Chapter 6

I didn’t feel like going upstairs to wash, so I grabbed a few ‘wet & wipe’ tissues from a tub we kept in the kitchen, and gave my now limp cock a good clean and wipe over, especially around the tip as I pulled back the foreskin a little.

It felt exciting to be naked like this in our kitchen, mom having just wanked me off in here. Then, still in the nude, I walked out of the kitchen, along the hallway, and into our downstairs cloakroom, and flushed the wet tissues I had used to clean myself down the toilet.

As I washed my hands in the basin, I gave myself a look over in the mirror above it.

I almost had a glow about me. All this ‘sexual activity’, seemed to be a having a real positive effect on me.

Then, I walked back into the kitchen and pulled my boxer shorts on, followed by my house gown, and finally sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for mom to come down.

I started to wonder what she would wear for me. It was still rather amazing that she had said she would be giving me ‘constant visual stimulation’ over the rest of the weekend, whatever that meant. I could not imagine that she would be wearing sexy underwear for me all weekend, but the way things were going, I guess anything was possible!

I hadn’t yet even seen her in anything more than her regular old fashioned bra and panties, so the idea that she had gone to some lingerie shops especially to buy sexy stuff for me, to turn me on, was still pretty far out!

But, hey, I wasn’t going to complain. It would be like a fantasy come true! As I thought over this, my dick stirred a bit, and I wondered just how much I could really cum. So far it had been four times a day, but I hadn’t really pushed myself.

But I guessed mom was right, it may well be useful to see where my limit was, and to provide as much information to Dr Taylor as possible about the extent of my seemingly incredulous cum production!

I also wondered just how far mom would let me go in terms of touching her, and perhaps more. But before I could think about this any more, I heard her start to come down the stairs, and I braced myself for whatever stirring sight might befall me as she came into the kitchen.

You could not see directly into our hall from the kitchen table where I sat, so it was only as she came around the corner that I saw her.

My jaw dropped.

Without looking at me, she just walked casually in and went over to the kitchen sink and started doing some washing up, with her back to me.

I just looked and stared, open mouthed, almost in amazement.

Before I tell you what she was wearing, just a short aside. You have to remember that up to now in my life, mom had always been rather ‘prudish’ in her clothing, being very straight laced and wearing long skirts and tops that would cover most of her body her well, although of course nothing could hide the size of her large boobs.

Whatever she wore, it was normally very ladylike and conservative, with a big ‘C’. And although she still had a reasonable figure and curves, she would always wear clothes that would never accentuate her largish, but still shapely ass.

But now as I looked at her in our kitchen just a few feet away from me, it was a sight to behold for any big butt and full figured woman loving, red-blooded male!

She was wearing light grey shorts and a low cut, pink blouse, and heels that were as high as I’d ever seen her wear, so that her legs and ass looked really sexy. I hadn’t seen her in shorts for many years, but these were no ordinary shorts.

They seemed to be made of soft, jersey like fabric that clung to her skin and molded to every curve. Not only that, but it looked like she had cut them so that about one third of the lower part of her ass cheeks were showing! Fuck!

Her shorts weren’t quite ‘hot pants’, but if you can imagine a mature voluptuous lady with a curvy figure and a largish butt in figure hugging shorts, that exposed about a third of her ass cheeks, that’s what she was wearing! And they clung tightly into her butt crack, just to make it look even sexier! Fuck me!

“I know you have a thing for my bottom, Jacob,”

She said finally in a firm tone, and still with her back towards me.

“So I’ve decided to wear things that will help to arouse you when you look at it.”

I gulped.

“It ... er ... really ... er ... looks great mom,”

I said, hesitatingly, feeling my dick move in my boxer’s, and not really sure what to say to her.

“Good,” said mom, and finally turned around.

Then I saw her front properly. She must have taken out one of her very old tops, which had string like shoulder straps, leaving exposed her upper shoulders. Not only that, but it looked like she had cut the fabric around the area which would normally have covered her boobs, so that there was a huge amount of cleavage showing!

I could clearly see the shape of them, as they hung under her top. As I looked closer, I could make out her thick nipples protruding through the pink fabric. It looked like she wasn’t wearing any bra!

Then my eyes wandered down to her crotch area. Jesus! The soft material of her shorts was so tightly pulled into her crotch that I could see the slight indent of her pussy line. My dick jerked up more in response.

Then, she looked at me hard in the eyes and said.

“Oh, and by the way, I’m not wearing any bra or panties under these, in case you don’t notice.”

