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That was the point that I reached in my shorts and started jacking off.
Watching my mom undress was nice, but I still felt weird about it.
It was already late, but the rest of the day was the best ever.
Mom finished with the kitchen, worked on the laundry and joined me later with a movie ... Halfway through the movie, I could tell that she was enjoying herself: coy smiles as she looked my way; stretching her legs out, displaying her crotch; cracking her back, pushing her chest out. " "I'm not going to put on anything sexy, you know." I knew, but I just wanted to watch her get dressed.
Seeing her fondle herself -- well, nobody can restrain themselves that much. The water came off and I straightened my shirt and tried to calm my raging boner.
It didn't say to strip naked for your boy, but given the circumstances, it was the thing to do.
It wasn't until a few years after puberty hit (right at the end of high school) that I began to see mom in a different way.
I loved taking peeks of her as she was getting dressed for the night or as she was getting out of the shower.
My throat went dry and I forced swallowed what I had in my mouth.
"It was just for fun, mom," was all I could come up with. But the pictures have to stop." She was trying to be cool about it, but I could see that she was uncomfortable.
I have to admit, while I pretended to be cool about it and watch the movie, I couldn't keep my mind on it one bit. I shut down the entertainment system and she headed off to bed. There is just something exciting about watching a woman dress and undress, something intimate.