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Do not read this story unless your 18. This is purely fiction, and has no
representation of anybody living or dead. It just comes from my perverted mind.
San Diego
by
Voyeur_2cu
I grew up in a small house in San Diego. I am the middle son of three boys.
My brother is just 14 months older than I am, and my younger brother is 3 years
younger. We have the typical family; Dad was in the Navy, an officer. Mom
took some college courses, but otherwise stayed at home. That was the norm in
the late 50's before moms were forced into the work force by the economy. I
know it sounds like a story, but we had to walk to the high school, 2 miles,
everyday, rain or shine. It wasn't bad though being in San Diego, the weather
never got to hot. It wasn't like it is today, school buses. Of course my
youngest brother Bob's school was closer, but he still had to walk.
Mom use to take us to the base movie all the time, it was only a dime. We went
nearly every night. We would come home from school, Mom from college. We
would do our homework, and then go get some taco's from this Mexican stand on
the way to the movie. Mom was a romantic, and she loved all the romance
movies. Us boys always thought it boring, but we loved our Mom. Dad was
rather abusive and we were glad when he was out to sea. This story takes place
during his absence.
We went to the local Episcopal Church, which was great. We belonged to the
youth group, and for us teenagers gave us a chance to slow dance with girls.
We loved it and Bobby Vinton got lots of play. We use to have parties at our
house, and Mom would take pictures of us to send to Dad. Sometimes she would
take pictures of us kissing girls so that he would know we weren't gay. She
also took pictures of us in one of her wigs too, how stupid could that look?
Three boys in a wig, the pictures were to go to Dad, talking about mixed
messages.
One Friday night, we had all of the Youth Group over. Mom had another Navy
Officers wife over too. They sat in the kitchen chatting and sipping on wine;
both husbands were on the same ship and away. In the mean time we were
dancing, eating snacks, chasing girls, making out, etc. We were mostly on the
back porch, which could not be seen from the kitchen. Leaving us to do
practically anything the girls would let us do, which was nothing more than a
little kiss here and there. Bill my brother pretty much had a steady
girlfriend Cindy, She did not attend our church and she was one year ahead in
our high school. I remember her best because one day she wore a sheer top
where you could see her bra. Needless to say, she had this 14 yr old boy's
attention that day. She came to all the parties too.
Having a three-room house let each of us take a turn having a bedroom to
ourselves. This year it was my turn, and I had Indy posters up and articles
about racing pinned to my corkboard. My bed was on the wall where if the door
was open, while lying in bed I could look down the hall into my mothers' room.
Her nightstand was in my view, and just the edge of the bed I could see, but it
was the side of the bed my mom slept on, so many a night I would be laying
there watching her get into bed in her pajamas. They were typical pajamas made
out of nylon, so when the lamp on her nightstand was on, and she was standing
between that lamp, and me. I could see the outline of her body through the
material. She was a short Greek woman, about 5'2". She wasn't particularly
beautiful, but her body was in nice shape and her breasts wee a full B-Cup. I
am a voyeur, and I loved the sleeping and viewing arrangements. Many a night I
would be pulling on my pud watching her turn down the covers and seeing the
outlines of those gorgeous melons as she leaned over pulling down the covers.
It sure beat jacking off to the National Geographic pictures.
At the party, we all were dancing. I danced with a few girls, but only a few
because I was shy. I was a little rounder than my brother also, so I didn't
get the chance to dance with as many or go as far as he did. About 10:00pm,
the party started breaking up. Mom and her friend started cleaning up and the
parents of the teens came to the door to retrieve their children. Cindy stayed
behind to help cleanup. After all the other guests had left, Mom and her
friend Cookie came into the room where we were all gathered. We had moved the
record player in the living room and Bill and Cindy would play a record and
then would dance slow, extending the night before she had to leave. By the end
of the evening no fast songs ever got played. I was just sitting there when
Cookie asked me to dance. She was a lot skinner and taller than Mom, and she
wore too much perfume, and she smoked. I turned her down but Mom insisted I
get up and dance with her. I tried to do the daylight between us thing but she
was persistent on holding me close.
So while Cindy and Bill danced, I had to endure with Cookie. She would crush
her breasts in my chest, which wasn't bad, but when she talked I could not
stand the cigarette smell.
