Only On Vacation.

I was an only child. Growing up, life was pretty normal. Mom and Dad were great parents. I spent time with both my parents. Hunting, fishing, and golf with my Dad. Shopping, lunches, and weekend get aways with my Mom. We also did alot together as a family. Big vacations, sporting events, and lots of movie theaters. When I was 13, my friends became a big part of my life. I started doing much more with my friends and less with my parents. My Mom was only 33 years old when I was 13. She was a beautiful woman. 5 foot. 6 inches tall. She was a full figured brunette. She always dressed like a Hollywood star. I started taking notice of her large breast's, and her perfectly full, round bottom. I sometimes would catch her walking from her bedroom to the bathroom only in her bra and panties. Sometimes I see her in pantihose. But my favorite was when she would have on her girdle skirt with stockings. This was 1972. One time that I particularly remember was a night she was going out to dinner with Dad. She was upstairs sitting on her stool in front of her vanity in her powder room. My Dad was downstairs. I went into her bedroom looking for her. I was going to ask if I could have some buddies over. I yelled out for her. She answered " I'm back here Doll". I walked around the corner where she was sitting. I could smell her perfume. She was sitting with her back to me. Her brunette hair was down to her shoulders. She had on a black lacy bra. Her cleavage was very profound. She had on a black garter belt with sheer black stockings. Her big beautiful butt was visible from behind, beautifully spilling over the seat of the stool. She was wearing a very sheer pair of black panties on. I couldn't help looking down at her. I really didn't pay attention to the fact she was looking at me through the mirror. I started asking if I could have the guys over, but my eyes never left her gorgeous bottom. When I finally looked up, she was staring at me with a shocked grin on her face. " Are you okay "? Say asked. I quickly looked away. " Sorry Mom, I just didn't realize how pretty you are". She apologized and said " Your not a little boy anymore, I shouldn't let you see me like this anymore ". More to follow.

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# 81770 - by Only child / August 25, 2025

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by Anonymous on Aug 26, 2025 at 7:48 AM

My mother is the reason I like chubby women with big butts, big saggy tits, and big hairy pussies. My mom never wore panties when she had a girdle and stockings on. She would sit with her legs just slightly apart, allowing enough gap in her beautiful thick thighs to see her bush. I’m hard right now remembering this and writing this.

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by Anonymous on Aug 27, 2025 at 5:57 AM

I wanted so badly to talk to my Mom about my forbidden fantasies about her. I wanted to think she would think it was normal and happily go along with my fantasies. At that age, my fantasies were so soft core. I wanted to see her in lingerie. I wanted her to model for me. I fantasized about rubbing my hands over her nylon stockings. I wanted to play with her long soft brunette hair. I sometimes fantasized about playing Hairdresser with her. Having her sit at her vanity in lingerie, while I brushed her hair, or washed her hair. As I got older, I got my hands on Playboy magazines. That's when my fantasies became more R rated. Stuff like her telling me I was a naughty boy for looking at her panties in her drawer. Her pretending to be angry at me. And saying things like " You don't want me to tell your Father about this do you"? Or, " If I didn't know any better, I'd think you wanted to kiss your own Mother "? I could go on and on about the different scenarios I fantasized about. I was obsessed with masturbating with her lingerie. I guess it made me feel closer to really having a sexual experience with her. Everything was going fine, until the day she came home early, and caught me in her room. And how she found me, left me with no other choice but to tell her a little about my fantasies. More to follow.

by Anonymous on Aug 27, 2025 at 9:22 AM

I was in her bedroom as soon as I got home from school at 3:30 pm. My Mom usually didn't get home until at least 4:45. I had a pair of her silky panties in my hand as I masturbated. This particular time, I also had one of her girdle skirts on. I loved the way her girdles felt restraining on me. Her lingerie always smelled like her perfume, Diorella by Dior. If that wasn't incriminating enough, I had a picture of my Mom from the neck up that I would place over a lingerie models face in the Spiegels catalog. (Photo chopping, 1973 style.) Spiegels catalog always had a " Full Figured " section. My Mom wasn't fat by any stretch of the imagination. Her curves were definitely in all the right places. Anyway, unbeknownst to me, Mom was home early that day. She was home when I got home. Her car was in the garage, and she was in the back yard, cleaning the pool. I never heard her come in the house from the back yard. And she came upstairs, into her bedroom, to see me with a full erection, stroking myself on her bed, with her silky pink panties. She screamed " OH MY GOD"!!! I emediatly shoved the catalog off the bed, hitting the floor. I screamed " MOM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HOME"!!! I did my best to cover myself. She stood for a few seconds, assessing the situation, but It felt like she stood there for minutes. She held her hand over her mouth, then turned her back to me. As she walked out she said " Get yourself together, and come downstairs ". I put her pretty under things away neatly. I ran to my room with the catalog, and hide her cutout picture in my dresser. I put on my clothes and sat on my bed, scared to death. Before I could get enough courage to go downstairs, she was standing in my bedroom doorway. She knocked, and softly spoke" Can I come in"? More to follow.

