“Well prove it mom,” I said stressing on the “mom.” “You are my mom, so there’s nothing to hide or be ashamed of, so come on hike it up and let me see Saturday smiling at me.” She laughed at that.
“Mike, you’ve got to be kidding, what you are asking me to do is so out of place.”
“No it isn’t, it’s not like I haven’t seen the panty before, I bought it.”
“Well, you may have seen it before, but not on me.” She dragged out the “me.” “You don’t really expect me to expose myself indecently?”
“It can’t be indecent exposure if you’re in your own living room and it’s only you and me, your son, present and it’s not like I’ve never seen you down there either”
“You have?” She asked, knitting her brow as a shy smile played on her face, “you’re talking about the other morning when I had on that little towel”
“Not only then, several other times,” I said teasingly.
“You don’t honestly believe that as careful as you usually are that you’ve never sat down in a revealing manner or left your door open while dressing or undressing?” She brought her hand up to her mouth, but it didn’t hide the smile and I sensed that I was getting through to her.
“Oh my!”
“So come on, prove to me that I haven’t wasted my time trying to make you want to live again and be dressing like the young, beautiful and sexy woman you are.”
She looked at me long and steady as if searching my face for sincerity and innocence, before shrugging her shoulders.
“Ok, you’ve convinced me, but I’m only going to do it this once.
After this you’ll just have to trust me; you have to know how embarrassing this is to me.”
She placed her hands to her thighs and began pulling the dress up slowly. As inch after inch of luscious creamy chocolate thighs was revealed I felt my cock which was already in an aroused state began to stiffen. And when the plump mound barely covered by a glittering silver and black thong was bared to my lusting eyes, I almost came in my pants.
Maggie’s fat snugly covered pussy was such a marvelous sight my eyes widened and my mouth dropped open involuntarily. I realized that we were both frozen in this moment of unbelievable boundary crossing.
“Saturday is nice” Was all I managed to say, weakly, dumbfounded by the enticing sight.
One thing I noticed immediately was that the lush bush I’d spied on the morning of the tiny towel episode was gone, no doubt trimmed to avoid any overreaching beyond the thong sides.
Against my body’s urging to take the game to a higher level right there and then, I listened to my bigger head and wrenched my dilating eyes away, breaking the hypnotic like spell.
“Ok, you can lower your dress before you think I’m ogling your pussy.”
“What?” she blurted out no doubt staggered by my choice of words.
But then she added “weren’t you? She quickly followed with “Just kidding,” and a teasing little chuckle which seemed to say “I got you pegged, son.”
“I wasn’t, I was just momentarily stunned by its beauty, that’s a nice looking lump you’ve got there, if I may say so.” Her mouth fell open and she looked at me as if I were some kind of crazy person.
“Well considering my age and all other things, I’ll take that as a well meant compliment.”
“That’s the spirit.”
“Well, satisfied?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to answer that with words in case I go off track from too much haste.
“So you’ll trust me from now, no more spot checks?”
“Maybe, maybe not, I’m not so sure you won’t be tempted to go back to your old ways.
She gave me a mock cross-eyed look and walked away briskly, her lush ass bouncing under the thin cotton dress.
The next day I was sitting in the living room watching TV when she appeared, wearing clothes that suggested she was preparing for church.
“By the looks of it young lady, today is Sunday.”
‘’Yes sir, and if you must know, I’m wearing my Sunday special.”
“Am I to believe that?”
“Yep, I would expect you do”
“Well, I don’t and I won’t unless I see with my own eyes; seeing is believing.”
“Oh no, no more seeing, you promised to trust me.”
“No I didn’t, come on let me see that thong.”
“Really, I can’t believe you’re asking me to do this when I’m going to church.”
“I am, especially because you’re going to church.
You might not think it appropriate turning up in church in your Sunday special.”
“I can’t believe I’m letting you talk me into doing this again, especially when I’m getting ready for church, you are a wicked little demon sir.
But I guess this comes with my status; a loving mom would do just about anything to please her little boy.” She shrugged, feigning defeat as I threw back in the chair with a cocky look on my face and awaited the opening of the lily.
Staring at me with a partly daring, partly confused look on her pretty face, she pulled up her skirt and bundled it around her waist, then she slowly brought her slip up to join it.