As soon as the song was over I went to my room trying to escape the evening,
but a few minutes later I was called back out to dance with her another time.
When I returned mom had finished cleaning up and was sitting on the couch.
Cookie wanted to dance again, and so I did reluctantly. She had one of those
June Clever dresses on, you know the ones where it was all one piece and it
highlighted the waist with a belt. She had earrings and stockings on, and
always dressed to the hilt, only if she would stop smoking. Mom on the other
hand always wore a sweater and skirt with the usual hose. You know the ones
with the seam up the back. She always looked good, but she never wore much
jewelry.
After we danced, Cookie gave me peck on the cheek and told me thanks. She
whispered in my ear, "why don't you ask your mom to dance?"
"I can't, she is my mom." I said in a normal voice.
Mom overheard this and asked what we were talking about.
"Mrs. White wants me to dance with you."
"Well I am your mom, but I like to dance also."
"How about Bill, can't he dance with you?"
"I will dance with him after this dance, come here son."
I hesitated and she had another sip of wine before she made me dance with her.
We had a bit more daylight than with Cookie, but she was shorter, smiled
better, and was better dancer, slower. Cookie got them more wine and then
asked Bill to dance. Cindy sat down; I thought she was glued to Bill. So
Cookie and Bill, Mom and I danced this 1 ½ minute song that seemed an eternity.
I eventually started loosening up as the song neared the end. Mom didn't let
me sit down as the next 45 dropped onto the spindle. When the song started she
pulled herself closer and made me move. I moved my hands off her hip and
around to the small of her back. Her breasts were now touching me. I might
get to like this I thought.
The song ended and Cindy got up and grabbed Bill again leaving Cookie standing
there. Mom handed me to her. The next song started and I let Cookie move
closer. My hand was on her back, but as she was a little taller than Mom It
really was on the top of her butt. I could feel something bumpy under her
dress and I only found out later it was the place where the two ends of her
garter belt are connected, the hook. My mind started thinking that I was with
a real, flesh and blood woman. Bill was with a girl. I decided I was going to
see if Cookie would let me grab a feel or something without getting smacked. I
mean what did I have to lose, I really didn't want to dance with her. My hand
dropped a bit more, clearly on her ass, and I could feel the seam of that belt.
My palms began to sweat, but so far no resistance. We continued to dance and
when I had her back toward my Mom, I saw Mom looking at my hand, but to my
surprise she didn't say a thing.
When the song ended I did not let Cookie go. I continued dancing till the next
record started. I saw Mom have another sip of wine while watching my hands.
Every step in the dance, I tried to inch my hand even further down. I really
think I had it squarely on the underside of her butt when she grabbed my arm
and pulled it up some. Cindy and Bill were hardly moving and was so engrossed
in each other we could have been naked and they would have never noticed. We
danced more, my hand being persistent, inch-by-inch. "Behave" she whispered. I
continued until the song stopped.
Mom told me not to sit down it was her turn. The next record dropped and I
snuggled up to Mom. Her breasts were now a little flatter on my chest as we
danced. I decided to see if my Mom had a garter belt on and so I let my hand
drop. I could feel the zipper on her skirt before I felt the garter belt. I
was starting to enjoy this, dancing with two women. I know my cock liked it.
Cookie sat there and watched. I pulled Mom a little closer and she stepped
back a few inches. I thought I had blown any chance of feeling any more, but
she stepped out of her shoes and now was in stocking feet. She moved right up
to where she was before. No daylight left and only my erection and a few
clothes between us.
I looked over at Bill and Cindy, they were kissing and I saw Bill's hand trying
to get under her blouse in the back. Cindy was trying to stay passionate
without him going to far, especially in front of our mother. She stopped him
for the time being. Cookie watched intently as I danced with Mom, she would
sip her wine and then look at my hand on my mother's ass. When the next song
came she was up in a flash, she took her shoes off, and raced over to have her
turn. She was getting a bit tipsy from the wine and nearly knocked me over. I
steadied myself and put both arms around her like a bear hug. She did not
resist and I even think she pushed on one of my arms so that my hand would be
on her butt where she had moved it from before. Well nonetheless, that is
where ended up. During the song my other arm was searching the small of her
back. I had never felt a woman's bra before, just the backs of some teenage
girls when I could. Cookie was giving me the opportunity to study it. I used
my fingers to learn about the hook and eyes holding it together. I felt the
elasticity of it. I felt the adjustment buckles that held it in place. But
every time we turned I was careful not to show much interest in front of my mom.
