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Lady in Red
I was 22 and home from college for the summer. My parents were allowing me to live at home rent free while I worked an internship three days a week. I had just finished my junior year and had a semi-productive summer planned. The three days a week work schedule gave me five days a week to fuck around. Visit friends, get drunk at bars, the usual 22-year-old stuff.
As their only child I think they enjoyed me being home. I was a few hours away at school, so I didn’t visit often during the school year. Plus being empty nesters didn’t seem to suit them. Mostly because I didn’t think they enjoyed each other’s company that much. Don’t get me wrong, they didn’t fight. But they were more like roommates, doing their own things under the same roof, never super affectionate with each other. I never heard them having sex even, and it wasn’t for lack of trying. I’ve always had a voyeuristic streak in me.
Having me home seemed to open them up more. I got the feeling they didn’t spend much time together without me around. My dad was a nice guy, but he had become lazy as he got older. He would come home, have dinner, watch tv and go to bed. He didn’t even drink that much. He wasn’t bad, just boring. With his lifestyle he gained some weight as well. My mom took pride in her appearance and her husband was a lazy, slovenly mess.
My mom’s main focus was work. She usually worked late, not because she had an important job but because she enjoyed working and being needed. With her focus on work, and my dad focused on the tv, they just didn’t seem like a super compatible couple anymore. I felt like I was the one thing they had in common.
They seemed genuinely excited that I was home for the summer. Especially with an internship nearby, they had hoped I would stay close to them after I graduated. Truth be told, I was excited to be home too. I wasn’t the most social person and didn’t have many close friends at school. Back at home I had a few close friends that I could count on and hang out regularly with. At school though, I had what I thought of as friends of convenience, we would only hang out and do stuff so we wouldn’t be alone. I was pretty shy and reserved, so it was hard for me to make friends.
Since I could barely make friends with other guys, making friends or even talking to women was out of the question. I didn’t have any girlfriends in college. I did manage one date that went nowhere and drunkenly made out with one girl at a party once, but I was too shy to do anything else. So I was still a virgin at 22.
I figured back at home I might have better luck. My two friends Rob and Mark were far more outgoing. I figured if I got back to home, hung out with them more, they could maybe help wingman me into some situations with some ladies. Even if that didn’t work out, it would just be nice to hang out with them.
My first full day back I had off. My parents had to go to work, and I was home alone and bored. I decided to snoop. I enjoyed poking around and seeing if I could find anything interesting. I had been gone from the home for months, maybe my parents had some interesting secret hidden somewhere in the house. I was always a bit of a voyeur and the curiosity of going through things gave me a thrill.
If I was being honest with myself, my desire to snoop probably started when I was in my late teens. My parents worked and I was home by myself a lot. As an only child, where both parents worked, they often gave me chores around the house to do. It was while during those chores I stumbled across my dad’s porn stash.
It was a dream come true for a teenager. Sure, we had the internet, sure there was porn on it but there was something taboo about finding the stash. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be there, reading and enjoying it, but I was anyway. It was naughty, forbidden. So, when I was putting something away in my dad’s office closet and found the stash on the top shelf behind some old work binders, I was in heaven.
It was a blessing finding my dad’s stash. It was a mix of magazines at first. Playboys, Hustlers, Penthouses. But slowly over time it morphed into Penthouse Letters. There were always centerfolds, hair up, fancy necklaces, exotic poses. Beautiful women. The kind of women I didn’t see in real life. But there were a shit ton of articles in there. Who wanted to read porn?
It became a somewhat regular habit. I wouldn’t do it every week, but every now and then I would sneak into the closet, pull out the magazine and crank one out to the beautiful pinups. The thrill of not getting caught ogling my dad’s porn making it all the more exhilarating.
As time went on and I got into my own things, I would check less often. The internet provided variety and I didn’t care for all the letters contained in the magazine. I was young, in a hurry and I didn’t have time to get horny by reading some long ass story, I needed to get right to it. I think I kept it up mostly for the thrill of searching for the kumköy escort forbidden. I knew it was my dad’s porn and it was his secret.
