It was going to be a long night. It was Friday night and my Mom and I just dropped off our dog at the kennel so our house could be fumigated. That darn dog got infested with fleas and was kind enough to share them with the rest of the house. Since we couldn't stay at the house, we drove to a local motel.
When we entered the room I looked around and groaned, it was kinda seedy and there was only one bed. My mom looked at the bed and said, "There must be some mistake, I'll be right back." A few minutes later my mom came walking back, frowning. "When he said the room was a double, I thought that he meant two beds not a single double bed. No wonder the price was so low." She sighed then said, "It's an extra $20.00 a night for two double beds." She looked at me and asked, "Money's a little tight, do you think we can rough it for a night?"
"Sure, no problem," I said. But inside I was fuming, if my dad hadn't run off with that tramp, money wouldn't be so tight. It has become especially tight since he no longer ahs to pay child support.
We both sat on the bed and I turned on the TV. Halfway through the movie, my mom headed to the bathroom and slipped on her pajamas.
When she came out, I glanced her way. She was wearing a light pink thin cotton nightshirt that went down to her knees. Although the nightshirt was very conservative it didn't hide the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. I couldn't help but stare at her tits as they swayed freely, her nipples poking at the thin material. When she reached the bed she stopped and said, "I guess I should have brought my robe."
I felt my face turn beet red as I turned away. "Uhm, I uhm," I stammered.
She burst out laughing at my discomfort. "Jeez Mike, just relax a little will you." She looked around at the small room and added, "Things may be a little cozy, but I think we'll survive. It's a good thing we're a close, right kiddo." She gave me a light punch on the shoulder and sat on the bed with her back resting on the headboard.
My friends were always telling me that my mom was hot, but I really didn't notice until now. She had shoulder length light brown hair and a nicely proportioned petite frame. "My dad had to be crazy to give up a babe like my mom," I though to myself.
My mom often relaxed by sipping some wine in the evening and tonight was no different. Since 21 was still a few years away I was stuck drinking Pepsi. Taking her lead I changed into my pajamas as well. We were both in our pajamas, sitting on the bed watching TV when I got a crazy idea. I waited until she refilled her glass before saying, "Cheers. To the fleas, who made this all possible." Mom laughed as our cups collided. Perhaps it was the wine or perhaps I hit her cup a little hard, but the cup slipped from her hand spilling onto her nightshirt.
"Oops, sorry!" I exclaimed. A couple of seconds later I laughed saying, "Those damn fleas, they're still getting us." The spill couldn't have been better aimed; the wine landed on her left tit and ran down to her stomach. The thin material became transparent and was clinging to the swell of her breast, allowing her rosy nipple to be seen clearly. My eyes were glued to her wet nipple as I watched it started to harden. "You better get that wine rinsed off before the stain sets in," I told her.
She looked down pulling the wet material away from her breast, saying. "I can't. I only brought one pair of pajamas, I wasn't expecting a wet T-shirt contest."
I climbed off the bed saying, "I'll get you one of my shirts, it should be plenty big enough."
I looked up and saw that she was looking at me, she had obviously caught me staring. She hesitated before saying, "I guess that would probably work, thanks."
I grabbed one of my shirts and stood outside the bathroom door. When I heard the water turn on, I walked in saying, "Here's that shirt." I timed it perfectly. She was completely naked, having slipped off the nightshirt to rinse it in the sink. I just stood there looking at her, her breasts swaying as she moved the cloth under the water. Unfortunately I couldn't see her pussy, but the view of her tits and ass was great. To my delight I could also see the reflection of her pink pointy tits in the mirror.
She glanced up and saw me watching her and quickly covered her tits with her one arm and said, "Just put it on the counter, thanks." I set them on the counter and backed away toward the door like I was leaving. She looked back down to finish rinsing her gown.
About a minute later she glanced up again and saw me in the mirror. She looked a little confused and unsure about what to say or do. She realized that I had just been standing there, staring at her naked body for quite some time. It was a little late to cover up. One thing was for sure, there was no way I was leaving unless she asked me to. Her breasts continued to jiggle and sway enticingly as she ringed the water out of her gown. "Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked. Hoping to delay leaving as long as possible.
"No, I've got it. I think you've done enough. But, thanks for asking." I stood there a couple of seconds longer before she moved her arm to cover her tits again and said, "Um, I think I could use a little privacy here. Why don't you go make sure nothing spilled on the bed."
"Okay mom, I'll go check." Leaving the door open I quickly went over to the bed and checked it out. "No, there's nothing on the bed," I called out. Returning to the open bathroom door I was just in time to catch her reaching over her head to hanging the nightshirt over the shower curtain rod.
She turned toward me giving me a full frontal view and stopped, surprised to see me in the doorway once again. We both stood there for a few seconds. My gaze darted between her legs focusing on the small patch of blonde hair. Since my mom was always dying her hair different colors I was never sure what color her hair really was. Now I knew for sure, my mom was a blonde! My gaze shifted upwards until it reached her tits. Her B-size perky breasts were the perfect size for her small slim frame. The dark pink nipples perched on the tips of her breasts were mesmerizing. "I, er, um, I didn't know you were a blonde," I stammered, my facing turning red again.
Her face turned red and then she smiled as she burst out laughing as she tried to cover her tits with one arm and her pussy with the other. I was unable to move, it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. "Okay, the shows over," she instructed. I just stood there watching as my cock started to grow, making an unmistakable bulge.
Finally coming to her senses, she realized that she would have to expose herself again in order to put the shirt on. She lowered her hands giving me another unobstructed view of all her charms. As I stared at her swaying tits and her neatly trimmed blonde pussy, she took a quick step toward me and grabbed the shirt from the counter. "What part of 'give me a little privacy' don't you understand?" she asked, as she quickly slid my shirt over her head. I watched engrossed, as she pulled the shirt over her breasts, hiding them from view. My gaze lowered as she continued to pull the shirt down so that it also covered her small patch of blonde hair and her pussy.
"Okay, the shows over." She said jokingly. Looking down she asked, "What did you do, pick your smallest shirt?"
