My parents had seperated and divorced when I was only six years old. I was forced to live with my father until the age of 18, where it got to the point we could not stand the sight of each other! So I packed my bags and moved in to my mother's small two bedroom apartment. I easily found work as a stock boy but it had me working late at night and I often did not get in til two or three in the morning, depending on if the guys decided to go for a couple beers after work.
Well, one particular evening after work I had gotten home around three in the morning as it was nearing the christmas holidays the gang had opted for a couple rounds at the local watering hole. I stumbled in through the front door and noticed the glare of the tv light in the living room. I quietly entered and found my mother sleeping peacefully on the couch. I also could not help but notice that she was wearing a flimsy red satin nightgown and sticking out of it was my mother's breast. The nipple, perhaps sensing my arrival proceeded to enlarge itself til it stood perfectly erect before my very eyes. Up until this point the very thought of touching my mother had never crossed through my mind. I could not resist, with my cock stiff and begging for release from the confines of my jeans I walked over and grabbed a hold of my mother's tit. For a women in her forty's I had to say that as i squeezed and massaged her plump boob it was still fairly firm. I gently traced around the aerola with my fingertip before gently pinching it, just about blowing a load in my boxers as I did. As I reached in to perform the same ritual on the other the phone rang and awoke my mother from her sleep. I quickly retreated to my bedroom before she saw me and heard her open the door to my room, just to see if I had made it home safely. I prayed she did not come in, for my cock was still at full mast and protruding proudly from my jeans. After only a few seconds I heard her continue on her way down the hall to her room. There was no way I was going to sleep tonight so I waited about an hour and quietly sneaked down the hall to my mother's bedroom.
Her door was left slightly ajar and as quietly as I could i pushed my way inside. I could make out my mother's sleeping form, slightly covered from the waist down by the comforter she used to keep herself warm at night. I snuck up to the where my mother slept and for the first time really noticed how beautiful she was.Her long black hair, draped perfectly to each side of her face but most of all I paid attention to her slightly open mouth and the delicate lips surrounding it. God, I wanted to kiss her, let her feel how much I loved her. I dared not try anything yet, I wanted to make this last as long as I could. Her chest was rising slowly up and down and with each breath in and out her boobs followed its methodic rhythm. I had to see what else was underneath. I gently pulled the comforter off her prone body and marvelled at the rest of her figure. I was shocked to see that my mom did not wear panties, at least to bed as her dark bush was easily visible through her nightgown. The nightgown only went down to her upper thighs so I had a perfect view of my mother's well shaped legs. Damn what a fine job she did of keeping in shape.I could not take much more so I quickly stripped out of my clothes releasing the nine inch monster that had been begging for air since I returned home.
I reached down and slowly lifted the satin material so that it was up around her hips exposing her dark bush for me to see. I needed to see more so I gently pulled her legs apart, hoping to get a good look at her hidden sex. As I parted her thighs even more I nearly came for the second time that night without being touched. There before me her outer lips seemed to be swollen from excitement and her juices were leaking down to the sheet below forming a huge wet spot. I could not believe it, my thoughts raced and to confirm my ideas I gently picked up my mother's hand and brought her fingers to my nose.