The time was around seven in the evening, I had just come back from Stella's place and she was in a snit for one reason or other. She had no intentions on doing what she had promised me earlier that day. Damn I was mad I spent some time working on her car and I finally got the generator in her Volkswagen squareback to keep the battery up.
I could have gotten on my old Harley Sporty and gone to Plant city for some train watching instead of working on her car but I wanted to be a nice guy for a few reasons, I wanted her to know I knew about things other than Harley Davidsons and sex and frankly figured it would have been worth some time in the sack.
One might think she would have hung around me as I worked on her car, and she'd be thinking what a smart guy I am, knowing how to get a generator to furnish the volts and amps needed to keep the battery up, but no she just had to go out with her other girl friends.
I don't know if Stella is trying to dump me or what the fuck's going on, I have had my eye on her Mom a few times and her Mom really looks great, probably the way Stella will look sometime later, the way I feel right now though, that'll be the day Frankenstein gets married. Sometimes her Mom would be reading the paper or a Danielle Steele novel through a nice pair of gold half-square style glasses and I have to say that for whatever reason when she is reading or when her glasses hang across her ample bosoms, and the light of the room is seen in them, there is something very feminine about that and I like it, maybe because it gets my loins stirred up.
I started to think about Mom and her reading glasses and the more I thought about them, the more I knew I could have a good time with them. Ah yes those black and silver oval glasses, also known as 'librarian style' with her home made glass beaded neck chains, not to be forgotten are her gold and silver half-glasses as well. Mom would not have a pair of glasses without a neck chain. I asked her why one time and she told me she had lost enough glasses but not since she had them on a chain.
Mom is out with her friends playing Bingo as is her Saturday night custom and I see a few pair of her glasses here and there around the house. I decide to take care of some needs as I was dressed in her skirt and blouse even going so far as to stuff her bra with socks and when I think of how hot Mom looks, it just made my times alone much nicer.
Five foot five and curves in the right places, ample boobs and long brown hair with streaks of grey with highlites, Mom takes great pride in her appearance, skirts and blouses or a dress are her styles of clothing.
What is really nice about Mom is that she sometimes thinks way outside the box of conventional thinking and just about any subject I wish to talk about is welcome as long as it is said in a respectful way, no curses or vulgarity involved.
I felt that since she has her glasses all over the house, she'd never miss a few pair and would always find a pair when she needed them.
This fetish for Mom's glasses became quite the rage, I found myself at thrift shops of all sorts and many of these shops had old glasses for sale so I started a collection of women's styles.
This went on for some time now and although I live at home with Mom, I have a good job and pay room and board. I was quite pleased with the situation, giving Mom some nice company, helping with the cost of living and the fringe benefit of having a fine old time with her glasses, which were always sparkling clean when I finished having my time with them.
One day, out of the blue, Mom asks,
"Jack, do you know why my glasses are always spotless and sparkling?"
"No Mom, I just figured you kept'em that way."
She just shrugged her shoulders and said, "Maybe," grabbed a pair and sat down to read 'The life and times of Dorothy Parker. Mom loves History and sometimes spoke her dream of living back in the 'Roaring twenties', hanging out with Dorothy Parker, Robert Benchly and Alexander Woolcott at the Algonquin, often called the Gonk, a hotel always crowded with literary figures.
I had wondered if she ever had an inkling what her son was doing with her reading glasses but I did stop cleaning them as well as I had been and figured Mom had enough to think about and I did not want her to draw attention to her glasses.
Half a year later I am still romancing Mom's glasses and as I do my thing, oh the fantasies of what Mom could do for me with her various styles of glasses going through my head, yes she'd be touching me all over down there with her sexy serious glasses and I thought that she might like to do some role play as a dominatrix.
One Saturday I went out to Plant City to watch some of those hundred and fifty car freight trains rumble through. I was there for a while and sitting on my Harley Low Rider. I dropped in at Popeye's for fried chicken and a drink, the lady behind the counter had to be in her early sixties and was, to me anyways, rather hot. She wore the company uniform but those black half-square glasses with the half-moons and beaded chain were hers and the thoughts I had kept me fairly hard most of the way home. I did not see a ring on this woman's hand and wondered if she spent her nights alone.
I am back at the house and all is quiet. Mom is out with a few friends from work playing bingo, her usual Saturday night thing. I am in my room dressed in her skirt; bra; and blouse as well as patent black heels. I was having such a good time, I came all over a pair of her sexy silver ovals and the release coupled with the thought Mom just got me off was damn nice, so nice I never heard Mom come into the house. by the time I did, It was too late to change without making any noise.
Damn It's early! what in Hell's bathroom is she here for now? I turned off the light by the bed so she would not see it under the door and hopefully won't bother looking in. She's walking down the hall, I hear the click clack of her patent black heels on the tiled floor. I'm as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rockin' chairs, the knob turns and this isn't gonna be good at all.
The light from the hallway cast enough light in the room so Mom could see her twenty year old son in her skirt and blouse with some idea of breasts, wearing her silver half-round glasses with the beaded chain over the back of his neck.
"And what do I have here?" asked Mom in a voice of surprise. She didn't sound angry at all.
She walked over and turned on the bedside lamp, putting a whole new light on the predicament.
"I knew you had a thing for my half-glasses, Jack," Mom said with a smirk, telling me, "It's hardly likely you have a problem seeing up close."
Well, it seems Mom knows or has an idea that her glasses get me so fucking horny, if she looks under the covers I'm screwed royally.
She sat her sexy ass on my bed and looked at me for a bit, I felt nervous and Mom had to know it.
"So Mom, why are you back so early? usually you're out much later."
"Oh I guess I was tired of playing Bingo, I haven't missed a Saturday night since who knows when." I'll get back to it sometime."
I saw her hand coming to me to grab the blanket and sheet and that is when the scene went into slow motion. It seemed like forever.
She pulled back the blanket and sheet and when she saw her half-glasses; silver and black ovals with their beaded chains wrapped round my cock she drew in a sharp breath of air.
"Oh MY, I had an idea you liked my glasses, but not like this though."Mom said in a sweet voice.
Her looks speak of deeper thoughts, like knowing her son has a deep sexual interest in her and a part of her loves the idea and part of her is confused,in short an emotional tug of war, who wins this game? does her need to be loved the way a woman should be loved win out over what society thinks is wrong? Mom made up her mind, "Fuck what society thinks." she says softly to herself.
Mom has a pair of gold half-square glasses hanging across her sumptuous boobs by a rather feminine glass beaded chain and the light from the bedside lamp shining in her glasses looks so hot and I feel my body is charged with sex.
I was glad I already came, Mom took her sexy silver ovals that took the brunt of my orgasm and cheerfully licked the cum off them.
"Well Jack, this stuff 's better than what's on those onion rings you're always on about."
I could not believe it, Mom's not mad at all, in fact, very much pleased.
"I had an idea you were keeping my glasses so clean and sparkling, why did you not say so?"
I just shrugged my shoulders. I may have felt it weird to take a real interest in Mom's things.
"Jack, I am rather touched, you love the way your Mom dresses so much that you like to dress the same way, even to the point of wearing my glasses with the neck chain. That is so sweet."
"What can I say Mom, you are such a hot looking woman."
"Seems you like my patent black heels to look sexy too. . .is that right?" Mom asks with a smile.
"Every time I see you wear'em Mom, they make you look so business like, so serious and hot."
