Learning curve
I had just turned eighteen, living at home with my mother -- just the two of us. She was just forty-five and still looked good. She worked in a respectable club in the nearby city, usually from mid-afternoon until about 10pm.
It was late morning and I was getting ready to go out to meet my mates, washing and shaving in the bathroom.
My mother came into the room, wearing just bra, small pants, stockings and suspender belt. Trying to behave like a gentleman, I kept my eyes on the mirror where I was shaving but could not help noticing how hot she looked, as she excused herself while she finished her make-up before going off to work. The inevitable happened and my cock stiffened in my underpants, which were all I was wearing. As my mum packed up her stuff ready to leave the room, she looked directly at me, first my face then the bulge in my pants, smiled and told me to enjoy my day.
I was in turmoil; the idea of my mother as an object of sexual attraction, desire, was crazy yet I could not deny the raging hard-on I was sporting, nor the wish to see more of her dressed like that or wearing even less. I looked in the laundry basket and fished out knickers that she had left in there. I found three pairs, all see-through and sexy, all showing signs of some sort of discharge between her legs. I stroked my cock through them and came three times before I even left my room.
By the time she was due home that evening, I was again in my bedroom, naked under the covers and hardly knowing what to expect next. She tapped on my door then came in.
She leant over me and kissed me.
"I want to apologise for what happened earlier," she said. "I didn't mean to cause you any embarrassment; I should have known better."
"I'd have thought it was me who should apologise."
"If we are going to be sharing the bathroom at times, perhaps we just have to accept that you're going to see more of me than you perhaps should and I have to understand that it can cause a reaction like today. Anyway...did you like what you saw?"
"You looked really good," I replied; then chancing my arm "It was nice to see you like that."
"I actually took it as a compliment, that a fine young man would react like that to seeing an older woman like me in her underwear."
She stepped back from me and looked at me hard. "Would you like to see me like that now?" she asked.
"Yes," I gasped.
"Give me a hand then; unzip me," she said, turning her back to me. "What's the matter?" she asked, when I remained under the bedclothes.
"I haven't got anything on," I told her.
"I don't mind one little bit; we are talking about you seeing me in my undies, so I should get a good look at your body too."
I hesitated, then stammered "Well, you see, I'm...er...down there... you know what I mean."
"I'm not sure I do, but really I don't care; come and do my zip."
I stood up, cock fully erect, and unzipped her dress. She took it off as well as her underskirt, so that she was as I'd seen her earlier in the day.
Immediately I saw two differences; her nipples were now swollen and hard and pushing against her bra, while lower down, between her legs, her pants were darker and wet.
My cock got even bigger and my mother, my very own dear mother, smiled at what she was seeing, then asked me "Would you like me to take care of that for you? If I do, you must never say a word about it to anyone, anywhere, any time -- do you promise?"
I could hardly speak but managed to get out "Yes, I promise."
