I was nineteen when this incident with my naked mother happened. It happened during summer vacation. It was a hot summer day, and I woke up with a hard-on and a bed full of sweat. The way I was sleeping, the way I woke up, even the sun was too bright! And now I had to pee and get dressed -- what a bad start.
I had to walk downstairs and then past the kitchen in order to access the bathroom. Once inside, I let my boner free but struggled to get my piss going. I was so frustrated that I just turned on the shower with full cold water and went under it with my clothes on. After the water splashed my skin, I removed my clothes and stood there jerking off my morning wood. When I was finished, I remembered that I forgot to take my towel and clothes with me. I was considering wearing the same wet clothes. After all, they would be dried quickly in this heat. I was about to put them on when I heard my mom turning on the boiler for some morning tea.
"Amma! Can you bring me a towel? I forgot!" I yelled. She didn't respond. I yelled for her again.
I could hear her walking away from the kitchen and upstairs to her bedroom. I thought, 'Is she deaf or something? Is she going back to sleep? Jesus, she must have been really tired.'
Anyway, with her back sleeping, I could just walk to my room naked. I went out and was in the kitchen when I heard her walking down the stairs again. I panicked and ran back to the bathroom and shut the door. I was not sure if she saw anything but my heart was beating really hard. I was by the sink when the door slowly opened. My mom stood there grinning, looking at my exposed ass.
"I just saw you running inside the bathroom naked! So, I just had to take a look!" she said while laughing. "It reminded me of when you were a kid. You were not happy to take a bath. I had to chase you down while you were running around naked." She laughed harder and louder now. I was in shock.
"Shut the door, mom!"
That did the trick. She apologized in between chuckles and closed the door, leaving the towel to hang nearby. I dried myself, covered my lower half with the towel, and went out. And there she was by the kitchen table, sipping her morning tea.
I'm lucky to have a sexy mother. She gave birth to me when she was only nineteen. Now, there she was with her tea, sitting on her supple buttocks. It gave her nightie a fine bulk, and her flat stomach made the perfect curved transformation. Her boobs were still in great shape for her age, still firm and forming a fine cleavage on her nighty V neck, all in a wonderful latte color. The sun was touching one half of her face. I noticed her upper lip was wet from her sweat, her sharp nose widening while she smelled the tea. Her one eye was shining back at me with the sun reflecting when she looked up to see me.
