I'll never forget the day. I'd stayed home from college on one of those "sick" days when it was really only the weather that was sick, not me. Just a dull Wednesday morning, wet winter's day in November when a warm house seemed infinitely preferable to a cold, draughty old college building.
By about 12.30 in the afternoon, however, I was beginning to regret my decision to fake a stomach ache that morning. I was bored. When the phone rang I hoped it was a friend to talk to, but it was my mother calling to see how I was. She told me that her dads brother's wife Aunt Emma might stop by to drop off something for her and that she'd be home about 7pm to cook dinner, dad was working away so it was only me and mum in for the evening. She asked how I was and hung up. Many a night I laid in bed, cock in hand, pulling on it to the thought of that lovely, curvy body, usually seen dressed in severe, tailored white blouse and tight black skirt. She was a lawyer for the hospital my mum also worked at so it wasn't unusual for her to pop things back home for her.
In my mind I'd undressed her over and over, visualising what those huge breasts I saw straining against her blouse really looked like, down to the hidden mysteries below her skirt. I could feel myself getting hard at the thought and I laid down on the couch, on my back. I unzipped my jeans and pushed them and my briefs down, allowing my swelling cock the freedom to expand. I held it and started to slowly stroke it, enjoying the feel of it in my hand, when suddenly the doorbell rang. I stuffed my cock back in and ran to the door, pulling up my jeans as I went, afraid she'd leave before I got there. I opened the door and there she was, standing close against the door out of the pouring rain.
As I opened the door I had a sudden fear that I had not zipped up. I couldn't remember and I certainly didn't want to grab at my crotch while she was there. I stammered something and held the door open, turning my lower body away from her. She came in, smiling. She looked so sexy and untouchable, immaculate as always, except for the wet rain spots on her blouse and hair. She told me she'd forgotten her umbrella then asked if she could go upstairs to dry off. I took the package from her and dropped it in the kitchen as she went up the stairs to the bathroom, her tight skirt swaying deliciously on the stairs. I went back to the living room, saw that my zip was indeed open and corrected it. Then I remembered her looking down at me and realised she probably had seen me open. Well, nothing I could do about that!
After about 5 minutes she came downstairs and told me her blouse was too wet to drive home in - then she stunned me, she took it off to dry by the radiator before she left. Would I mind! She laughed, a little nervously I thought, and said it would be best not to mention it to my mother as if I would! She said I'd probably seen my mother in her bra before and it was just like at the beach or the swimming pool really right! She turned away from me and started to undo her blouse. I looked at the wall, anywhere, conscious only of the tightness in my jeans as my raging cock stiffened uncontrollably.