Mom had another glass of wine and told Bill to behave himself. I looked over
and Cindy's blouse was coming out of her skirt. Bill stopped but continued to
dance. When the song ended I had to pee. I went into the bathroom and
managed, but it is hard to pee through an erection. When I came back, it was
still hard and I think everyone looking noticed. Mom started the songs over
again and sipped on her wine glass once again. Bill had turned one of the
lights off so it wasn't so bright. I put my arms around Mom to dance. She put
both her arms around my neck and drew me closer. My hand slid down her back to
feel her ass and then it returned to the small of her back. I felt the seam of
her garter belt in the process. As I did with Cookie, I started moving my hand
on her back and found her bra. She kissed my neck. I saw Cookie watching as
she refilled her glass and drank it all. My hand started to go around the side
and under my Mom's arm following the outline of her bra. When it got under her
arm I felt her squeeze my hand with her arm, she kissed my neck again and said
"no" very softly. For the rest of the song I felt every square inch of her
back.
After the song, Cindy announced she had to go. Mom offered to drive her home
but she said she would rather walk since she lives about 2 blocks over and 3
blocks up. I wanted her to walk too. The more time I had Bill out of the
house the more I was going to learn.
We said our goodbyes and I knew Bill wasn't taking her straight home, not with
that 59 Biscayne in the driveway with bench seats, and as hot as they had made
each other.
Cookie said "I get the next song."
"Well OK, but I get the one after that"
"We can take turns from know on, two songs apiece, and I do not want any
arguments" I replied. "Also can we turn another light off?"
Both agreed. Cookie gripped my wrist like an eagle catching a fish. We danced
in front of the couch where Mom was sitting sipping yet another glass of wine.
Cookie had her legs firmly between mine with her dress pushing against my leg,
I could feel her mound on my thigh. Her chest was next to mine and without any
hesitation she took one of my hands and put it right on her thigh, covered by
her dress, and moved it up over the clasp on the ribbons that held her
stockings. I was getting a leson I wasn't ever going to forget.
Whispering, "Can I feel you too?"
"Sure"
I kissed her neck and felt her hand slide down my back. There was a quick
squeeze on my butt and as we turned in front of mother she moved it up to my
belt. I was feeling her ass, and had my hand trying to inch up her skirt. She
stopped me and kissed me very quickly on the lips. The second song was much
the same, and I was looking forward to my next dance partner.
"I have had a little of wine tonight so if I get sleepy and lean on you, will
you mind?"
"Absolutely not, I enjoy your dancing"
"Good I enjoy your dancing too. I hope we have a long song. I need to relax."
Mom put her arms around me and kissed me on the lips, and then down my neck and
rested her head on my shoulder. My hands went down her back and I felt the
zipper and button on her skirt. My hand gently pulled the back of her sweater
out of her skirt and I felt bare skin for the first time. I immediately
started exploring her back, over her bra strap to her shoulders.
"That's Nice"
I continued till I felt braver, I pulled her even closer to me and I know she
could feel my erection. I undid the button on her skirt to loosen it up, and
pulled down the zipper just an inch.
"What are you doing?"
"I am giving you some room to breath."
"Well that's good, but definitely no further young man"
As I turned her back to Cookie, Cookie saw what I had done. Cookie took another
drink. I then put my hand just under the waistband of my Moms skirt and felt
the nylon panties that I had seen in the hamper so often. I moved my hand up
her back and felt her bra and then traced the path back down to her skirt. My
hand went under her slip, garter belt, and her panties and massaged the small
of her back. She kissed my neck and held me closer. On the next song, as I
was massaging her back I felt her throw her shoulders back and my fingers found
themselves under her bra. I felt the clasp and decided I would try to remove
it. "No, you're my son." I stopped and. I traced every inch of her back
lightly with my fingers and when I got under her arm going for her tit I felt
more resistance. "You shouldn't be doing that, besides the song is almost
over."
Cookie restacked the records and moved in on Mom. Before Mom sat down she
straightened her sweater but left it outside of her skirt, which was held up by
only the belt. I returned my focus, and Cookie proceeded to hungrily kiss me.
