A Summer in Western Massachusetts

by Shoeslayer

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Mother, Son, Masturbation, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A good looking woman loses her hubby due to electrical accident, her son fancies the way she dresses for work as the town's librarian. Her glasses being the traditional librarian style turn him on and he starts seeing her through them, not as Mom but a woman with needs and wants. By summers end mom knows she dressed as she did for a reason.

Mom and Dad have always worked hard and their diligence paid off by way of a nice log cabin on the lake in western Massachusetts. Then, Just when things were going fine, Dad accidently juiced himself to death. The water heater was fed by two fuses, one blew, leaving a hundred and twenty volts instead of two hundred and forty and with a wet ground, you can see where this is going.

That was five years ago. Mom is now fifty five and looking good, a bit plump with nice boobs, hips and long grey flowing hair. She works for the town’s library and when she does work, she dresses the part pretty close to the traditional Librarian. A skirt and white blouse with a V neck that is ruffled, low heeled dress shoes and since she wears glasses, they are the traditional oval shape in black, brown or silver.

She takes great pride in her work for the town and she has a great attitude and many patrons have been very satisfied she could find the book they wanted.

Now to be quite frank about it, I always loved Moms looks when she wore her librarian style glasses and I’d often clean them with my T-shirt and they would sparkle. Mom had a number of pairs in silver, or black and they all had a glass beaded neck chain that would let her glasses rest on the shelf of her sexy bosoms. I found that the contrast of her black frames against her white blouse to be a turn on and there were a number of times she noticed the way I glanced at her. it was at these times her facial expression told me she liked what I was looking at

One day Mom says, “I don’t know why but it seems ages since I had to clean my reading glasses.”

“Ah yeah Mom, I thought you’d see better if they were clean, besides your blue eyes look so nice when they are clean and I like the way the light of the room sparkles in’em when they hang across your breasts.”

“Well that was very nice of you, I think you could have a job for life keeping my glasses clean.”

“So do I have the pleasure of keeping’em spotless?”

“Yes George you do.” And she gave me a nice juicy kiss, a kiss that was way too intimate for a mother and son as our mouths were open and our tongues danced. Mom then reached out with her hand in the small of my back and pulled me to her so that her boobs were pushed into me and yeah I really liked that. I pulled away in time as I began to get hard and I didn’t want her to know what was going through my mind.

I needed a walk, a good long walk to mull things over. Half a mile from the cabin was an old railroad line and I decided to walk some tracks. I had been walking tracks for a long time and I always found that deep thoughts that bothered me were less of a mystery after four or five miles. Sometimes my eyes saw a lot farther down those steel ribbons than actually possible, wondering about the large cities the tracks passed through, maybe a railroad yard and an engine house where locomotives and rolling stock were fixed and wondered about the men who took pride in such a rugged industry as the railroad.

I also found a cold hard truthfulness about those steel ribbons, aside from natural forces they were not going anywhere, very im-movable as it were, and the way I saw it as I walked them, I saw an honesty about them that could not be denied, that if I walked those tracks long enough, which I did that evening, I knew that taking care of my needs with Mom’s glasses was one guy’s way of symbolicly wanting to have a relationship that is frowned upon by society.

Mom went to work the next day and I was enjoying country life in the cabin. I made up some roast beef hash and eggs on the old Glenwood kitchen range and had a cup of coffee and a few doughnuts.

I looked around and saw two pair of Moms librarian style glasses, one pair in black oval shape, the other a nice silver oval style and I tred them. Once again I became turned on down there. I had been enjoying the charms of Mom’s glasses for a while now and quite frankly I love what they do for me. I made damn sure my man sauce left not a trace of its evidence on Mom’s glasses and as I was cleaning them I wondered what she’d think if she knew what I had been doing and what were the chances of getting her in bed.

She had to be missing the sexual closeness Dad gave her until he died, and I suppose I felt justified in wanting to give Mom what she has been missing.

