That’s when it struck me. Mum was wearing one of those pairs of thin tight shorts, the type that creased whenever she moved. It was also the type that would show the outline of her panties. But today, I hadn’t seen that telltale outline. Maybe I had missed it, I thought. I peeked out of the kitchen again and stared at her bottom. Sure enough, there was no panty outline. My eyes widened and I gulped. She wasn’t wearing any panties! Her bare crotch was touching the material of the shorts! That was an immediate turn-on. I tried to calm myself by eating breakfast.
As I ate at the table, I thought about mum. Man, she was damn beautiful and sexy, why didn’t she have a boyfriend? Dad had divorced nearly three months ago, that was long enough for her to be lonely and start looking for a new partner. But she hadn’t and that intrigued me. Maybe she wasn’t looking for one? That could be possible, she could still love dad.
I didn’t hear mum come in. She startled me when she sat down at the table. I jumped and looked at her. She looked tired. She was just staring blankly into space. “Are you okay, mum?” I asked in a concerned tone.
She didn’t answer but just rested her forehead in the palms of her hands.
I tried not to stare at her but couldn’t help myself. My eyes traced the outline of her arms, her hair, her face (oh, her angelic face!), her sides, her breasts… Her breasts! I looked hard. Yes, those were definitely her nipples poking at the fabric of her shirt. My goodness! She wasn’t wearing any underwear at all! This was definitely unusual. I always viewed my mum as the good, upright woman and every good, upright woman I knew always wore underwear. So why was my mum naked under her clothes? I had to know. A plan formulated in my head.
“Want a massage, mum?” I asked, getting up and standing behind her. She nodded. I placed my hands on her shoulders, while standing far enough so that the bulge in my pants wouldn’t be pressed against the seat back. Slowly, I kneaded the muscles in her shoulders. She let out a soft sigh as my fingers worked into her neck. I pushed her hair aside and worked at the side of her neck. She bent her head, giving me more room.
“That feels so good, David,” she said softly.
I smiled. This was working perfectly! Now, I had to go to the next stage. “You know, mum,” I said, “your whole body feels tense. Maybe a full body massage would make you better.” She didn’t answer immediately and I thought she had seen through my plan.
Then she turned to face me and said, “That sounds like a great idea! I should have thought of that earlier.”
We went up to her room. Mum lay on her bed on her front. It was a queen- sized bed and she took up only half the space, so I sat next to her on the empty half, positioning myself carefully so that she couldn’t see the noticeable bulge in my pants. My penis was aching and I desperately needed to relieve myself, but couldn’t, knowing that I had come this far.
I proceeded to massage her shoulders again. Slowly, I moved down her back, kneading every square inch. It was incredibly erotic but I felt disappointed that she still had her shirt on. I continued massaging until I came to her waist. Her T-shirt was tucked out and a bit of her flesh was exposed. I touched it lightly. She shivered but said nothing. I massaged her lower back, mostly on her shirt, but occasionally stealing some touches on her bare back. “Hey, mum,” I said, “would you like me to massage some oil into your back? I bet that would make you more comfortable.”