Her tongue darted in my mouth as my hands worked on lifting her dress in the
back. Even with Mom watching, I pulled her hemline up to her waist so I could
feel her panties. She responded, with a more passionate kiss and my hands went
under her slip, she unlocked her hands from around my neck to push the
waistband of her slip down over her hips so it dropped to the floor. She
stepped out of it not missing a dance step and kicked it to the side as she
embraced my neck. I moved my hands down and felt the cheeks of her ass. I
grabbed and pulled them trying to do the impossible of getting her closer. My
cock was raging. The song ended and she broke her death grip while we waited
for the next one to start. When it did she placed one of her hands on mine and
guided it to her breast. For the first time in my life I was feeling up this
woman or any woman. I squeezed and massaged that tit like it was the last one
I would ever touch. With my other hand I found the zipper on her dress near
the waistband and knew what my plan would be next. The next record dropped.
Mom kicked Cookie's slip out of the way and proceeded to me. I immediately met
her kiss with mine and my arms went around and underneath her sweater. I found
the back of her brassiere and with both hands undid it. She smiled. "You're a
natural, but I can't and you shouldn't"
"Why"
"Because you're my son and I brought you up better than that. Besides if you
want to do that I can tell Cookie is more than ready. She sure has drunk
enough." Cookie took a big gulp of wine.
"I don't want her Mom, I want you"
"Thank you for flattering me but we can't, can we just dance and hold each
other?"
With that we danced and held each other, bra undone, her boobs were more
relaxed. I tried everything I could thing of to touch them but she stopped me.
After the dance she left the room and headed for her bedroom fastening her
brassiere while she walked.
With Mom gone Cookie moved forward and placed her hand on my cock. "Before the
night is over I want that" she grabbed my hands and placed them on both of her
breasts as she undid the buttons of her dress. Cookie undid all the buttons of
my shirt and soon was grasping at my pants. She pulled my belt out of my
trousers and then kissed my nipples. Cookie opened her dress so I could feel
and see her breast bound by her bra. I took advantage of the opportunity and
felt them more. Cookie suggested we go to the couch and when we returned she
drank another glass of wine. I kissed her and had my hand up her dress until
Mom walked in and asked if she come back later. I said "no" much to Cookie's
dismay. Mom was my first priority.
Cookie had another glass of wine as Mom and I prepared for our next dance.
I took that as a good sign that she came back and the night was not over
between us. I immediately put my hands behind her and under her sweater and
felt her tighten up. "Stop." We danced and held each other and I gently kissed
her neck. After our second song we looked over to the couch to find Cookie
asleep. "Looks like she has drank to much, let's move her to your room." With
that said we picked her up and walked her to my room. We both laid her on my
bed. When we returned to the living room we sat a minute. I looked at Mom and
she said she really had a nice time but she should be going to bed. I asked
her not too. I wanted to dance one more set of records. She agreed.
We got up and started dancing; I held her close and still put my hand under her
sweater. She tensed but said nothing. We danced the first song then kissed
each other on the lips gently. I felt her snuggle up to my chest and we
started moving again. I tried to unsnap her bra, she responded. "If you
insist, but that is it." I slowly unfastened the bra and the ends feel free.
We danced slowly and she kissed me again. This time she lingered longer. I
kissed her neck and caressed her back.
"Mom, why don't you take your bra off and be more comfortable?"
"That would be nice, but I think you just want to see my breasts."
"You can keep your sweater on."
She went to her bedroom, and in a minute returned in the same sweater. Her
breasts looked more natural now and I felt my cock twitch again. She held me
close and I could feel the stiffness of her nipples through the material. My
hands found themselves on her back again and I was reassured the bra was a
thing of the past. We danced. "Can you massage my back again like before?"
With that incentive I held her close and moved my hand to the small of her
back. Once again my hands went under her skirt from the waistband. "That
feels so nice"
I took this opportunity to unzip her skirt even further. I continued my
massage. As we danced I felt her remove one of her arms from around my neck
and she unfastened her belt. I worked my hands further down. "Easy." she said.
I massaged her upper back and then her lower, each time going another ¼ inch or
so. Once the song was over we stopped and her skirt fell to the floor. She
looked down but was so somber she did not try to put it back on. "That should
help" I thought. The music returned.
