I couldn't help myself. Seeing her without any clothes on turned me on instantly, as would the sight of just about any woman exposing herself exclusively to me. I was quite sure she hadn't had any type of sexual contact in years. And by the looks she was giving me, I was positive she was thinking the same nasty thoughts I was. I'm still not sure what exactly was in those drinks we had just a few minutes ago, but they were evidently kicking our moral compasses square in the crotch. My heart was almost beating out of my chest in anticipation of putting my hands all over every inch of her soft skin.
Out of nowhere, she had asked me for assistance in removing her under garments. I was a bit stunned but only for a split second. Mom lifted her hair from the back in order for me to manage the clasp from her fancy black brassiere. I did so with one hand still holding her steady from around her waist and with a snap, the bra fell to the floor. Mom turned around and made no effort to hide her perfectly chiseled bosom from my eager gaze. There was no doubting the fact that she did have an excellent set of tits and were very pleasing to the eyes to say the least. Playfully, Mom turned away from me and stuck both of her thumbs in the waistline of her pretty matching panties and began to motion for more assistance in their removal. As I slid them down her sculpted thighs and calves, I couldn't seem to focus on anything but her amazing ass. It was incredibly tight and didn't move at all even as I watched her step through her panties while still keeping her shoes on.
My Mother had an amazing looking body for a gal of her age. She was curvaceously toned with a petite and slender frame. Mom was also inexplicably tanned in a perfect shade of golden-brown at all times. It would seem she had worked at it, and from the obvious notion of seeing zero tan-lines, had done so topless or nude. I guess I had never really looked at her in this manner before, but I found myself overwhelmed with an immediate lust. All she did was call me upstairs to help her decide on which dress to wear to this stupid party tonight. It sounded innocent enough at first, but now here the two of us were aching to make incestuous contact. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, it was like seeing a completely different woman. She looked fantastic with her long, dark hair put up and now she was only wearing nothing but a pair of black heels.
I never thought I would see the day where my naked Mother was just sprawled out on her bed, taunting me me to make the first move in what would be blatant incest. I didn't even try to overt my gaze in shame or offer to cover her up. In any other case I would just close the door and pretend I just didn't see my mother in the nude and turn beet-red with embarrassment. But not this time. Pushing the door open and spotting Mom in her current condition seemed almost inviting. It was clear that neither one of us were in our right minds. Something was very different.
We quickly pushed all the dresses and stockings she had laid out completely off the bed in a haste. As I stood above her, I began to remove the rest of my clothes. I hardly noticed that I was fully erect and had been so the entire time. Mom looked at my length and began to smile at me with ill intent. Were we really doing this? How did we get to this point? I'm sure she didn't have this in mind as she was in here completely nude, or did she? Mom didn't say a word and she didn't have to. One thing was certain, two unclothed, curious, and consenting adults could end only in one possible conclusion.
Related or not, the feeling of unbridled sexual 'want' was taking hold of our flesh and neither one of us new why. There had been no previous attempts or advances on our parts for sexual intimacy. I was just her son and now she was ogling me like some kind of sexual boy-toy. I too was sizing her up and wanted nothing more than to perform the most debauched and perverted acts with this woman right away. At the same time I was pushing thoughts of what was deemed morally right and wrong deep down in the recesses of my mind only to selfishly fulfill my physical cravings. Could I really fuck my own Mother?
I stroked my cock as I looked at her with a mischievous grin. What the hell was wrong with us? It was like the two of us were possessed by some horny teenagers all of a sudden. Was it HER that put something in our drinks? Clearly Mom had made peace with the moral consequences and began to smile even bigger as I continued to point my rock hard shaft in her direction. The aroma of her sweet glistening pussy mixed with her perfume was intoxicating and began to beckon me to do unspeakable physical things with her dainty body.
"What do you intend on doing with that?" She asked with a smirk eyeing my swollen pecker.
"What would you like me to do with this?" I retorted.
She began to giggle. "I think you should share that with your Mother."
"Okay, where would you like me to share it?" I asked slyly.