Lack of Undergarments
A Year of Observing My Naked Mother
Once I turned 18, I became aware of a peculiarity about my 35-year-old mother. She no longer wore underwear. This observation came to light when she wore casual clothes around the house. Whether it was terrycloth shorts, cut-off jean shorts, or yoga pants, when I glanced in her direction, I could not detect any panty lines. This remained consistent, so I double-checked several times to make sure. Her underwear had vanished.
One day, my mother declared that we would perform a spring cleaning of the small house in which we lived, and she expected me to assist her. I was eager to help, as I greatly appreciated the care she provided for me while I was in school.
The appointed day arrived, and we began with dusting the curtain rods, ceiling corners, and ceiling fans. Starting at the highest point, we worked our way down. My mother fetched a six-foot ladder, while I concluded my breakfast and joined her in the living room. What greeted me was quite surprising.
She donned some oversized running shorts and a thin, worn-out t-shirt that stopped just below her braless breasts. She also went without a bra, which I was already accustomed to on weekends. However, her shorts seemed rather loose and likely too big for her.
"Scott, please hold the ladder for me while I dust the curtain rods and window frames," she requested. "Hold the side of the ladder so I can move between its steps without your body being in the way," she added.
I stationed myself on the side of the ladder as instructed while my mother climbed to the top of the window. I couldn't help but admire her toned calves as my gaze made its way up her legs. When I reached her exquisite backside, I observed a significant gap between her legs and the pant legs of her shorts. From the angle at which I stood, I had an unobstructed view of her bush. "Holy shit!" I thought. "I can see her pubic hair!"
I experienced a surging of blood in my head. What a fortunate discovery this had been. My gaze remained fixed on her pubic zone, unable to tear my eyes away. It got even better when she started moving closer to me, dusting the farthest parts of the windows before coming close to me.
"Scott, do you think I've finished with this one?" she asked. While I stared in bliss, her words were rendered inaudible due to the commotion in my brain. Then she spoke once more with a caring tone: "Hold the ladder tightly while I adjust."
Mother then performed a 180-degree rotation which revealed her shoes to the empty space. By doing this, her legs were spread wide apart, increasing the distance between her thighs and the pant leg even further. "Holy shit!" I thought. "I can clearly see her slit!"
Fixed upon this marvelous sight, I couldn't believe my good fortune. Her outer labia lips were non-existent, and it was as perfect as I had ever imagined. And this sight belonged to none other than my own mother.
"Scott! Listen! Look at me!" she pleaded, slightly louder. Focusing my attention away from the splendid display before me, I raised my line of sight, beginning my ascent up her torso. I was stunned to discover that the bottoms of her breasts were visible underneath the cropped shirt. The entirety of the underneath of both breasts was exposed, causing me to feel as though I had just entered paradise.
As we dusted the remaining three windows, the same leg swinging that granted me a view of her pubic area was repeated at each window. I could hardly believe my cock could grow any harder, but it had never been so taught, even while watching porn.
Written by: petitebiasedSubmitted by: Fragile Child
The woman got a water bucket and rinsed out her dustcloth. She bent down, the shirt reaching up to her hips, revealing her large, soft breasts. Shaking, she soaked the cloth and squeezed out the excess moisture. It was as if she was unaware of her exposed state. I couldn't help but smile.
I shifted the ladder to reach the ceiling fan, allowing her to clean the blades and motor.
"Scott, I need you to help me with this," she asked. "Hold my waist while I do the fan. It'll prevent me from falling."
Holding her waist seemed incredibly enticing, but I couldn't appear rude or disrespectful to my mother.
"Of course, Mom," I responded.
I moved behind her and rested my hands on her hips, feeling the muscles contract under her t-shirt.
"Hold me tighter, honey," she suggested. "I might fall off the ladder."
There was something in her tone; she didn't want to lose her balance. But it also sounded so wrong and exciting.
I squeezed her hips as she started her work and couldn't stop myself from smiling, thinking how her breasts must be shaking.
She adjusted her shorts as if adjusting her grip on the fan. Sideways, I helped her by pushing up and moving to the side to see her exposed. Her round ass crack now showed. I was fascinated and couldn't believe my mom was letting me see this.
"The fan needs more cleaning," she stated. "Keep a hold of me."
I held her even tighter as she reached out. Her weight pressed against my groin, and her shorts rode up. Mother continued her work without saying a word.
She swayed her hips from side to side to clean the fan more efficiently. This caused her buttocks to move, and her shorts rose up even more. It wasn't long before her ass crack was revealed.
