“This shirt is softer, more comfortable, John.”
I picked my head up and tried not to gape. I knew it would be shorter and all but it was fucking amazing. It was white and it clung to my mother’s body. There was a shadow where her large firm breasts blocked the light. Her nipples were hard and made two tents in the fabric. The hem only went to the middle of her thigh. I looked and had more of a clinical face but the growing in my shorts could not be disguised. She had a smile but it was general, not a smirk or a grin, just glad to be here. I put out my arms and she dropped her suit and camisole in them. Then she took the bra and put it on top, right next to my nose. I bent forward, just a little and took a slightly more than normal sniff, oh so subtle. Her smile changed, just a little. I turned and dropped the clothes in, and paused, looking. I turned to her.
“Where are your panties, Miran…mom.”
She blushed. She was onto this game and liked my rules.
“I didn’t take them off.”
“Your mother would be shocked.”
I stood and held out my hand. Oh it was grand. She got almost a naughty girl look on her face.
“But then I’ll have nothing under this shirt.”
I just stood and flexed my hand.
Mom looked right into my eyes with the mere hint of a smile. She reached down and put her hands on her thighs at the edge of the shirt. She pushed the shirt up, slowly. There was a spot of blue and I saw the fabric cupping her sex. She was making no attempt at decorum, this was a tease. As her hands moved up I saw more, the lace at the edge of the legs, the smooth expanse of silk covering her jewel, then the waistband. Her hands stopped with the shirt pushed way above her panties. She paused, she was giving me the view, waiting, offering. I looked and waited. Her long strong fingers slipped down behind the delicate lace and slowly pressed her panties down. She had her elbows tight to her side, holding the shirt up. I stood and watched as the lace band slid lower and lower, exposing skin I had never seen, until the shadow of her shaved cleft was visible. She couldn’t hold the shirt up any more so she let it drop, but not before I saw the very top of her vagina.
Now she turned away from me and bent over. The blue lace was half way down the firm cheeks of her ass. When she bent the shirt pulled up, there was nothing in the way. Her hands continued to press the garment down. The gusset held fast against her sex, she spread her legs slightly and it dropped. As she slid, she bent from her waist and as the blue lace treasure slid down I saw it, my mother’s pussy. It was flushed and full, the outer lips engorged and the inner ones in full bloom. The area was shiny. When the panties hit her ankles she stayed bent and just waited. She was offering her pussy to her son. I smiled, remember, I don’t take offers, I take.
When I didn’t ram my cock into her she stood up and handed them to me. A slightly confused look on her face. It turned to a smile when I brought her soaked thong up to my nose and sniffed, my tongue reaching out and almost touching it. She gasped and clenched her legs.