The radio announcer emphatically announced the fifth caller would receive a pair of tickets to the sold out concert on Friday. Knowing that my options were to pay the astronomical scalper prices, stay at home, or take my chances by dialing the phone. I dialed the phone.
After a few minutes of redialing, trying to overcome the grating sound of the dial tone, the phone began to ring. It rang for what seemed like five minutes. With a building anticipation, the phone switched to an electronic answering system that told me to "hold please."
After waiting another eternity, the obnoxious voice of the radio announcer came on the phone and told me that I was the "lucky fifth caller," and I had"won the tickets." I could not believe it. I had never called in to a radio station, and I had never won a contest of this magnitude. I felt like going out and playing the lottery.
I drove to the radio station, in lieu of having the tickets shipped to me. I did not want to take a chance and not receive the tickets. When I arrived, I filled out a questionnaire on how great I thought the radio station is, and signed an agreement that I would not to enter into any other contest sponsored by them for six months. A small price to pay for such valuable tickets I thought.
Later that evening, my mom was sitting on the sofa reading a book when I came home. For being in her mid-thirties, she has taken very good care of herself, and I often wondered why she rarely dated, and had never remarried after my dad took off.
Sitting next to her, I gave the details about how I won the radio station's contest. While I continued telling her all about my unusual day, her nipples became erect and began poking through the pink silky pajamas and matching nightgown she was wearing. I tried not to make my stare noticeable, but her rigid nipples and how the nightgown caressed her large breasts was unavoidable. I became erect within an instant. It was obvious by the look on her face, and the slight smile she gave, she caught me looking. She looked at my crotch saw my raging hard on hidden beneath my pants and blushed while I was talking to her. Neither of us acknowledged the awkward moment, and I got up and headed for my bedroom in an abrupt manner.
"I hope you have fun, sweetie," she said, as I departed down the hall to my room.
"Thanks mom," I replied. Not sure if I meant it for the well wishes or for the solid erection she inspired.
The next morning, at breakfast, I sat at the bar in the kitchen eating my breakfast when mom walked in. Still wearing the robe from the night before, it was evident that her pajamas had disappeared sometime during the night. The sun shone through the window, revealing the details of her curves. Still unaware of the mixed signal I received the night before, I looked away.
Mom walked to the refrigerator, and took a bottle of orange juice from the lower shelf. As she bent over, her robe raised revealing her nice thick ass and a wonder dark bush that matched her beautiful dark brown hair.
As she stood up and turned facing me she seemed to be unaware that her robe did not come together causing her large breasts to jut out from the poorly drawn robe. With a glance, I could make out the imprint of her large areolas through the white silky material. Looking straight down, I could see the front of her wonderful bush partially exposed where the robe was not covering. Her bush appeared well trimmed and full. Again, I was hard as a rock and could barely concentrate.
I was unaware of the expression I must have been displaying as mom turned towards the sink and adjusted her robe. When she turned back around, her drawn robe now concealed her nudity but accentuated her curves even more so.