I like the time I’m having with my mothers glasses and I felt a need to write down my feelings about her glasses on my old computers notepad and knowing that Mom has a very good working laptop I felt she would never bother with my old computer so I never hid the notepad in my documents. Well one day her laptop had a problem and Mom went to my old gateway and it was not long after that that I knew Mom read about my fetish.

I was working maint. for at a large downtown office block and going back to that log cabin by the lake everyday made me feel better than I had in a long time. What was nice is I was able to ride my old Harley Sportster to work everyday and I was getting around forty five miles a gallon but the truth was I just loved riding.

A few weeks after romancing moms sexy librarian style glasses, Mom started to wear them more often and then she went for the half-glasses style in gold or silver. These were of the half-round style or as some would say the half-moon style and a pair of half- square both with sexy glass beaded neck chains and I love the way they hang across Moms ample bosoms.

On the notepad I wrote,

June 15th I can’t believe how hot Mom looks in her oval style glasses or better yet her half-glasses, I have never had so many erections in a day or have them last so long either, the way they sit at the end of Moms nose as she reads the paper with the pearl beaded neck chain hanging from them. That is so feminine. The way her black ovals look in contrast to her white blouse, it does something for me.

One night during supper as the sun was setting, I asked Mom why she went for the half-glasses style instead of just wearing her oval style.

“You seem interested in my glasses George, do you like my new half-glasses?” As she asked that her second finger kept flicking at the glass beaded chain from which her half glasses hang and the light of the kitchen would sparkle in them and for whatever reason, I really liked that.

“Yeah Mom actually I do, just curious, I mean if something works, why change it?”

“What happens is sometimes I want to see well up close then farther away but one can’t see well farther away through full style glasses, like my oval style, but with half-glasses one can look over the tops.”

I got up from the table and grabbed a phone book.

“Let me try these Mom, to see what you mean.”

She gave me her gold half-moon glasses and I tried them with the book then tried looking through them for distance, one word for this, blurry. I did notice things getting tight down there and I had to admit that moms half-glasses also had a hold on me.

Mom looked down at my hard-on and smiled.

“So you like my new half-glasses? will you want to keep them nice and spotless as you do for my Librarians glasses?” She asked with a funny grin.

“Yeah mom, why not?”

“I am glad you like doing this for your mom.”

So as I laid in bed that night enjoying the country air of Western Mass, Moms words stayed with me,

“So you like my new half-glasses? will you want to keep them nice and spotless as you do for my librarians glasses?” I think the looks of her funny smile got etched into my mind.

She made me think she liked the idea of her son enjoying a fetish with her glasses and I was thinking that maybe we could get much closer, to the point of getting into the sack.

Work is going fine as I’m taking an evening course in electrical and air conditioning. Our building uses a chilled water system which is nice because the system uses finned piping in the sum- mer to absorb heat from the chilled water that ran through it and come winter time the same sections of finned piping is plumbed into a boiler instead.

All the while the back of my mind was on mom’s various styles of glasses and she had made some nice new neck chains to go with them, purple and pearl colored beads and they were much nicer than any- thing I have seen elsewhere.

Where in the name of hell did June go? another week and it would be the fourth of July. Moms friend from work who lived across the lake had asked her to a barbeque on the fourth, I was also invited and we had a great time.

Well the holiday was over and it was time to get back to work. I had put in a pretty long day and when I got back to the cabin, Mom was on the phone and something made me stop and listen.

“Yes Lois, it is interesting, I read it on his computers notepad, how I look so hot in glasses or better yet my new half-glasses and how my black oval style look so good on a white blouse. Well my laptop gave me a fatal error and that was it. So I went to the old Gateway he had and he did not bother hiding it, probably as he felt I’d always use my laptop.

I am sure it is a fetish but I don’t care, he does keep my half-glasses and ovals spotless and symbolicly I guess he is loving me. Maybe he read a story about a woman in glasses on the internet. I know I have been wearing them more around the house and I think I am doing it because he thinks I look so hot. He said he loved my pearl beaded neck chain as it is so feminine looking. Yes I’ll call you during the week-end, Bye.”

“Oh Hi George, just getting in?”

“Yeah Mom, how’s it going?”

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