At Mothers Window Again - Sex Stories

At Mothers Window Again

... describing her body in graphic detail. He knew her habits better than I did. When he began to tell them how he¹d watched her playing with herself I knew that I should rise and defend her honor, but I didn¹t. Instead, I listened to his description and got hard. The moment they disappeared around the corner of the house I popped out from under the stoop and went around the other way. There was a shed near her bedroom window and a place where I could watch unseen. Tom and his friends were already buried in the shadows near the window and had no idea I was even there. What surprised me was that the blind was wide open just as Tom had said it would be. The light on the bedside table filled the room with light. My mother was propped up with pillows reading a book and sipping from a glass of soda. She was wearing lipstick and I could see that her cheeks were lightly rouged. That struck me as strange because she hadn¹t been wearing makeup when I had said goodnight. As if on cue, she suddenly marked her page and put her book down. She took a long pull at her soft drink and got up off the bed. In spite of the heat, she had changed out of her shorts and was wearing a dress. The buttons down the back were hard to reach and her breasts pressed out against the material as she reached back to undo them. From where she was standing at the bottom of the bed, it was less than ten feet to where Tom and his friends were watching. She faced the window squarely. The thin straps of the summer ...

... dress slipped down her arms letting the bodice fall away . There was no bra to delay her tits from tumbling into view. Not overly large, but well shaped, they were crowned with brownish nipples that swelled out like plump acorns. She gathered the skirt in her hands and inched it up until it was above her waist. As if uncertain what to do next, she strolled back and forth in front of the window affording an unobstructed view of her prancing ass clad only in sexy underwear. The pale skin above her stockings made the black silk panties seem even darker. Garters stretched out of the leg holes and held the stockings up. Wisps of cunt hair poked out of the same holes, in a preview of what was to come. She sat down to take the dress off. Her legs angled off the end of the bed and stretched toward the window. The edge of the mattress propped up her behind. The panties stretched tight across her flat stomach and her breasts jiggled like rounded scoops of jello. Her thighs rolled apart and her panties molded tightly against her mound outlining every detail in black silk. She was moist and the shiny fabric clung to every contour. She ran her finger along the rift pushing the material inside until the lips were clearly embossed in the underwear. Only then did she inch them down unveiling an unruly auburn thatch that grew copiously on the swell of her mound. I had seen it before when she changed into a bathing suit in the f****y car but that was only a glimpse. This time she was purposely ...