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... awoke to find her still spooned up to me, her arm draped over my side, clasping my chest, her warm satin covered body pressed against me. I could feel her breasts slowly heaving against my back in time with the soothing sounds of her breathing. I did notice something different though. Her nightdress had ridden-up and I could feel the naked skin of her thighs against my bottom and the soft cotton of her panties tickled me when she stirred. It was an extremely sensual feeling and I felt a bit ashamed as my body reacted accordingly. I lay as still as I could until I gradually fell back to sleep. When I woke again she had gone, leaving just the lingering smell of her perfume accompanied by the remote sound of clattering in the kitchen. I lay there, comforted by the sound of her at work, but also by the fact that it was women that really turned me on, even if it had been Mom.

I found her busy making breakfast. She gave me a hug and asked me if I was feeling better and tightened her arms when I said that I was and she had made all the difference. She told me she hadn't slept so well in ages and I said the same. Nothing else needed to be said. From that night on I often slept in her bed and never felt better. I loved cuddling up to her and being surrounded by her things. The femininity of her room, the soft materials, the pastel shades and all the scents that accompanied them were so comforting and soothing. I noticed that although being in bed with her made me aroused, it ...

... did not make me lustful, just calm and peaceful in a beautifully innocent way.

The summer holidays arrived early that year because once I had finished my exams there was nothing to do but wait and see if I had got into college. I found myself lying-in while my Mom went off to work. She had long stopped being embarrassed in my presence and, although she would use the en-suite to change out of her night clothes, she would wander around the bedroom in her panties and bra or camisole while she decided what to wear. It is hard to describe how erotic I found this, and because I could not bear to sexualise my mother, I sexualised the clothes she was wearing. I don't think she knew how frustrated it left me until I heard the front door close and could relieve the pent-up sexual tension she had left behind.

Looking back, it was inevitable that my fascination with her under-things would lead to something more. One morning, when she had overslept and left in a particular hurry, I picked up the panties and camisole she had slept in and dropped casually on the bathroom floor. As I went to drop them into the laundry basket, their warm, smooth and sexy softness felt so good between my figures that I scrunched them up in my hand. I felt an irresistible compulsion to keep touching them. I held them up to my face and inhaled my mother's perfume. I stood there for an age, a strange aura of serenity surrounding me. I was unable to put them down, and then, all of a sudden, I had an intense ...