MY MOTHER SUSAN part5
by Hot Milfs Blog“How’re you doing, Billy?” she asked as she belted her robe.
“Doin’ OK, Mom,” I replied, trying to sound cool and collected
when I was anything but. “You like to play some tennis?”
“Love to,” she replied. “Now?”
“Sure, now.”
“OK,” she tossed over her shoulder as she walked to a tall chest of
drawers and picked out a pair of small white cotton panties. I’d become
aware of what undergarments she wore for what occasions and white
cotton were for sports.
Her robe was clingy, hugging her body and buttocks. I was acutely
aware of her prominent nipples and the swell of her rounded mons as she
faced my direction. Then, glancing directly at me for a moment, she turned
away and, unbelting the robe, she stepped into the panties, pulling them up
firmly into her crotch, snapping the elastic. It took no more than brief
seconds, but time seemed to slow down and she moved in slow motion.
She was standing in front of a large, south-facing slider window,
and intensely back lit. The sheerness of her robe allowed the bright sun to
highlight her body silhouette and I could see her remarkably well through
the translucent robe. I gazed in rapt awe at the long-legged outline of her
figure, the shadow of a full breast swinging forward as she bent to step into
her panties. I thought of ripe fruit.
Suddenly it was very still in the room. I think I was holding my
breath. Was she really aware of me there? Did she know what I was
seeing? I knew her as too quick and too smart to be unaware of how she
looked. Were we slowly escalating to a new level of intimacy? And if so,
could I ever acknowledge it?
As she pulled the robe away from her body for a moment, I caught
no more than a flash of one rounded hip and thigh and it thrilled me. From
a lower drawer, she pulled out a pair of white tennis shorts and employing
the same visual screen of her robe, pulled them on, again pulling them tight
into her crotch. In my mind’s eye. I could see her puffy mons
In a moment, I became aware that my dick was swelling and caught
down the leg of my shorts, feeling bent and painful. Before she looked
back, I adjusted myself.
Now what? I knew she kept her bras and shirts in the same chest of
drawers. Would she select them and go into her closet, or even into her
bathroom to don them? I watched as she picked out a brief white cotton
bra and a white T-shirt. Again, she glanced at me, and then shrugging her
shoulders as if to say, “Oh, the heck with it,” she turned away, let her robe
drop to the floor where it pooled at her feet. She quickly put her bra on,
hooking it in the back with a nimble facility that comes as the result of long
practice. Magicians, I think, have the same facility.
I saw, perhaps as never before, how narrow her waist was and how
beautifully full her hips were under her long and delicately curved back. It
was more pronounced and exaggerated by all that flesh! It took but
seconds to don her bra, but it wasn’t quick enough, for I snapped a mental
picture of a back and side view of her full breast before it disappeared. Yet
another lurch in my groin. I was a goner.
She looked back. I smiled, wanting her to know that I had seen
her, but not wanting to act snide or smart ass. “Nice,” I said.
She returned the smile and turned toward me as she was pulling the
T-shirt over her head. Again, for a brief moment, I saw her en face,
appreciating how skimpy the bra was and how much of her breast simply
appeared to ride as much above of the cup as in it.
I don’t recall who won at tennis that day. What I do recall is the
moment of watching her bend over, nude under her robe, and lifting one
foot, place it into the leg hole of those white cotton panties. Later, looking
at the panty line under her shorts, I thought to myself, “I’ve *got* to see
more of her.”
…End of the part5. To be continued..