One day, as I was pulling out the folder, I noticed a small envelope in there. I was shaking with nervousness and excitement hoping for something good. I carefully opened the envelope not to damage it or its contents, and out came a photo of my mom. A polaroid of her with her tits on display. “Gross” I immediately thought shoving the photo back into the envelope. I didn’t know what to expect with the envelope, but I certainly didn’t expect that. I didn’t want to see my mom naked.
I never thought of my mom as a sexual being. Up until that point I didn’t know she liked or even had sex. Sure, I existed so she did it at least once, but never did I think she was sexual. She rarely kissed my dad, never flirted, always wore conservative clothing. I was shocked more than anything she would have a photo showing off her tits. My mom certainly wasn’t a turn on. The opposite in fact. I could picture her disapprovingly staring at me telling me I shouldn’t be jerking off.
I was somewhat put off by the whole ordeal and gave up on the snooping for a bit, focusing on the sexy women with fake tits all over the internet. Even so, every now and then when I was home during college, I’d take a peek at what he was up to. His stash regularly changed but always remained the same. New magazine issues, but the same magazine. More articles, but different articles. Thankfully, the envelope never returned. The last thing I needed while getting off was photos of my mom.
So with that as a background, that is how I found myself at home, at age 22, snooping through the house. I went straight to the shelf, but it was empty. Maybe he had moved his place. I poked around the office some more, eventually finding my way to the computer. I figured maybe he joined the tech revolution and discovered online porn, so I began looking around. I started in the usual places, bookmarks, history, etc. I found a couple sites he was looking at that weren’t particularly interesting. He clearly was unaware of all of the tube sites out there, the porn hubs of the internet. He was focused on frumpy old lady photo sites. Not my cup of tea.
After that I began searching the hard drive through the file explorer. I started clicking on the folders, beginning with the obvious photo and video folders. Both were empty. Not completely surprising. Clicking around, I eventually found a subfolder in his work documents folder titled “Rick.” That was his name. Promising, I gave it a click.
There were about 12 files in the folder. Photos, listed by name, no thumbnails. The file names weren’t anything descriptive, just the generic kinds of names that are autogenerated. This was something. I was exhilarated with the find. I anxiously clicked on the first one.
That was the moment things changed for me.
It wasn’t the best quality photo, definitely not professional, but there she was. My mother. Dressed and posed like I never imagined. I didn’t even think to imagine her like that. I was dumbfounded. Unlike the first time I saw the photos of her boobs, this time I didn’t turn away.
She was lying on the couch, posed like a pinup in a men’s magazine. She was lying on her side. Her head was propped up by one arm, the other arm draped along her body. One of her legs was bent at the knee. Her normally shoulder length brown hair, teased up with a few loose tresses hanging down. She had a mischievous smile. She was wearing makeup, but not like normal. This wasn’t going to work makeup, this was going to the club to get fucked makeup.
My already hard cock ached as I studied the photo. This was wrong. I shouldn’t be looking at her. She shouldn’t be dressed like that. She was my mother. I felt conflicted, despite those thoughts my cock was rock hard and I involuntarily gave it a squeeze with my hand.
She was wearing a red corset which pushed her boobs up and to the front. Outside of the one photo I quickly saw of her boobs, I hadn’t given much thought to them. She never wore anything to push them up and I couldn’t even remember her wearing anything low cut. But here, in this corset, they looked damn good. I didn’t realize they were as big as they were. A fancy pearl necklace lay just above them.
After pausing at her beautiful cleavage, my eyes wandered along the rest of her body. The matching red panties rode high and hugged only her pussy, leaving little to the imagination. I looked closely at her crotch, not sure what I was expecting to see but hoping for something. All I could tell though was that at the very least, she did get aggressive with her shaving because as revealing as those satiny red panties were, I couldn’t see any hair.
Further down I noticed her legs, clad in red stockings that stretched to and covered her feet. She was only 5’0″, where was she hiding those legs? Had she always had legs kundu escort that looked that good?
The kicker for me though was unexpected. It was the gloves. She wore matching red elbow length gloves, elevating the look from sexy to glamourous. Almost sophisticated. At least as sophisticated as a woman can look dressed to get fucked.
