Spying on Mother
Spying on Mother
I had slept in my mothers bed ever since my dad had gone, and now as I got older it was just habit I would often wake to find myself there and not remember coming into her room.
Except on Saturdays, Saturday I didn’t have to get up for school and mum would let me sleep in, I loved Saturdays I would wake as I felt my mother slip out of bed, the mattress would spring as her weight lifted fee then I would hear the bedroom door open and close as she went in to the bathroom.
As soon as the door closed I was wide awake, I would move in the bed so my head was on the end of the pillow and I was laying on my side in a ball with my knees up. In this foetal type position I would now lay and wait, trying to keep my breath steady Soon my mother would return from her shower I kept my eyes shut as she walks in past the bed, towel wrapped round her body and another in her hair, through the blur of half closed eyes I would watch her walk to the end of the bed and sit with her back to me.
She sat facing the long wardrobe mirror and from my position I could clearly she her reflection as she rubbed her hair dry. I could se the **** in the towel pushed in her ample cleavage and as she rubbed her large breasts would swing and sway, the towel would start to get loser and loser. My hand was already round my cock as I slowly begin to wank but being oh so careful not to move the bed sheet.
As my mother rubbed her hair the towel would get loser and till at last it would drop free and fall in to her lap and there would be her bear breasts hanging free huge mounds of warm pink flesh her nipples dark and hard I continued my slow wank trying to keep still. Her breasts bounced, slapped together and hung free as my mother carried on drying her hair, when at last she finished she would stand, towel dropping to the floor and begin to walk out of the room I would freeze and shut my eyes but as I hear her pass the bed I would half opened one eye to catch a glimpse of dark hair, a neatly trimmed triangle of thick curls and a flash of pink from with in.
Then she was gone and I was alone to wank with visions of my mother’s bush playing in my mind
I had slept in my mothers bed ever since my dad had gone, and now as I got older it was just habit I would often wake to find myself there and not remember coming into her room.
Except on Saturdays, Saturday I didn’t have to get up for school and mum would let me sleep in, I loved Saturdays I would wake as I felt my mother slip out of bed, the mattress would spring as her weight lifted fee then I would hear the bedroom door open and close as she went in to the bathroom.
As soon as the door closed I was wide awake, I would move in the bed so my head was on the end of the pillow and I was laying on my side in a ball with my knees up. In this foetal type position I would now lay and wait, trying to keep my breath steady Soon my mother would return from her shower I kept my eyes shut as she walks in past the bed, towel wrapped round her body and another in her hair, through the blur of half closed eyes I would watch her walk to the end of the bed and sit with her back to me.
She sat facing the long wardrobe mirror and from my position I could clearly she her reflection as she rubbed her hair dry. I could se the **** in the towel pushed in her ample cleavage and as she rubbed her large breasts would swing and sway, the towel would start to get loser and loser. My hand was already round my cock as I slowly begin to wank but being oh so careful not to move the bed sheet.
As my mother rubbed her hair the towel would get loser and till at last it would drop free and fall in to her lap and there would be her bear breasts hanging free huge mounds of warm pink flesh her nipples dark and hard I continued my slow wank trying to keep still. Her breasts bounced, slapped together and hung free as my mother carried on drying her hair, when at last she finished she would stand, towel dropping to the floor and begin to walk out of the room I would freeze and shut my eyes but as I hear her pass the bed I would half opened one eye to catch a glimpse of dark hair, a neatly trimmed triangle of thick curls and a flash of pink from with in.
Then she was gone and I was alone to wank with visions of my mother’s bush playing in my mind
13年前
