Chapter 3
My mother walked to her bedroom and opened the door. I just kept walking behind her, not knowing what to expect. As soon as we were both in her room, she closed the door behind me and stood in front of me. Without saying a word she brought her hands to the buttons of her white blouse. While she gave me a fixed look, she started to unbutton the blouse. I felt my cock get hard in my pants. I didn’t dare believe that this was really happening. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” she asked in a horny tone of voice. She had completely unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it out of her skirt, giving me a good view of her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I swallowed and didn’t know what to say. My mother threw her blouse on the floor, now showing me her beautiful breasts in all their glory. “Come on,” she said sighing, “touch them. Lick them.” I couldn’t control myself any longer and threw myself onto my mother’s tits. I kneaded them with my hands and sucked on the nipples, which soon were fully erect. “You did this too when you were a baby,” my mother moaned, “and thankfully you haven’t forgotten how to do it.” After I’d been playing with her tits for a while, my mother gently pushed me away. I let go of her rack and gave her a questioning look. “Did you think that I didn’t know?” she asked with a randy smile on her slips. “Did you think I didn’t know that you have been peeping at me for months? I heard you, Anna saw you . . . and then all those dirty pyjama trousers . . .” I didn’t know what to say. I felt so enormously caught. “It’s all right, son,” my mother said reassuringly, “it’s completely normal for you to be so horny, certainly at your age.” She untied her skirt and let it drop on the floor, so that she was standing in front of me wearing only a pair of white panties. She stuck a hand into her panties and started to touch her pussy. “I know you have the hoots for me, son,” she said, “and I am your birthday present!” She took off her panties so that she was now completely naked. “Get undressed,” she said, “or do I have to do it?”