I must have been about 19 years old when this really happened. From the time I was six years old, I had spied on my slender, dark haired mom bathing and dressing. As I grew older, my curiosity turned to something of incestuous lust for my mom and I would often think of her as I masturbated. She was very pretty and and petite and didn't seem to notice that she often turned me on as she would sometimes put on pantyhose or stockings as I watched. After such episodes, I would hurry to my room for a quick jerk as the image of my mom's legs and white panties played over and again in my mind. Such was the case throughout my teenage years, yet I never let on to my mom how sexy I thought she was.

One night I had been out partying and came home rather wasted. I staggered up the steps to my room and heard my mom follow me up. Mine was the only bedroom in the upstairs of our home and I knew that we would be alone. She said she wanted to talk to me and I told her that I was going to get ready for bed. This was in the early 80's, and the style of shorts for men was still very short. What I usually wore to bed was an old pair of shorts which were too worn for wearing in public but were quite comfortable for sleeping. She told me to go ahead and get ready as she waited outside my door, just at the top of the stairs. I changed into the shorts, but instead of going to bed, I sat down in a chair which was visible from her vantage point at the top of the stairs.