Getting Mom defenseless ! ! !

One day when I was 18, I was came back from 6th strain at school and turned into the driveway where mom's car was normally parked and noticed that it was missing as mom would always beat me and dad back from school and work.

Presuming that she was either shopping or lash out her ally, I let myself in and made a cup of tea to refresh myself while I got ready to pack a bath. Unknown to me at the time, mom was still making her way back household from work after being stuck on the throughway for the Best part of an hour due to an accident right in the contra-flow of the perennial roadworks that blight Britain's M-6 motorway.

As always, the bullet was on timekeeper giving me my usual tank full of hot water supply before dad got back and wanted his share. After finishing my drinking, I took off my shoes then trundled upstairs into my bedchamber and took off all my dress, and then walked into the bathroom carrying my dirty linen which I then put into the washout basket, locked the door and started to fill the Bath with hot water. It didn't take long for the bath to fill up and despite the piddle slightly burning me, I got in and lied down for a soak.

After a dyad of minutes, I heard mom's car barrel onto the driveway and point, the drivers door slamming shut, followed by mom fidgeting with the keys in the front door, then the door slamming shut and the auditory sensation of mom running upstairs, along the landing place towards the bathroom door.

Little did I know, but because she'd been stuck on the throughway, she was fit to split and desperate for the toilet, and this opportunity would apply me the opportunity to do what most teen boys would could only dream of, not only seeing a bare fair sex in the flesh, but that woman being my own mom as well.

Before I carry on, let me tell you a bit about myself and my family. My name is Dugald Stewart or Stu to my admirer and family and at the time I lived in the Great Barr arena of Birmingham. Dad was a warehouse operative in Aldridge and mom worked as division fourth dimension receptionist at a clinic in Bedworth.

My mom's name is Claire with a acme of 5'9'’, and at the time of the incident was 35 long time old with shoulder length raven hair and a curvy size 14 dress size of it with a pair of pert C cup breasts. I know this because I've done what most adolescent male child have done and rummaged through mom's underwear.

Despite the family aliveness in close proximity to one another in a 3 bedroom planetary house, We never saw each former naked, although I wished I had with mom. Many of my friends had told each other how they had managed to give away themselves to their mom's which gave them, the most erotic sensory faculty possible. The key was to bear the backbone to do it, and I'd never had it in me. The closest thing I had to see mom naked was on holiday in the Med, or in the back garden when mom used to sunbathe in her 2 piece bikini's showing off her figure.

When she sunbathed at home, she used a sun lounger, right below my window. I spent many an time of day staring at mom from above, leering at mom's body, wondering what she looked like au naturel, until I couldn't take it no more to the point I then had to masturbate to relieve the strain. Luckily for me, that was about to change as I will now explain.

thud ! ! ! ! !, went the door as mom banged against it expecting it to be unlatched then desperately tried turn the handle to no avail.

"Who's in there ?, is that you Stu ?"mom asked, jigging up and down on the spot, her move making thudding sounds on the carpet outside the doorway, her heart sinking knowing that the lone lav in the house was engaged

"Yes !. .. why ?"I asked, not knowing the intellect why mom was making a fuss.

"Oh. .. shit !"mom groaned,"How long are you going to be ? I need the lavatory !. .. . I'm pissing myself"she continued, accent sounding in her voice.

Upset that my bath was being disrupted and not wanting to unfold the door as mom had never seen me naked since I was 5, especially now that I had reached puberty I said.

"You'll have to wait !. .. I've only just got in !"

"Mmmmm !. .. . Mmmmm !. .. .Mmmmm !"came from behind the doorway while all the clip the steady thudding continued as mom hopped up and down trying somehow to relieve her discomfort.

"Come on Stu ! ,. .. let me in ! ,. .. I've seen it all before !. .. I bathed you enough times when you were a kid !"mom said, whilst still groaning.

A few s later, the doorway shuddered again and the handle rattled as mom relentlessly tried to get me to let her into the bathroom.

It was then I had a thought, a view so outrageous I couldn't believe it myself. Here was mom in a right pickle, desperate for the toilet and here's me with an opportunity to get or coerce mom, if you want to prognosticate it that, to be completely naked in nominal head of me, not only that but I would have the chance to expose myself to mom as well. It seemed so off the wall that I doubted it would work.

My heart then pounded as I put the architectural plan into work. There was Sir Thomas More dissonance and rattling of the doorway followed by mom pleading.

"Bloody hell Stu ,. .. for God's sake let me in ! ! ! ”.

I then executed the plan, motion was, would mom buy it ?

