Heavy but not huge breasts, pale skin with deep red nipples. A soft round belly leading to a delicious looking and hugely enticing natural bush. These were clearly the features that mattered to me and I was trembling with excitement and lust. It would obviously be some minutes or even longer before she came back out so I desperately freed my solid shaft from my trousers and masturbated feverishly to the image of my mother that was burning itself into my memory.
I'd cleaned up and composed myself by the time the lock clicked open on the bathroom door. Looking up I saw mum come out, wrapped in a towel and go straight to her room. I was disappointed and a little frustrated at the absence of a second glimpse but did begin to ponder and fantasise about what the earlier briefest bit of exhibitionism meant. Was she merely showing the same traits as me and reciprocating in-kind or was this the beginning of something kinkier? My post pubescent body and mind were in spin.
I continued to expose myself in the mornings to her, making less of an effort to quickly cover myself over ensuing days. Every afternoon I longed for her to take a bath but more often than not she showered in her room, behind closed doors. Perhaps me seeing her naked was to be a one off. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a week I noticed her pop into the bathroom and open the taps to fill a bath before disappearing into her room. The trembling returned in anticipation of what state she would be in for the short walk across the landing. I didn't need to wait long and to my intense relief she was naked and in less of a hurry this time. She stopped to close the bedroom door behind her before turning for the bathroom giving me views of every inch of her soft flesh. Even when she got into the bathroom she took a while to close the door, offering ample opportunity for me to drink the scene in.
I was desperate to masturbate but stopped myself as I feared I'd jinked things the last time, superstitious nonsense of course. I longed to see more of her, I opened my door a little wider to obtain a better view of her coming out, it would be more obvious to her that I was looking but I was prepared to take the risk.
When she emerged this time there was no towel. The door opened to reveal her full frontal beauty, tits bouncing a little as she walked to her room. Breathless, I shut my door and rapidly masturbated to orgasm...it was the best way to stop myself dashing to her room and attempting to fuck her.
I felt we'd both gone beyond simple exposure or exhibitionism now and were clearly teasing or even flirting with each other. I knew firmly how I wanted things to pan out but was unsure of mum's intentions.
