It started out as a Saturday like any other. When I awoke I had a slight hangover from a night out with my university friends, my temples throbbing and mouth dry. I hate hangovers and for some reason always end up feeling quite horny on the morning after a heavy night out. I was therefore very glad when I remembered the house would be empty; at least until I could get myself pulled together. My dad was out of the house playing golf with his work friends and mum was out at the local supermarket getting in the weekly shop.
I left my bed and headed for the bathroom, dressed only in my t-shirt and boxers, not concerned at the slight tent in the front caused by my half hard morning erection. I knew I had the house to myself as I moved across the upstairs landing so didn't need to hide my boner. Standing over the toilet I relieved myself awkwardly, finding it difficult to manage my semi-erect cock. I hoped that taking a piss would stop me from getting a full morning boner but knew in all probability I'd be walking around with a raging hard-on before too long.
Moving to the sink I splashed some water on my face and cleaned my teeth, stopping on the way out to look at myself in the bathroom mirror, thinking that I looked pretty dreadful in my hungover state.
At 19 years old I'm reasonably tall, around 5'10" and have a decent build, not muscular but not too skinny either. My dark hair was a tangled mess that morning and I was sporting dark circles under my eyes. I was now also sporting the full-blown erection I had been expecting. I left the bathroom whilst adjusting my boxer shorts awkwardly, hoping that they might better accommodate the throbbing 7.5 inches of my cock. I toyed with the idea of taking them off altogether and easing my discomfort. With mum and dad both out of the house I could conceivably walk about nude if I wanted to.
Mum always went shopping on a Saturday morning before visiting my aunt for a chat and a coffee that usually lasted until lunch time. As it was only 10.30am I knew I had at least an hour if not more before she was back. The weather was fine and dad's round of golf would see him out of the house until well after 6pm.
Discounting the idea of stripping my boxers off I decided instead to get myself some orange juice, hoping to take the edge off my hangover. I went downstairs and though the lounge to the kitchen, hoping there would be enough orange juice left. Thankfully there was and I poured myself a glass.
I settled down on the couch in the lounge, adjusting my boxer shorts to give my stiff cock more room. I glanced down at the coffee table to the side of the sofa whilst I set my glass down, seeing a picture of my mum from a recent holiday she had been on with a female friend she worked with. I couldn't help thinking how nice she looked in that picture.
My mum is 48 years old, but looks younger thanks to a bubbly personality and a youthful face. She is 5'6" tall with curly red hair that reaches her shoulders, smooth pale skin and very few wrinkles that might betray the fact she is nearing 50.
My gaze lingered on the photo; mum sitting at a beach front café, smiling in a broad sun hat, red spotted two piece bikini with a sarong wrapped around her shapely legs. I noted the hint of thigh visible between the folds of the fabric. Her body is still firm and slim with curvy hips, a round yet firm rear and ample 32dd breasts.
I would often secretly admire my mum's tits; taking any opportunity to look at them when I knew she wouldn't see me. She always wore nice tops that showed her breasts off well and they struck me as still being firm despite their size and her increasing years. I often found myself wondering what her breasts would look like when she was naked. For that matter, I often found myself wondering what the rest of her body would look like when she was naked.
I could feel my cock begin to throb a little harder, swelling further against the fabric of my boxer shorts as I looked at the picture, paying particular attention to the swell of my mum's breasts in her bikini top.
Looking away, I turned on the television with the remote control, trying to clear my aching head. Feeling slightly guilty, as I always did when I caught myself thinking of my mum that way, I raised the cool glass to my lips. I sipped my orange juice and tried to concentrate on the picture on the screen. I tried to put the image of my mum in the bikini out of my mind as I watched the show, but finding myself unable to focus on anything else.
My cock was rigid now, its 7.5" length bulging in the front of my boxer shorts and making me shift uncomfortably. The pressure of the fabric against the aching head my hardness impossible to ignore and the scantily clad girl band suddenly dancing and gyrating around on the Saturday morning music show on television wasn't helping.
My headache was pounding behind my eyes as I drained the glass of orange juice, my decision already made. A surge of excitement rushed through me as I decided what I would do; an almost childlike thrill at the prospect of being naughty whilst alone in the house.
I stood up, unfastening the flies of my boxers to let my hard prick poke through. I paused momentarily at the side of the couch before leaning forwards to snatch up mum's holiday picture from the coffee table. My member stood out at 45 degrees, waving in front of me as I moved quickly out of the lounge and back upstairs. I didn't even turn off the television, which blared music at my back, as I hurried from the room.
Taking the stairs two at a time I could feel my excitement build further and by the time I reached the top I almost felt giddy. I waited outside the master bedroom which my mother and father shared, savouring the delicious moment of excitement as I reached slowly for the door handle.
It opened with a click and I could smell the light, fragrant scent of the bedding wafting out to me as I stepped inside. The blinds were still drawn across but the room was nonetheless fairly bright, the secrecy afforded by the blinds adding to the sense of naughtiness and taboo clandestineness as I looked around the room.
The bed was off the wall to my right as I entered the room with a bedside table on either side, the mirrored front of the built in wardrobes showed my reflection on the wall to my left. Opposite were the windows at the front of the house, overlooking the driveway, the vertical blinds pulled across. Beneath the windows was the dresser. It was white with 6 deep drawers. The right three drawers belonged to dad and the left three were my mother's. They were the target of my attention as I crossed the room, kneeling down in front of the dresser and quickly slipping off my boxer shorts.
I put the picture down to one side, facing me, where I could see it, an opened the bottom left dresser drawer. My pick throbbed as my eyes fell on the drawer's contents: mum's collection of underwear, all jumbled together in the deep drawer.
My hands reached out, shaking slightly as they neared where my mother's underwear lay displayed before me. The drawer wasn't organised in any particular way; a topsy-turvy mass of panties, bras and tights of different colours and styles. There were also thongs and skimpy G-strings and a sizeable collection of stockings, garter belts and nylon holdups.
The idea that my mother wore such skimpy underwear and stockings and suspenders was incredibly exciting to me.