Fuck me! My mouth started watering, and my dick stirred in my boxer’s again!

Then, before I could reply, she turned around and said.

“Now Jacob, as it’s almost 6.00pm, I’m going to start getting dinner ready. Just sit and watch me, and when you feel aroused enough to ... you know ... cum, ... let me know, and we’ll get another sample.”

“Er, ... ok mom,” I said.

My dick was already moving like a snake under my gown, but it wasn’t quite semi-hard yet. I didn’t think it would be long though.

Mom walked over to the fridge, opened the large door and bent down to pick something up from the lower shelves. Fuck! Her ass was poking out back towards me, the soft fabric of her shorts stretching and pulling even tighter into and between her butt cheeks, so that her ass looked even hotter, if that could be possible, in those shorts!

“And while I get things ready,” she said, standing up again and walking back to the worktop with some salad making stuff.

“I want to ask you some questions which might help me to know just how best I can stimulate you, and it may also help to arouse you just by talking about it.”

I swallowed again.

Mom stood with her back to me, her ass cheeks partly showing in her ‘hot pants’, and started cutting up some lettuce and tomatoes.

As she did so, she said.

“Tell me Jacob, I know you like my bottom, but I’d like to know just what you like about it.”

Mom spoke almost like she was teasing me and I blushed.

“Well ... er...,” I started.

“Tell me honestly,” she said. “Don’t be shy.”

“Well ... er ... I like the ... er ... fullness and roundness of it mom,” I said, a bit timidly.

“Go on,” she said.

Felling encouraged, I continued.

“I’ve ... er ... always liked largish asses’ mom.”

“And why is that Jacob?” quizzed mom.

“I always thought men liked smaller, pert and firm, toned bottoms.”

Feeling more a bit more confident, I said.

“Well, they look nice in photos, but ... er ... I don’t think you can ... er ... you know ... get a nice deep handful of butt cheek with those.”

Mom burst out into a little laugh.

“Oh, I see,” she said.

“And there I was I at my age thinking my butt was too big and unattractive.”

I relaxed a bit at mom’s laugh and began to feel more conversational.

“Well, if it’s too big and with lots of fat and cellulite it wouldn’t be very attractive to me, but your ass is just right mom, not too big and not too small, and it’s also still quite shapely and firm in places. It does sag a little bit, but that makes it even nicer for me, as I ... er ... sort of like to see the flesh there jiggle and wobble as you walk, and I don’t think you get that effect so much with firm, toned ones.”

“Goodness me” said mom.

“You do have a lot to say about backsides, and mine in particular!”

She still had her back to me and was now mixing the salad in a large bowl and adding seasoning and dressing.

“You do still have quite nice curves, mom,”

I continued, feeling even more relaxed as we spoke, and like I wanted to tell mom how good looking I thought she still was.

“And that’s why I’ve said to you so many times about going out and meeting someone. I know you’ve been put off a lot with your experience with dad, but I’m sure plenty of single guys around your age would like to meet and date you. You never know, you might meet someone really nice.”

Mom became silent and as she finished mixing the salad. She turned around and then walked over to the kitchen table, still holding the salad bowl, her bra-less tits sexily wobbling in her low cut top. She put the bowl on the table, bending forward towards me slightly so that I got an even better view of her cleavage.

“Thanks, Jacob,” she said breaking into a smile.

“That’s nice of you to say so. I might take up your advice, as it’s good to hear your opinion on how I look. But for now, we must concentrate on your little problem.”

She looked at me in hard the eyes for a moment, and then said.

“Do you like the way my boobs look in my blouse?”

I swallowed again, and my dick now jerked up hard in my boxer’s as I looked down into mom’s cleavage right in front of her, and could see her large tits hanging freely under her top, as she had no bra on.

I blushed again, looking at her boobs, and said a little uncomfortably.

“Er ... yea mom, ... er ... they look really g ... good.”

“Do they look sexy?” she said, still holding her bent forward pose.

“Y ... yep ... they sure do mom,”

I replied, feeling an overwhelming desire to grab them, but controlling myself.

“Good,” she said and stood up straight again and walked back to the worktop next to the cooker.

I watched her ass cheeks wobble and swing from side to side in her tight shorts. My dick became a bit harder, but I knew I was not quite ready to cum.

“Do you like boobs too, then?” said mom again.

“Yea ... sure I do mom,” I replied.

“But not as much as bottoms,” she retorted.

“Well ... I like both,” I said blushing a little again.

“Especially when boobs are large and ... well ... a bit floppy and jiggly, like yours mom,”