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Mom Cleans House

... to fondly remember that big oak tree. In my early teens it had become an obsession with me to climb to the top of it. I had vowed to conquer it at any cost, and after many failed attempts I finally did. From that time on I spent countless hours up in that tree admiring the great view it gave of our place. On one occasion I got a view of something I have never forgotten. It was right after supper that I went out and hauled myself up to my favorite perch. The sun was just going down as I stared out into space, until my attention was drawn to the light coming on in my parent's bedroom. Carefully turning I could see directly into the room and I watched awestruck as my mother entered and began to undress. My mother is a petite woman, standing about five-one and weighing no more than a hundred and ten pounds. She has flowing brown hair; the same color as mine, that reaches slightly below her shoulders, and still does. Silently I watched as she removed her thin cotton housedress and then shrugged out of the white slip underneath. There she stood in the middle of the room in all her glory, exposed to my bulging eyes. The image of her small upturned breasts with light-brown areolas, capped with long pinkish nipples and a full bush of brown pubic hair covering her mound, would be forever etched into my brain. I knew that it was wrong to be watching, but at that moment no power on earth could have made me turn away. To this day I'm not sure if she saw me there, but when she walked ...

... over and slowly lowered the blinds on the window there was an odd look on her face. Shortly after my little spying incident I entered what I like to refer to as my perverted stage. Unable to shake the image of my mother's nakedness from my mind I was determined to see more. I took every opportunity available to try and get a peek at her again. But unfortunately, whenever I climbed up the tree, her window blinds were always closed. So I developed a new strategy. I followed her around the place, always at a discreet distance, hoping to catch a glimpse of anything even remotely tantalizing. Mom always favored wearing light cotton housedresses while at home, even when cleaning. It was while she was cleaning one day that I discovered something else about my mother. Apparently Mom wasn't a big fan of underwear. I had just walked into the kitchen and she was squatting in front of the stove cleaning the knobs. She was dipping a sponge into a pail of soapy water on the floor between her wide spread knees, her dress hiked up on her thighs. From were I was standing I had a clear view of the insides of her creamy white thighs all the way up to her exposed hairy pussy. Needless to say from that time on I volunteered to help her around the house. It was also at that time that I discovered to joys of self-gratification. I sat there at my work desk and let those faded memories flood my mind until they were as clear as they were back then. Without realizing I was doing it, my hand found its way ...