I realized I was slowly stroking myself. Not fast enough to cum though. I wanted to enjoy this. I examined everything about that photo. Not just the gorgeous woman, but also the background. It was clearly taken in our living room. That was our couch she was on. Never did I imagine that the boring couch I sit on every day watching tv held such a stunning woman. She probably got fucked on that couch that day. Hopefully good.
I started to imagine my mom having sex after that photo was taken. Did she leave the lingerie on? What parts. I’m sure she would have left the stockings on. What about the panties though? Was it a push them to the side, need to hurry kind of fuck? Or did they come off and take it nice and slow? What about the gloves? Hopefully she kept those on, they looked like they would feel magical on a cock. Did she leave the corset on, or let those magnificent tits free to bounce around as she got fucked?
And what about positions, was she just taken? Flipped over and fucked from behind doggie style? Or was she more dominating, and ride on top?
Jesus! What was I doing? This was my mom on the screen. Why was I imagining her having sex? Why was I jerking off to my mom?
Those thoughts were fleeting. My mom was a knockout. A fox for sure, even at 44 years old. All 5’0″ and 105 lbs of her. Just a tiny little sex pot. Under my nose the whole time. Right then, she looked as sexy as any woman I had met. Beautifully done up from head to toe, matching red lingerie, her hair and makeup looking perfect. Even the women in the magazines and pornos I watched would have trouble keeping up with that look. Far sexier than any of the real women I had seen naked at that point. But then again, the only women I had seen naked in real life were strippers.
I continued to wonder about that photo shoot and the aftermath. Did she cum hard? Or did she cum at all? I couldn’t imagine my dad giving her a proper fucking. While nice and attentive, he seemed like he would get winded jerking off, forget about having sex.
I must have been enjoying that photo for close to five minutes before remembering there were more.
It was with excited trepidation that I zoomed out of the photo and went back to the file explorer box. I clicked on the next one, nervously excited. I was shaking, probably from the excitement that was generated by the taboo nature of all of this.
The next photo didn’t disappoint. Still clad head to toe in her stunning red lingerie but posed differently. This time she was on her knees on the couch, her torso upright, head cocked to the side, eyes closed with a smile on her face, and her hands, still in the gloves, up in her hair teasing it further. I didn’t know where to look first but I was drawn to her cleavage again, with her chest upright and pushed forward, her boobs strained against the corset, ready to burst out. Fuck me. Then I was drawn to her crotch, searching for any sign that her panties had moved and revealed anything. No such luck.
I didn’t spend as much time on the second as the first. Not because it wasn’t great, but because I was more cognizant of the other photos and I was getting ready to blow my load. I needed to figure out what photo I was going to climax to and fast.
Photo three changed those plans and in a hurry. She was still on her knees, but this time she was facing the back of the couch bent over with her ass pointed at the camera. She was looking over her left shoulder with a sultry smile as she had her right arm behind her patting her beautiful ass. My eyes were immediately drawn to that beautiful ass. I couldn’t tell in the first two photos, but those sexy red panties were actually a g-string! There it was one little strip down the middle of her ass, showing it all off. While I had never paid much attention to her boobs before, I was aware that she had a great ass. I always loved a good backside and my mom had one that was perfectly round and full. Prior to today I never gave it much thought, but I did notice it. She never had a problem filling out a pair of pants.
Seeing that ass in all it’s glory, the g-string hiding nothing, caused me to start working my cock faster and harder. My gripped tightened as I ogled my mother’s sexy ass, admiring every curve, wishing I could have it in person, to touch it, caress it, grab it, kiss it, lick it, and just fucking enjoy it! Within seconds of those thoughts my cock erupted into one of the best orgasms of my life. With no towel or tissues to catch it, I just let it shoot. I came all over my t-shirt and I didn’t even give a fuck.
I leaned back in my chair panting. kurtköy escort That was amazing. The post nut clarity and shame that normally comes shortly after jerking off never came. I was covered in my own cum, basking in the glory of my mother’s ass, and I was on top of the world. I sat still for another few minutes replaying the previous 20 minutes. Having seen my beautiful mother, not even naked, looking unbelievably sexy and coming so intensely was hands down the best 20 minutes of my life until that point. It sounds pathetic that jerking off would be feel like such a milestone, but it was nonetheless.
