A Keyhole Adventure, Plus!

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A Keyhole Adventure, Plus!A Keyhole Adventure, Plus!Considerable time had passed since Mom suprised me by showing me her bosoms after asking why she hadn’t worn a bra one day. Although the encounter was brief, it was burned into my mind for all time. She had let me touch her slightly sagging 49 yr. old B-cups and even asked me to suck her nipples! I was even allowed to feel, caress and admire her plump thighs…a dream come true for this high-schooler. Time constraints that day prevented anything else from taking place, but she did promise more later. My mind would wander while doing homework in my room…should I initiate or wait for her lead? She was more openly affectionate toward me since that day, usually touching my shoulder or cheek when passing by or a kiss on the top of the head while studying…unheard of actions before our exploration episode.I had over the years explored Mom’s underwear in her dresser and found nothing that was sexy or even cut briefly. Everything was cotton or inexpensive blends and all white. Also, I had studied the undergarment sections of the Sears & Roebuck catalogues of the day because any stray Playboy magazines were scarce among my friend’s Dads. But one lucky thing was our neighbors across the road. The lady of the house was a college professor in Home Economics. Their library had several illustrated textbooks concerning family planning. These books were richly illustrated with great drawings of the female body and reproductive parts. Even described much to my delight various female body shapes and breast sizes as they affected the health of the woman. All this increased my curiousness of the female anatomy. With no girls my age living close by to “play Dr.” with, my attention zeroed in on Mom long before the day I saw her ankara escort bare breasts while working with her in the field.After searching through Mom’s pantie drawer and foundation wear a couple times even that gets passe and one can only turn to fantasy because that way things turn out the way you want…Sure enough one day I was at my desk studying one afternoon when she came home from a meeting nicely dressed. As she walked by me into the adjacent closet, I noticed something different, something she hadn’t been seen in before. My curiosity was aroused, not to mention something else. I considered following her in, but decided not to without being invited. In a short while he emerged and I saw the heretofore unseen sheer, push-up bra, no dress, just a half-slip. “Wow!” I said, “a new look?” “Sure, do you like?” she asked. “it makes me look like I have more than I do.” I feasted my eyes on the twin modest orbs exposed over the top of the bra and her nipples outlined in the sheer front. Compared to most bras, this one seemed to nest her breasts like two fine Faberge’ eggs instead of harnessing them.While I was mesmerized by her lovely bra and bust, she had her arms around my shoulders and her hand rubbing my face and fingers through my hair. I lay down my homework as she asked, “I need a favor…would you please undo my garters and remove my nylons?” “Oh, gosh yes,” I replied. Finally I get to take my time doing what I’ve dreamed about for years! She sat down on the chair behind me and slowly pulled up her slip exposing her thighs. I moved in front of her and knelt down on on one knee nervously feeling her hose with open palms. I loved the sensation going through my hands and mind. Soon I reached that magic spot where the stocking ended and the fleshy ankara escort bayan upper thigh began…the softness was intoxicating. Her garter belt matched the bra…very dainty and even had shot pieces of ribbon over the snaps. I raised the garters off her skin and undid them and slowly rolled the hose down her leg, first the left, the her right making sure not to cause a “runner” surely ruining the pair. Now I noticed what I always wondered about…my Mom had virtually no body hair…smooth as silk…she didn’t even need to shave her lower legs. I mentioned that to her and her answer was, “It’s on my head and one other spot.” After a short time of rubbing her inviting white soft thighs, she stood up and had me raise the half-slip over her head. She turned her back to me and instructed me to undo the garter belt from her waist while he admired the great wide hips and jiggling cheeks through sheer panties. What a view!I flung the garter belt aside and put my arms around her feeling her bare, white midriff and dropped my hands to feel her motherly belly, rounded and soft and fingered her navel. She squirmed and said, “that tickles.” Her movement caused her behind to rub across my swollen crotch. “What’s this?” she queried. She turned around toward me and said,”I what to see this.” I undid my jeans and gave her access…she looked tempted but reluctant to pull it out of my brief. “Want me to take it out?” “Oh, I don’t know…I’m not sure,” she answered. “I’ll show you, I said. Out it came, pointing straight to the ceiling. “Oh, my gosh! It’s beautiful, My son’s manhood…it’s soooo hard,” she exclaimed. She put two fingers on it and explored its length, then made a circle out of her thumb and forefinger and ran it up and down a couple times, her eyes escort ankara wide open. She looked up to me and started to say something, then just delicately kissed the tip, moved back and then opened her mouth and covered my knob. Just as quickly she pulled back saying, “I’ve never done that before!” Different generations, I guess. “Does it feel good when I touch it, son?” “Of course it does Mom,” I replied. “I don’t know if I should do this, but I want too,” she stated. She slowly wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started to stroke it very lightly. “Is this how you do it?” she asked. “I don’t know.” I said. “Come on, I think I know what you do in the barn when you don’t make any noise.” she implored. “You’re on to me Mom,” I replied. She smiled at me and started gripping and stroking harder and quicker, her small, dainty hands made me look so much longer. Soon I was headed for ecstasy and started to tremble. Mom quickly pulled two tissues from her bra strap and got ready to catch my load. It came with a vengeance this time and she hardly covered my dick in time. It pumped and pumped and finally finished. She opened the tissues and examined the puddle I had produced. “MY WORD! I’ve never seen so much, there must be a tablespoon of Jizz here,” she noted. She cupped it in her palm and put her finger into the goo and brought it slowly to her tongue. “Oh such sweet nectar, I’ve always wanted to taste this stuff,” she offered.At that moment it dawned on me, It was not only me that was awakening sexually, she was having a sexual re-awakening. There we stood partially clothed and at a loss for words. I could only pull up my briefs and jeans and hug her, knowing it was awkward for us both. She moved into the closet for a robe and returned, saying, “We will have to do this again soon, it looks like I have something to learn, not only you.” We embraced and exchanged kisses for a moment when we heard Dad’s truck trundle up the drive from the farm ending another brief wonderful encounter.To be continued….

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