Originally Posted by Justy
this goes along with my cousin Kathy experience where I mention my mother was the first woman I seen naked. Her is what went down.
Growing up I was the only child. I was raised by mother, my father skipped out when I was about 5. Mom never remarried, or even dated after that. She was shy and mostly stayed to herself.
One night, I was suppose to be staying the night at my cousins house, but he got sick, so I walked home.
When I got there, I noticed all the lights were off, expect the one in moms room. Perfect time to jump in and scare her.
I crept up to her door and peeked in. She was not in there, but I could hear her moving around in her bathroom. Excellent, I tip toed over to her closet sliding the door open and climbed inside, then sliding the door shut behind me (except for a little crack to see out of.)
After a few minutes, she came out... completely naked! My mother was always pretty modest. The type of woman that would wear swimming trucks and a shirt over her one piece to swim. She'd sleep in flannel PJ's, and never wore reveiling clothes... period! I'm sure that my father was the only other male that had ever seen here naked.
She walked over to her night stand and grabbed a bottle of lotion, and then sat down at the edge of the bed facing the closet. She began rubbing the lotion onto her shoulders, and then onto her breast.
Her breast were amazing. They were were big and round, not saggy at all. Her aeroals where big, probably the same circumference of a soda can. They were light pink in color, not much darker than the flesh that surrounded them. Her nipples were hard and poked out like little pencil erasers as she massaged the lotion into her chest. I know I shouldn't of watched, but I was a young man and curiousty got the best of me.
After her breast, she applied lotion to the rest of her body... though she seemed to deliberately work around her vagina. Then she scooted back onto the bed and got into a birthing position with her legs spread wide. Mom had a thick bush that spread from thigh to thigh.. She had big labias that were spread open like a flower. Her Clit was swollen and rather large, poking out between her pussy lips. She spread herself open with her index and ring finger, and used her middle finger to rub up and down her slit. She was wet, real wet. Her juice flowed out of her pussy, down her hairy asshole, and formed a puddle on the bed below her.
It was very sensually. I could smell her sweet aroma, a fragrance I'll never forget. As she slowly worked her finger up and down her slit, she would randomly slid it into her tight pussy and let out a little moan. She slowly worked her dripping wet box and every time she neared orgasm she would lift her middle finger from her slit, just rubbing her index and ring fingers up and down her labias, allowing herself to stay right on the edge of orgasm.
The room was now heavy in her scent. You could hear how wet see was as she slid her finger up and down her slit. After about 10 cycles of this, she would slid in finger deep into her hole 3 or 4 times, and then pull it out dripping in her juices.... then she would go back to rubbing her slit.
She worked her box like this for a good 20 minutes, nice and slow.. The bed underneight her was soaked. Her breathing started becoming heavier, and she was starting to thrust her hips up and down... she took four fingers and started furiously rubbing her clit with a good amount of down force... with a loud moan she beganing to have a series of orgrams... her cum was running out of her flooded box and down her pulsing asshole, and down onto the already large puddle on the bed.
At this point I wanted to jerk off so bad, but I realized she might be coming to the closet next to get clothes and I would already have some major explaining to do... luckily, she laid there for a minute or two to catch her breath, and then walked into the bathroom. When I heard the shower come on, I tipped toed back into the living room and turned on the tv.
When mom got out of the shower, she came into the living room and asked how long I had been home. I said that I just walked in a minute or two ago. She asked if I had been in her room? I nervously said "no, why?" She said that her closet door was open, and she didn't remember leaving it open. I just shrugged my shoulders? Nothing was ever said about it again, but I always wonder if she knew. Over the next few years I made it my mission to vouyer her as much as possible... Seems like she loved masterbating as much as I loved watching her do it. We came together on a weekly bases, though she never knew it.
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04-19-2019, 12:03 PM