My Mom was dancing with me in her ½ slip and sweater. I continually rubbed her
back and let my hand go further down to her buttocks. Each time she seemed to
move closer, and didn't mind it at all. I kissed her and told her how sexy she
was. "I am not sexy, I am your mother."
"You look very sexy to me."
We danced and kissed. She looked up at me and as we kissed, my hands pushed
the slip past her hips and on to the floor. She did not seem to notice, or did
not care. I could not believe my luck. We resumed dancing and my hands
caressed her ass through her panties. We danced two more songs before the
record stack ran out. I broke my embrace and went to the player and I saw her
try to gather her clothes. "Mom where you going?"
."I need to cover up, besides we danced the stack like I promised you."
"Lets do another one ok?"
"I do not know, we should go to bed"
"Cookie is in my bed mom, I will have to sleep on the couch. For my troubles
you can dance another stack right?"
She did not say a word as the first record dropped and I took her in my arms
again. On the second song I got brave.
"Mom, can I see you?"
"You see me, you are dancing with me."
"Can I step back and see you? I want to see what a woman looks like in a
garter belt, a REAL woman."
"It isn't right to look at your Mom that way."
"Please Mom, I really want to see."
"Ok, but just this once."
She stepped back and gave me a clear view. I admired her and told her how
wonderful she looked. She said she hadn't heard that in a long time.
"You look like one of those Playboy Bunny's."
"I am to old."
"No Mom, you do, I never saw one with a sweater on and hose, but I bet they
would look just like you if they did."
"Do you think? In those magazines aren't they topless?"
"Yes," I said emphatically "and your as pretty as they are."
"Well this once, if you would like to see me I will remove my sweater, but this
is between us and as far as it goes."
"May I?"
And with that I stepped forward and raised her arms and lifted her sweater.
"You are bad, my boy." It fell to the floor.
I stepped back again and admired the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, my
Mom.
A song came on and I moved forward and took her to dance. She agreed and
pushed her chest against mine. I kissed her. I reached up and touched her
breast. "Oooooooh" she murmured, I massaged it and even kissed it. It was
larger than cookies, and fit my hand perfectly. "Just this once." There she
was in a garter belt and panties, with sheer nylons.
I was in heaven. We pretended to dance as I played with her breasts, kissing
and sucking as much as I could. I could feel the perk nipples between my
fingers or between my lips, like I had felt many years ago.
When the stack ended she walked over to the record player and started the stack
again.
She came to me and my arms went around her waist and my hands went under her
panties directly on her butt cheeks and I felt the smooth flesh. She didn't
put up any resistance when I asked her to remove her panties.
"Would you like to see me nude, is that what this is all about?" She undid the
hose and lowered her panties to the floor to reveal a well-trimmed mound of
pleasure. Then refastened her hose to the garter belt ribbons.
I took in the view.
On the second song she kissed me and my hands explored her as we danced. When
I went to feel her pussy she stopped me and then the song ended. She stepped
back and left the room. I knew the night was over.
I was surprised when Mom returned a few minutes later. Her cute little nipples
where excited and she came to me "Your over dressed son." With that cue I
removed my shoes, and dropped my pants.
My boy erection was more visible through my underwear and especially that wet
spot on the front. She told me that if she was going to be dancing almost
naked that I should be too. I stepped back and removed what remaining clothes
I had on. When she went to remove her garter and hose, I stopped her. "Please
leave them on, you look so sexy in them."
We kissed again and she had to adjust herself so that my erection rested next
to her stomach and did not poke out. As we continued, I kissed her and felt
her hand slip from my shoulder and touch my cock.
"Just this once", she said. She slowly stroked it. Kissing me, and letting me
feel her breasts, I soon lost control and within a short time my cock sent
semen all over both of us. Mom continued to stroke my cock till it became soft
again. "You better go wash up son." She kissed me goodnight, and went into
her room and closed the door.
That night was never mentioned, and I never got to repeat what had happened
with my mom. It is one of the highlights of my life to this day. I have a
fetish for older women in garter belts now, even if they are 70, just because
of that night.
I decided not to sleep on the couch and returned to my room where early in the
morning, Cookie taught me the facts of life. But that is another story.
Voyeur_2cu
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