บททั้งหมดของ Taboo Heat: Tales Too Hot To Handle: บทที่ 1161 - บทที่ 1170

Later that evening I found a movie for us to watch and mom and I sat together on the couch. After some time she threw a cushion on my lap and lay her head upon it in an effort to get comfortable. We joked about how bad the film was as I innocently stroked her hair, running my fingers through the silky strands and massaged her scalp. My mother, Madeline, I have neglected to inform you, was 54 years old. She grew up in Australia and met my father whilst working as a flight attendant. Falling for him and moving here she soon had me and settled down. It wasn't long until my father showed his true colors and from what I remember treated her pretty badly. He died when I was 14 and she raised me alone from then. She didn't look her age, or what I thought a woman in her fifties should look like. She kept herself in shape, her strawberry blonde hair showed no signs of gray and her lack of wrinkles proved she obviously cared for her skin.She had let herself go in the clothing department from w

Oh my god, my mother was about to talk about her panties. Was it the wine? The change room incident? I didn't care, I watched as she brought both legs up on the couch and crossed them beneath her. I caught the slightest glimpse of her underwear as she did so and with that and the way the conversation was heading I began to harden."What are you talking about," I asked, "they inspected your panties?""It wasn't every time. Just particular pilots, we knew the ones. You see it was part of the uniform, white cotton panties.""Fuck." This time Mom didn't admonish me for swearing. "It was male pilots doing this?" I was so turned on, the thought of my own mother ordered to lift her skirt and show her panties. My wrist was pressed against my hard cock and I ever so slightly moved it back and forth."It was the early '80's Daniel, it was a different era back then." She didn't seem to be overly embarrassed talking about the subject, in fact she seemed quite enthusiastic and was she becoming flu

I awoke naked and alone in my mother's bed to a morning well advanced. The room was warm and sunlit and smelt of sex. My eyes were drawn to a pair of pink and black satin panties discarded on the mattress and upon reaching for them I was alerted to the aches in my muscles from the sex the previous day. Such a satisfying burn. One I hadn't felt in years.I brought my mother's underwear to my face and inhaled. Barely a scent. She hadn't worn them for long. We'd spent much of the evening playing dress-ups. She had been so keen to try on all the new lingerie and clothing I'd purchased for her and I of course was more than eager to watch.I'd sat on the bed and complimented her, directed her in poses and chose which items to model next. I had front row tickets to my own personal runway fashion show, with (in my opinion) the world's hottest model right there in my mother's bedroom. When I sheepishly asked if I could masturbate whilst she tried on the items she told me she'd be honored, sayi

"You were so beautiful honey. In a year you'd grown from being my skinny baby boy into a man. You were working out daily and it showed. My god Daniel, when I saw you in that towel in the bathroom, your arms, your chest. Your stomach muscles, you looked chiseled. I couldn't help touching you, I wanted you to see me as a women and not just your mother. I did everything I could, you must have seen my panties? Surely you looked down my top? But it didn't work. Did it?" As it had then, a sullen expression came over her face."Are you kidding Mom? You have no idea. I hid my hard-on from you! How could I let you see I was turned on? I would've died of embarrassment.""Really Daniel?" Her face seemed to brighten instantly. "You wanted me?""So let me get this straight, if I had just revealed my hard-on to you, we would've fucked? We could've been together back then?" The reality of that sliding doors moment hit me like a bolt of lightning. What if we had? I wouldn't have married Amanda and ha

As we made our way up to the restaurant I stopped my mother in the elevator and held the door. "There's a couple of things before we go up Mom. First, is this restaurant has a very strict dress code. Now I didn't make the rules here but I know they have a no panties policy when it comes to women. So unfortunately you're going to have to take off your panties Mom." I was getting an erection as I said it but thankfully the black pants I wore would conceal the crime. Mom opened her mouth in feigned shock and smiling, whilst also keeping a lookout for anyone approaching down the hall, complied with my request. She lifted her dress, revealing her lace top thigh high stockings and pulled down the black satin thong she was wearing and presented it to me. I quickly stuffed it into my pocket saying, "You can have them back later if you desire.""Now the second thing is the gentleman we're having dinner with bears an uncanny resemblance to an American President but don't mention it to him no ma