I was spooned against my mother's back when I woke up a few hours later. Carol was gone, presumably, back to her own bed. I could feel my limp cock nestled against Mom's ass. She was breathing evenly, deeply asleep. I had one arm draped over her and she had it pulled snugly against her chest. Even though I was exhausted, the feel of my naked mother, completely relaxed in my arms, made my cock begin to stiffen.
The bedside lamp was still on. I moved as carefully as I could to turn it off but leaning across Mom roused her. She snuggled against me without opening her eyes. "Do you want to fuck me?" she muttered.
I tried not to snicker. She asked so matter-of-factly, as if asking me if I wanted a glass of water. Half asleep, she was tending to her child and accommodating her lover at the same time.
"Later," I whispered as I snapped off the light and fell back. Mom rolled over and snuggled against me, resting her head on my chest and flattening her tits against my ribs. She draped one of her legs over one of mine and curled it until her thigh was pressing against my balls. She cuddled closer, pressing her pussy against my hip.
"Whenever you want, baby," she mumbled as she kissed my chest and drifted back to sleep.
She was already up by the time I dragged myself out of bed in the morning. It was early enough that she and Carol should both still be home. I pulled on a t-shirt and the shorts my mother had stripped off me the night before.
The door to Mom's room was open and I glanced in as I passed. She was standing at her dresser going through her jewelry box. She smiled when she saw me in the mirror.
"Can you snap this for me?" she asked, holding out a bracelet. My throat went dry and my cock was pointing straight up by the time I crossed the room to where she was standing.
She was dressed in a lacy pink bra and matching panties. The satin bra was built more for support than coverage. It cradled her tits without squeezing them, leaving the generous amount of flesh free to move with her every step. The cups were cut so low they barely covered her nipples. I doubted she could bend over without spilling out.
I'd never seen panties like the ones she was wearing. The waistband was sheer lace, probably two inches wide and riding high on her hips. The panties themselves were satin and barely covered her. I could see her ass in the mirror as she turned to face me. The v-shaped fabric covered her trim butt like a bikini. It was much sexier than a thong since it highlighted and accentuated the graceful curve of her backside instead of simply blatantly revealing it. Mom knew the power of leaving something to the imagination. She was an experienced tease.
The most impressive part of the outfit, however, was the garter belt. I've never seen a real woman in stockings before. I've always thought they were sexy in magazines and videos but to have my own mother standing inches away from me wearing a frilly white garter belt and sheer stockings was breathtaking. Her high heels made the muscles in her legs stand out. Mom's always had great legs, but seeing them incased in some of the sexiest lingerie on the planet had my cock pounding.
I took the bracelet from her while she pressed her other hand against my chest, offering up her wrist. The scent of her perfume had me reeling. It was difficult to concentrate on closing the clasp while looking down at her tits slowly rising and falling with every breath. Her massaging motions and coy smile didn't make it any easier.
"You look fantastic," I muttered, fumbling with the catch. I took my time, in no hurry to end our contact.
"Thank you," she breathed. "I haven't worn these things in a long time. The fabric feels so good against my skin. I feel like a sexy little kitten. It's like I have my own little secret. It's fun to spend the whole day dressed like this with no one knowing." With the bracelet finally locked, she dragged her fingernail down my chest. "Except you, of course."
She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling herself tightly against me. "Are you going to be thinking of me today while you're in class?" she asked softly.
"Absolutely," I answered. "I probably won't be able to think of anything else."
She smiled brightly as she rose up on her toes and pressed her lips against my ear. "I'll be thinking of you too," she breathed. She flicked my earlobe with her tongue. "And how I'm going to suck your cock tonight when I get home."
My knees nearly buckled as she ground her taut belly against my cock. "You better go get some coffee before you make me late for work," she whispered. She kissed my throat as she settled back on to her heels. "If you don't get out of here, I'm going to fuck you right now."
My cock had barely receded as I sat at the kitchen table. Mom walked in dressed for work. She was wearing a green dress that I'd seen a hundred times before. It came to just above her knees but I couldn't help thinking about the bare thighs that lay above her stockings. There was something extremely erotic about knowing she was dressed like a lingerie model underneath her conservative work clothes. I wondered how many other women I encountered during the day were doing the same thing. The contrast between the hot babe I'd been cuddling a few minutes ago and the professional woman standing before me was incredible. The people in Mom's life had no idea who they were dealing with.
"You know," she said, absently, "something occurred to me while I was getting dressed.
"What's that?"
"Since I just took my shower, this is the cleanest I'm going to be all day."
I looked at her stupidly, not understanding what she was driving at. I knew for a fact she usually took another shower every evening after work.
"All of me is the cleanest it's going to be all day," she hinted. I still didn't get it.
She rolled her eyes and lifted the hem of her dress, working her hands underneath it. I could see her garters and stocking tops as she began rocking her hips from side to side. Her panties soon appeared. She worked them down her legs and stepped daintily out of them. She picked them up and began folding them absently.
"If someone wanted to lick any part of me, right now would be a good time to do it," she said, pointedly.
The light finally dawned. "I do," I volunteered.
Mom smiled. "You do? What part of your mommy do you want to lick, baby?" She moved to stand beside me. Running her fingers through my hair, she tossed her panties on the table.
Even though my mom had used some pretty graphic language the night before, I wasn't sure she wanted me to. "Between your legs," I mumbled.
Mom moaned at the idea. "That's my pussy, baby. Do you want to lick Mommy's pussy?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Say it," she breathed. She bent down, pressing her forehead against mine. She rested her hand on my thigh. "Tell Mommy what you want and you can have it." She ran her tongue across my lips.
"I want to lick your pussy," I whispered.
"Ooh," she sighed. "You want to lick Mommy's pussy? Do you want Mommy to lie on the table and pull her dress up like a nasty little slut so you can lick her sweet little pussy?" My cock throbbed at her lewd suggestion.
"Yeah, Mom," I answered, boldly. "Lay down so I can eat your pussy."
