My mother gave birth to me in the summer, making my parents extremely happy. My father had always wanted a son, and they had tried for several years before his wish was granted. Unfortunately, about that time my father was diagnosed with a severe illness and he was only given a couple of years. He spent them holding me and singing to me, I can still hear his voice in my ears.
My mother made sure there were many photos of him around, so I would not forget him, ever.
My father passed away when I was three, lasting slightly longer than the doctors gave him. My mother was distraught but was and still is a strong woman. For quite a while she didn’t date, instead, making sure my education and well-being came first.
I was a good student and by the time I was ten, I was far ahead of most of my class. My mother decided it was time for her to go back out into the dating world and within the year she was remarried. My step-father at first was nice, but it didn’t take too long for him to show his real colours. The guy was a prick. He was abusive and hit my mother numerous times. As a young man under thirteen there was little I could do. I tried to come to mom’s assistance once and I got a black eye and a broken rib for my troubles.
After nearly five years of an abusive marriage, my mother plucked up the courage to get a lawyer involved and served him divorce papers. He got kicked out the house and mom threw his suitcase to the curb. I swear that night the picture of my dad on my bedside table was smiling from ear to ear.
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It was about six months after mother’s divorce and I had just turned sixteen. Mother was coming out of her shell and started to dress sexy again. Mom still had a thing about dating and told me that she wasn’t going to be dating any men ever again. I know she was just saying it, but I sometimes thought she meant it.
Mom was planning on going out with the girls, something she had been doing a lot recently. I knew she was going to be dressing in her favourite pink dress. The one that left little to the imagination and showed off her belly and bare back.
Mom really knew how to dress herself up and still being in her early forties she looked amazing. Her long blond hair cascades over her shoulders and over her ample breasts. I knew she looked amazing and with no one to talk to me about my sexual urges I often found myself using my mother as the inspiration for my many jerk off sessions.
It was close to the evening and I heard the shower stop. I crept up to the door of my mother’s bedroom which she always had unlocked. I was in luck; the door was ajar, and I just got there in time to see the towel drop from her body.
Mom looked fantastic. Her breasts were large and soft, and I watched them bounce as the towel fell. She was still quite fit and had a flat, toned belly and a wonderful round ass. I could not help but get hard from looking at her and pulled down my pants to play with myself as I watched her.
She seemed to be taking her time and I watched as she rubbed moisturizer over her body. Her hands slid over her body, making sure to spread the cream over every inch of her body. I could not help but groan and she stopped and turned to face the door. It was too late, she had caught me.