"Jesus Christ ! ! !"I said, making out I was upset.

I then got out of the bathtub, the audio of water dripping off me echoing around the bathroom. Walking over to the doorway, I could find out mom's groaning and hopping more loudly. Upon getting to the door, I put my system of weights behind it and then unlocked the door, then opened it slightly ajar, just enough so I could get my head around and look at mom who was half bent, hopping up and down with both of her hands between her second joint on her crotch.

Mom sensing that relief was at last at hired hand rushed towards the unfold door, but unfortunately it was not to be, as I refused to give it any more.

"Move then ! ! !"mom ordered as she thought that I was being half soaked with my attitude.

Then I made the child's play, heart beating 10 to the dozen.

"You get strip down then !"I said, not believing that I actually said it.

"W. . W. .. What, what do you intend ?"mom stumbled to reply, shocked that I just asked her to take her clothes off.

"You just told me I've got zilch to be embarrassed about being naked in front of you, so why don't you drill what you preach. ?"I replied.

Mom still half bent then said.."Don't be so bloody rude and open the door, you're my son, I'm not getting undressed in social movement of you."mom said then carried on."Besides you're too young to see a grown cleaning lady naked ,. .. they'll be plenty of metre for that when you get older and lead off courting and get married."

I replied back.

"Oh !. .. so it's ok for you to see your own son naked and see me get embarrassed about, it but not when it comes to you."

I then shut the room access and said."You'll have to wait then,"while I stood behind the door to see if mom would do it.

Mom groaned again from behind the door..

"Aaaagggghhhh !. .. . aaaagggghhhh !. .. I'm pissing myself !. .. ok !. . ok ! spread the room access !"

I opened the door ajar again and put my pass around to see if mom was indeed stripping off, and she was. There she was on the landing place, less than 3 feet away from me, franticly trying to get her wearing apparel of, groaning even more intense due to how her bodily campaign were affecting her bladder.

A few moments later, my programme had worked and my secret dream had come true, mom was naked in strawman of me, despite desperately trying to cover herself up from my eyes by putting one of her arms over her breasts. She then rushed towards the doorway, her handwriting across her genital organ and forced it undefended wider, nearly causing it to thwack against me, and headed towards the toilette. As she did she moved her arm from across her breasts and pointed a fingerbreadth at me and said.

"You're a son of a bitch !. .. you know that ?"

I then walked back over to the tub, turned around and sat on the edge with my hands down at my position and opened my thighs slightly so as to break mom an uninterrupted view of how her son was turning into a man. My friends were right, exposing myself to mom was giving me unbelievable sensations, especially how vulnerable I felt.

As mom urinated into the toilet, I looked at mom's naked soundbox as she looked straight ahead, still cross that I'd made her uncover herself to me. I took in the scene of mom's boob, they were magnificent. Her nipples stuck out a couple of inches due to the temperature change from taking her clothes off which accentuated her areoles which were around 2 in across each, all the sentence my cock getting erect from the eyeshot mom was giving me.

Mom wasn't ignorant as to what I was doing and sternly turned her head towards me and said.

"You do roll in the hay that it's bad mode to stare like that don't you ?"which caused me to start blushing. She then shook her head a few times, right to entrust indicating her displeasure of me. She then opened her thighs wide open giving me an unblocked view of between her legs then said.

"Go on then !. .. . you might as well, that's what you've been after ,. .. induce a in effect look while I'm here ,. .. you won't get another chance !"

I did what mom asked and stood up off the face of the bath, my knockout on fully exposed to mom so it would allow me to look down between her wooden leg then ogled to my nerve's cognitive content. Mom had a grand pubic trigon, not very thickly haired mind you, you could see her skin showing from underneath.

Then my eyes went further down, ignoring the musical passage of water emerging from mom's urinating and took a big feeling at mom's tooshie and her lip. Mom's can was overnice and tight, her lips didn't protrude very much which surprised me, but that's what happens when the only fannies you've seen are from porn magazines.

Then it was all over, mom had finished, she got off the fanny, wiped herself with some toilette roll then stood upright piano and without saying a Christian Bible walked back out of the bathroom leaving me there to land up my Bath. The whole episode of me and mom exposing ourselves to one another didn't take more than a couple of minutes, but it was the just match of minutes of my sprightliness up yo then.

Ok, so I'd perturbation mom and I'd be made to pay for it over the next few years but I didn't impart a tinker's damn, especially as I would now deliver the honest orgasms ever fantasizing over mom's consistency while I masturbated.

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