I glanced at the clock. Holy shit, I hadn’t been at this 20 minutes, it was 45 minutes! It was still early though. Only 3:15 and my dad wouldn’t be home until 5:00. I had plenty of more time to clean myself up and get back to the photos.
After a quick trip to the bathroom and grabbing a glass of water I was back in front of the computer, ready to click on image four. Now that I came and came hard, I felt calmer. I was hopeful that since I jerked off, I wouldn’t be so wound up and could enjoy the photos some more.
That thought quickly vanished when I clicked on the fourth photo. Nope, there were no tame photos in this bunch. In this photo she had moved from the couch to the oversized armchair across the room. Each of her beautiful, nylon clad legs spread wide over each of the arms of the chair. Inviting. She still had her panties on, but her right hand had grasped the side string of the panties pulling it away from her body. Her left hand grasping her left tit. Her head facing straight at the camera as she held her pearl necklace in her teeth, with face adorned with the most exquisite fuck me look.
My glance was immediately drawn to her crotch again. I couldn’t wait to see what treasure lie behind the satiny red door that was her panties. I was dying to see that pussy. Was it trimmed or shaved? More importantly, was it wet? How turned on was she during this photo shoot, putting herself on display to be leered at, desired?
Staying calm was going to be harder than I thought. My dick was harder than I thought it would be for having just came. One of the advantages of being 22 I suppose, but I was ready to go again. I held off though. There were many photos to get to and I needed to enjoy these. Shit, in the four photos I had seen, she hadn’t even gotten naked yet.
I clicked to the fifth photo. She was standing with her back to the camera, facing a chair, holding the chairback with one hand, looking over her shoulder. Her left leg straight, her right leg bent with her knee on the chair. She was sticking her ass out, with a look of being caught on her face. She had been caught alright. Caught with that beautiful ass out. Her other hand was on her ass, either rubbing it or maybe even spanking herself. What I wouldn’t give to bury my dick in that ass.
Five photos in and I already jerked off once and was ready to go again. My heart was racing because everything about this was so forbidden. I had finally realized my mom was incredible. She wasn’t even naked in any of the photos, and she was driving me wild. She looked stunning in her lingerie, unimaginably sexy. But I also couldn’t wait to see more of her, I had to see her naked.
Unfortunately, I would have to wait to see her naked because the sixth photo did not deliver. Don’t get me wrong, it was still fucking hot. She was on her hands and knees on the floor, crawling. Staring straight up at the camera, a look of desire across her beautiful face. My mom, a dirty whore crawling on the floor in red lingerie begging to be fucked! Fuck I wish she was crawling toward me like that.
I had to keep moving before I blew my load again.
Clicking to the seventh photo, I got closer to seeing her naked. She was sitting on the counter of the kitchen island, the string of her panties hanging from her mouth, her legs spread wide, her gloved hands covering her pussy. Her bare pussy so close, yet still hidden behind those silky gloves. It was a good frustrating, driving me wild with the sexy teasing, but still leaving me wanting more, more, more. God I would happily have those panties hanging from my mouth.
As I studied her body in this photo, I saw it! A nipple peaking out of the corset! That was something at least. The erect nipple protruding from the tight corset told me one thing, she was fucking turned on. The nipple I used to suckle as a baby, teasing me and taunting me to come suckle it again.
In the eighth photo she had the corset off. She was facing the camera with her gloved left arm covering her tits. In her right hand she held the corset out, as though she were about to drop it. Staring straight at the camera she had a look of lust on her face. God damn, I needed more of this woman.
Nine photos in and I finally got to see her beautiful tits. Two gloved hands holding them from underneath, pushing them up and together. Her nipples erect, sticking straight out. Her head bent down, tongue out, licking the top of her left boob. Her boobs weren’t giant, maybe a C cup, definitely real, but boy did I want to motorboat the shit out of them.
I couldn’t believe this was my mom and I couldn’t believe how bad I wanted to fuck her.
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