I think she must have had a drink or two while she was out but she still took her sleeping pills. The net result was she lay on the sofa and drifted off to sleep. I looked at her laying there snoring gently. Nothing of her body was showing apart from a small gap in the gown revealing her knee and a tiny bit of thigh. I sat there for a long time just staring at that gap. And then I did something I most definitely shouldn’t have done. Slowly and gingerly I moved over to the sofa and knelt down beside her. Convinced she was deeply asleep I gently lifted the edge of her dressing gown up and over.
I rocked back on my heels is awe and fascination. One leg was revealed all the way up to her waist. My eyes travelled up from her nylon-covered knee and thigh and feasted on a dark brown multi-layer stocking top and the white flesh above. My heart was pounding as I studied the way the suspender was attached and clipped to the stocking top. I had no idea why but it seemed like the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Then my attention was drawn higher to her white panties and the way they dived inward between her legs making a sharp ‘V’ shape. Immediately above the V of the panties lay a low smooth mound (which in those days I didn’t really understand). It fascinated me and I had a sudden urge to run my fingers over it, and feel its shape and texture.
I didn’t however, and my eyes simply travelled further up over her stomach to the bottom of a barely revealed white bra. For a long time I just looked. I was shaking with a combination of lust, fear, and excitement. Steeling myself I smoothly lifted the gown back further over her breast. It wasn’t big but the bra she was wearing made it seemed pointed and sharp. I can’t adequately explain just how much I wanted to wrap my hand around that breast and feel and fondle it.
But then mother stirred in her sleep and I panicked.
I grabbed at her dressing gown, half pulled it over, and scrambled back into my chair. In the event I don’t think mother would have woken up if I hadn’t been so scared and clumsy and noisy. But wake up she did. She turned on to her side and opened her eyes. By then I was back sitting down, but I felt both guilty and fearful and I was sure it showed in my face. She was groggy at first, but then she lifted herself up on one elbow and gave me a strange look. Then she looked down at herself and seeing there was too much of her legs and stockings on show, she pulled her gown back over. I don’t know what I expected to happen next, but after a moment she just lay back down and closed her eyes.
I sat there with my heart racing wondering if the sky was going to fall in. But it didn’t. A few minutes later mother yawned, mumbled something about going to bed and pulled herself up off the sofa. She pulled her gown tight about herself and headed for her bedroom door, but as she went she glanced back. Her face was blank however and I couldn’t read what she was thinking.
For the next few days I kept my hands, my eyes, and my cock away from anything to do with my mother’s body. She said nothing about that night, but I couldn’t get it out of my head that something had changed between us. She was ever so slightly different. She seemed vague and slightly distant, and yet at the same time not nearly so obnoxious or critical. Normally I was always in trouble for not doing things up to her standard, not dusting properly or leaving marks on the washing up, etc. Now she said nothing, even if it was obvious I wasn’t doing my job properly.