Gradually she twisted the base of the golden cylinder, allowing the glossy red stick to reveal itself, like a penis getting an erection.
The top of the lipstick had taken on the curve of her lips through regular use. I watched, hypnotised as she meticulously applied the colour, first sweeping the curve of her lower lip, then following the sensuous outline of her top lip.
As she moved her head, the sun caught the fine lanugo hair above her top lip, creating a spiritual halo around her profile.
She finished with a gentle wipe of her little finger to remove a slight imperfection on her bottom lip. She paused to examine her work in the mirror before returning the lipstick to her bag.
Then, seemingly oblivious of my attention, picked up the perfume atomiser and gave a quick spray to both sides of her neck, beneath her ears.
Just then, quite involuntarily, I auto-ejaculated in my trousers, it surprised me and my body writhed a little in ecstasy. I groaned aloud as her perfume filled my head, and began to hallucinate images of her taking off her nickers.
When my ejaculation had ceased I became aware that the faint smell of my semen was mixing with her heady scent.
Obviously aware of my embarrassment she said, “I think I better freshen up those trousers and boxer shorts your wearing when we get home love, if that’s alright?”
It was all so matter-of-fact and every day. I had just come hard and pulsing in my pants at the sight and smell of my mother. Impossible to miss, she seemed to understand how I felt and sensitively made no humiliating comments.
“Put my bag back on the seat for me my love,” she said, readjusting the mirror and starting the engine.
I just grunted something, clicked on my seatbelt, returned the bag then turned my head to look away. But I too could smell congealing semen on me.
In the window I focussed on her reflection and saw Mum smile to herself, turn on the car radio and we drove home without speaking further.
Unknown to me at that time, far from being repulsed at the odour of my semen, she was secretly aroused and emboldened to realise my seed had been spent in erotic desire of her.
While she got tea ready I sat at the table and completed some written work to accompany my college project. For the first time that day I was able to concentrate and somehow I managed to get it all done. But in the back of my mind I knew I had another close encounter of the erotic kind awaiting me later.
“Are you ready to eat love?” she called from the ktchen, snapping me out of my concentration.
“Yes Mum,” I called back,” I’ll like, just go upstairs to take a shower and change.”
By the time I came back to the dining room 20 minutes later she was already seated opposite my place at the table, looking completely different than when we had driven home.
She had changed into figure hugging jeans and a tight sleeveless army green vest without a bra, her nipples standing proud through the thin material.
Her hair was in a different up-do, beautifully arranged at the back, and there again were the ivory-white earrings.