by Anonymous on Aug 27, 2025 at 12:38 PM

I emediatly started apologizing. I rambled on, and on, and on. I was truly scared. She was calm. She smiled. She reached out and held my hand tight. In a soft calming voice she said " You haven't done anything wrong." She continued " This is only between you and I. No one else will ever know. No one." I took a deep breath. She continued " I need to know if you enjoy wearing my under clothes"? I looked at her with a puzzled look. " Honey, do you like wearing girls cloths"? I responded quickly, " Mom, I like your lingerie when I'm masturbating. But I don't want to wear it. I just like it because it's yours.". She smiled. " Okay, but I noticed the catalog. We're you pretending you were looking at me in that catalog "? I shyly looked down. " Yes". She asked me to show her the picture I was looking at. I got the catalog out, and turned to the page. She looked at it for a few seconds. " Where is my picture "? I got her picture from my dresser and handed it to her. She placed her photo over the models head. She looked at it for awhile. " Wow, that does look like me". She smiled and held my hand again. " So you really like the thought of seeing me in lingerie "? I apologized " I'm so sorry Mom, I just think you're the prettiest woman in the world". " Honey, your old enough to date girls your age. Maybe you should start asking girls out". I squirmed around a bit and said " Mom, girls my age don't wear lingerie like you do. Girls my age don't have a body like you do. Don't get me wrong, I like alot of girls at school. But none of them get me ...excited like you do". She looked at me intensely. " Honey, I'm not encouraging you to have sex with them, but maybe you could hold hands, or even kiss a girl your age, and it would help your urges". I told her that I liked long brunette hair. And I didn't think a girl my age would understand that. She said " Understand what"? I started to get more comfortable telling her how I felt. " I fantasize about brushing your hair Mom". " I fantasize about you letting me brush your hair, and you have on lingerie". She told me she would think about that and get back to me. I then ask her " Mom, you're not going to tell Dad about anything, are you "? She stood up, her blouse was open three buttons down. Her boobs were spilling out of her black bra. She kissed the top of my head. Her cleavage was inches from my face. With a naughty smile, she said " This will always be our naughty little secret Doll". More to follow.

by Anonymous on Aug 27, 2025 at 6:28 PM

Later that night my Mom came to my room. She wanted to make sure I was ok. I told her I was sorry for being in her room like that. I really wanted to forget the whole thing. I was embarrassed. And I realized the position I put her in. But she said " Don't be embarrassed about anything honey ". She told me she had been thinking about my fantasy of washing my hair. She said " I think that could be kinda fun". I was like " Really "?. She continued " But here's the deal, we should go away for a weekend, just you and me". I ask her if Dad would be ok with that? She said " You and I have gone on many mini vacations before. Besides, I told you earlier, this is our private secret ". I was so excited. I ask her if she would wear lingerie for me. She laughed and said " You can pick out whatever you would like me to wear". She said "Since Dad feel asleep downstairs , maybe you could brush my hair real quick before he comes upstairs". She said " I'll be right back". I couldn't believe this was happening. Just a few hours before, she caught me masturbating in her bedroom. Now she's gonna let me brush her gorgeous silky brunette hair. When she came back in my room, she turned and locked the door. She had on a black satin mini robe tied at the waist. And she had a glass of water that she sat on my nightstand. She jumped up next to me and turned her back. She reached back and handed me her hair brush. She excitedly said " We have to make it quick before Dad comes up to bed". I started brushing her hair. She was definitely into it. After several minutes I said, " I wish I could wash your hair Mom". She said " You will, just not tonight". She said " I've got an idea". " Do you remember when you were little, you pretended to wash my hair "? "Not really ". I answered. " One time , you must have been four years old. I sat on the floor and you stood behind me you were running your hands through my hair like you were washing it ". I put the brush down and started massaging her scalp. " Like this Mom"? She purred, Yeeeesss". Then she said " Do you remember what you did next"? " No Mom, what did I do? She embarrassingly laughed, " You spit in my hair, and called it shampoo ". I didn't say a word. I was rock hard. She continued " I was going to take a bath after this, so if you wanted to shampoo my hair the same way, I wouldn't mind". I said " That sounds amazing Mom". She had it all planned. " That's a glass of warm water, take a big swing and swirl it around in your mouth for a while. Then let it pour out of your mouth into Mommy's pretty hair". I did as she directed. As I swirled the water, she said " I better take my robe down so you don't get it wet". She untied her satin robe, and let her robe fall down to her side. She had on a white sheer bra and matching panties. She tilted her head back and said " Wash your naughty Mommy's hair baby". More to follow.

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by Anonymous on Aug 29, 2025 at 8:32 AM

By the way, if you want a visual of what my Mom looked like in 1973, google Cherr Bearr 22. This beautiful lady is the spitting image of my Mom in the 70's. My Mom's hair was a little darker, but her body and face are identical. Some of the photos of Cherr Bearr when she has that stern look, give me the chills.

by Anonymous on Aug 31, 2025 at 3:24 AM

As she tilted her head back, I raised up to release the saliva and water mixture that built up in my mouth. Exactly at that moment, there was a knock on my locked bedroom door. " Is everything okay "? It was my Dad. I emediatly swallowed the water in my mouth. I freaked out. My Mom was as calm as ever. She answered emediatly, "Everything is fine. I'll explain in a minute ". My Dad mumbled something and walked away. My Mom laughed, " That was close". I was so scared, and she was like nothing happened. " Mom, won't he think it was weird that my door was locked"? She stood up and put her robe back on. " He didn't try the door silly. Everything is fine". She turned and leaned in to my face. She had a serious look now. " I guess we'll have to play our little Hairdresser game another time". Then she kissed me on my lips. She kissed me longer than she ever did before. She slowly pulled away looking straight into my eyes. " I think we should have a little weekend getaway this weekend ". I was in a trance. " Okay Mom". As she walked out she said " I guess we'll have to play our little games only on vacation ".

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