"I'll shift my hands," I said. "Will that be okay?"
"Yeah, hold me tighter," she answered jokingly.
I placed my hands on her buttocks and spread them apart, so she was open to my view. She allowed me to do this without saying a word. She even leaned closer to the fan to make it easier for me to see her anus.
I gazed upon my mother's exposed rear for almost 20 minutes, never feeling the urge to look away.
"That's enough, dear. I think this is done," she mentioned. "Can you help me down please?"
"Of course, Mom," I replied.
When she reached the bottom of the ladder, I held her for a moment, not knowing how to approach the situation. She didn't move her hands from mine or ask me to release them. I felt her nipples touch my palms, feeling their hardness. My mother simply rested her hands above mine and pushed them down onto her chest.
While holding her boobs, she moved back, making more skin contact with my groin. Surely she was aware of my hard-on. I couldn't believe my mother allowed this, and it was both exhilarating and scary.
She stood still, and we could hear her breath. "I'm going to take a shower," she said. "You're welcome to keep holding my boobs if you like. Goodbye."
Instead of resisting, I simply let go of her breasts and watched her walk away. It felt odd, but was it wrong for me to feel good about it? I was confused and didn't know if I should feel blessed or guilty.
The two of us never spoke of it again. A part of me wanted to shout out, "Mom, I love you," but I was way too afraid of the consequences. So, I kept such a traumatic day a secret, buried in my mind. I knew I'd never forget it, and it only strengthened my love and respect for my mother.
She wasn't doing much, but I could feel her butt moving in a gentle circular rubbing motion on my erection! My breathing picked up and became more rapid. Strangely, so did hers.
For a while, she held my boobs and rubbed my penis with her ass. Eventually, Mom sat up and let go of my hands. But she didn't push me away.
"Thank you, dear! If you hadn't caught me, I might've taken a bad fall!" Mom exclaimed. "How about we take a short break, get something to drink?"
"Of course, Mom," I replied. I carefully took my hands off her breasts and slid them down her body. Mom's buttocks didn't leave my erection until I had fully lifted my hands from her body.
Mom turned to face me, keeping just a tiny bit of space between us. I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest, and she didn't move away.
"Would you mind sitting on the couch while I get us something to drink?" Mom asked. I nodded my head in agreement. Mom stood up and walked towards the kitchen as I moved towards the couch.
After sitting down, Mom came back with a couple of sodas. She sat down on the other side, perpendicular to me, and lifted her legs up onto my lap. She handed me my soda and asked, "Baby, could you rub my legs for me? I think I had a cramp while I was on the ladder."
So Mom was leaning on one arm of the couch, while I was sitting on the other. "Start with my feet, please," Mom said.
Mom had both her legs spread out between mine, and my leg was against the back of the couch. She raised her inside leg up to the top of the back of the couch and dropped her other foot straight onto my erection!
I looked at her face, trying to see her expression, but her can of soda was in the way. But I did notice something strange -- her pants legs had spread wider open again, exposing her pussy! I gasped out loud.
"Baby! My legs! Please rub them!", Mom implored. Her foot slid across my aching cock as she said this. "She HAD to have felt my erection with her foot," I thought. "HAD to!"
I started massaging her calves. I moved my hands up and down slowly, not rushing at all. As I massaged her legs, I couldn't take my eyes off her pussy. Mom kept her eyes closed and moaned with pleasure.
After 15-20 minutes of massage, Mom finished her drink. "Alright, let's finish this dusting," Mom said. Then she announced, "We should probably take a shower too."
Did she just say "we"? As in, at the same time? Surely not.
We moved the ladder over to the last window, positioned it where Mom wanted it. Then she climbed back up the ladder. And once again, I received a shock and a thrill!
Mom returned to the edge of the ladder, spreading her legs, exposing her ass cheeks through the gaps in her shorts. "Scott, could you hold my butt again, please? Tightly, like before."
Once again, I couldn't say no to my mother if she needed my help. I grabbed a firm hold, also spreading her ass cheeks so I could see her anus!
Mom began fidgeting. It had nothing to do with dusting. "Scott, could you reach over and scratch my back for me? I don't want to have to climb back down and move over," Mom asked.
All I could reply with was, "Okay Mom, where's your itch?"
"It's in a private spot, but we can act mature about it. It's my butt crack."
I responded, "Excuse me? You mean your butt crack?"
Mom answered, "Yes. I believe it's from all the dust. Don't feel ashamed, it's just like when you scratch my back."
I couldn't help but think, why in the world would she think her butt crack is the same as her back?
I managed to say, "Alright. What should I do?"
