Growing up on a farm, my first memories of arousal involved looking at women dressed up in books, magazines, and catalogs that my mother would bring home. I never understood why women dressed up with heels and hose would turn me on so.
Later, as I grew, I started to notice how watching my mother dress for work would arouse me to the point of pain. She was amazing, five foot eight, brunette hair, one hundred thirty pounds with great legs. She always would walk around the house half dressed getting her outfits together, doing her make-up, or getting things out of the laundry room that had not been put away yet. She was always a classy looking lady, size 9, not overly gifted in the bust department, but still a woman who knew how to dress.
And she enjoyed wearing some of the most amazing heels. Not the chunky and obscene things women wear now, but delicate and sexy heels. She had white ones, black ones, and a few of her favorites. A pair of white patent strap heels with a slight platform and four inch heels, a pair of black leather T-strap peep toes, and her three and half inch black patent sandals, and finally her favorite summer wedges with the multi-colored straps. And as always, always, pantyhose or nylons were a must, with her favorites being the nude or slightly suntan colored hose.
As I got older and was in grade school I noticed how my mother wearing heels would turn me on. I would always ride in the front seat in the car with her and would find myself staring at her feet and legs while she drove. To this day I can't explain how much I appreciate a woman who dresses up and looks just simply, classy.
From the age of twelve I had the chore of doing laundry for the family and I would end up folding and putting away most of my mom's things. I seriously enjoyed the feeling of the soft silky lingerie, slips, and nylons I would place on top of her dresser to be put into the delicates drawer by her when she came home. My father worked evenings and would always frequent the bars afterward, drinking beer and playing cards until the late hours of the morning.
Then the day came when I was a senior in High School that I realized that I had this great infatuation with my mother. She had decided to dress up for shift at the store one day, and while I had just gotten home from school and was watching TV, I suddenly felt the tremors in the carpeted floor of the sound of heels walking. My parents room was located next to the family room and my mother would always walk past on her way to the kitchen or bathroom.
I was amazed at what happened next as she simply walked past me on the way to the laundry room to retrieve her blouse. Her hair was up in a bun with a few strands hanging loosely down to her neck. She was wearing the most delicate off-white lace bra that seemed to melt into her satiny skin. Traveling down her torso my eyes reached the waist of her black pleated skirt, pausing for a moment, then traveling further down as she walked past, reaching the hem of her skirt at the back of her knees. I could smell the sweet scent of her favorite cologne, My Sin. As my eyes traveled even further down I noticed her beautiful legs encased in the new style of Legg's Sheer Energy pantyhose she had bought the week before. Continuing down I saw that she had on the simplest pair of black patent three and half inch sandals. The kind with the full strap over the top of the foot with a small open toe, a narrow heel, and the simplest of ankle straps to complete the look. With the nude hose and black skirt it made it look as if her smooth shapely legs went on forever.
It was amazing how in just those few seconds my mind and body went from boredom, to fully aroused and ultra-tuned to everything happening around me. My mouth was dry, my heart was pounding in my chest, and my senses tingled with the scent of her cologne on the air. And for being an eighteen year old, that was almost like hanging a red cloak in front of a raging bull. I had never really thought of my mother that way before, and for being in her early forties she still looked pretty amazing, tall, and simply sexy. The next thing I noticed was my mother calling me into the kitchen to get things started for dinner while she finished dressing.
On Tuesdays my younger brothers would stay after school for special events and would come home on the activity bus right after six, so it was my job to get dinner ready for them while she went to work. When she came out of the laundry room she was fully dressed and getting ready to leave. As she stood at the counter getting her things together I noticed how she kept checking herself to make sure everything was in order, slightly lifting up her legs to check her pantyhose and her shoes. She quietly asked me if I could make sure her slip was not peeking out from the bottom of her skirt. Not realizing I had been staring at her this whole time, she startled me out of my thoughts when she simply asked, "Well, do you like how I look?" I looked up to see her smiling at me in my trance and I was speechless, but after collecting my thoughts I simply blurted out that she looked great. She smiled at this, leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and headed out the door, her heels clicking on the floor and then the sidewalk outside. I stood mesmerized as I watched her walk out to the car, open the door and slide slowly in, waving at me as she drove off.
After she left, I couldn't think straight. I found myself walking into her bedroom and going to her dresser to run my hands through her lingerie drawer. I could still smell her cologne in the air as I pulled out several pieces of her satin lingerie and pantyhose and placed them inside my underwear surrounding myself. As I walked around the house I couldn't believe how amazing they felt against my skin. As the satin or nylon would move I could only imagine how her skin would feel against me like that. After a while I went back to her closet and grabbed a pair of her heels and placing them against the front of my thighs, I slightly dragging the heels across my skin. As I lay on her bed I realized this was the most amazing sensation! Between the satin and the pain of her heels, I found myself having the most intense and dizzying orgasm of my life.
Afterward, realizing what I'd done, I had a bit of a job cleaning up the mess I'd made. I couldn't put her things back in that kind of condition. Luckily I was pretty handy with the laundry and knew how to take care of this.