Mom instructed, "Use the flat of your hand and go up and down my butt crack. That should do the trick, I think."
I carefully removed one hand from her perfect ass cheek, slid it under her pants leg, nestled it in her butt crack, and began a back-and-forth motion with it.
Mom bent her knees, adding to the friction. She also let out a nice moan. "Oh, wow! That feels so good! Don't stop until I say so, please."
Given the situation, I had no intention of stopping. Rubbing my mom's butt crack is a task I wasn't eager to give up. I continued to travel from the top of her crack to her dimple and back again. I moved at a slow pace, relishing this moment. The sweat from her chores provided an excellent lubricant. My dick was ready to explode!
"Scrutinize further...", Mom said. "I think I need you to focus on scratching this spot, please?"
I persisted with my rubbing. My intention was not to give up this unexpected luxury! "Okay Mom. What do you need?"
Mom elaborated, "Well, I don't understand why, but my rectum is itching like mad. Help me out, please."
I couldn't come up with an appropriate response to my mom asking me to scratch her rectum. But I did as she asked. Flipping my hand, I placed my middle finger in the top of her butt crack and carefully slithered it downwards to her target.
The moment my fingertip touched her rectum, Mom gave a startling loud moan. "Mom! You okay?"
"Absolutely! It just feels so good for you to scratch me. Scratch harder, please."
And so, I dug in. I turned my fingertip to circle around her rectum, gently pressing the whole time. I went deeper, until eventually my fingertip passed her sphincter.
My mom's response? She leaned her bottom backwards, aiming to push my finger in. I aided her by digging even deeper. Mom eagerly expressed her pleasure with a loud moan and a resounding "Yes!"
I alternated between sawing my finger in and out with circling it in her ass. Mom continued to moan and rotate her ass as well.
After about fifteen minutes, Mom stated, "That's enough. Thank you."
I carefully extracted my finger, taking my time. I then placed both hands on her ass so she didn't fall.
Afterward, Mom said, "Maybe we should both take showers now." She led me by the hand to the bathroom.
We both went in, Mom guiding me by the hand. "Here's a thought. How about we take each other's dirty clothes off?"
I simply nodded my head in agreement. Mom titled her head up, indicating I should start with her top. I approached, lifted each side of her shirt over her head. With no bra on, her perfect breasts danced in front of me. They were perfect!
I leaned over, untying her loose pants string. I eased her pants down while she rested her hands on my back for support. She lifted one foot at a time from her pants, freeing herself from her clothing. My gaze was fixated on her feet, then moved up to her eyes, which were twinkling.
"It's your turn," Mom said.
I obeyed, lifting my arms over my head. Mom undid my pants, pulling them down my legs. My erection shot into the air like a spring-loaded toy. I lifted each foot from my pants and kicked them aside.
Mom grasped my hand and led me to the shower. She adjusted the temperature, all the while keeping a hold of my manhood. It felt sensational!
While adjusting the temperature, she turned me around, facing the shower head behind me. She let go of my manhood, only for a moment.
Mom grabbed shower gel, squeezing a large amount into her hand before lathering it on both hands. One hand returned to my member, gently stroking it. The other went to washing my back, moving downward as she completed her task.
First, she repaid the favor from before by inserting her middle finger into my butt crack. She nonchalantly moved her finger downwards while humming. She continued to stimulate my erection.
Mom eventually found my rectum. She imitated my earlier actions of massaging it and added more pressure. "I thought you'd appreciate this being done to you after watching how much I delighted in it," she remarked. All I could do was nod. I was rendered speechless by the sensations, which were all enjoyable.
Mom continued to penetrate deeper with her finger, twisting it into my butt. I couldn't conceive of a better feeling than the one she was creating.
"Scotty, sweetheart. I believe your initial orgasm will probably be rapid. It's okay if your emotions overpower you, causing you to ejaculate quickly. We have plenty of time for action later on. Just allow it to happen, sweetheart."
As soon as she finished speaking, her hand on my penis started rotating my glans, holding it firmly. Her finger in my anus flipped over, enabling her to rub my prostate (as I later learned).
In a flash, I began to release what felt like a huge amount of semen. Mom persisted rubbing my glans with one hand and my prostate with the other. I thought I'd transcended to paradise!
After my climax subsided, Mom gradually reduced her rubbing. She gently removed her finger from my anus and released my glans.
She playfully smacked my butt cheek before squeezing it.
Mom remarked, "Well, now that was enjoyable! It's not everyday a mother gets their son's finger in her anus and then she can reciprocate, right?"
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