Dutch Courage + Testosterone

She was just there. On the lying back on the couch as I sat at the computer trying in vain to get the internet working again. Unlike most similar nights of fighting with the internet connection though, I wasn't sweating with frustration. For as I turned back and looked at my mother on the couch, I didn't see mum. I saw a regular MILF. She slept there peacefully as under a slight veil of self pity, I admired her legs. Those legs weren't very well covered by the mid length brown skirt she wore had been wearing through the day. Quite a plain skirt actually, but with her height (about 5ft 9 I think) and regular walks with the dog, it has to be said that mum had a fantastic pair of legs for her age.

And despite her having put on a few extra pounds in the last few years, she was certainly still in good shape. In the most part, those extra pounds had gathered to great aesthetic value on her hips and on her bottom which protruded emphatically and yet gracefully. She didn't have much of a waist, and this, combined with a lovely pair of breasts which would be a handful if I wasn't so big myself (I would have guessed size 36 or 38C), made her like I say, one of the few americanized phrases I don't mind adopting, a regular MILF!

The 26 hours or so before this particular time had provided a combination of inappropriate views of my mother. The night before she had, just like THAT night, fallen asleep on the couch but I think she was wearing a different skirt. That black one maybe? Yes I think it was the black one with spots on it. She'd fallen asleep as my sister was still in the room watching TV, so my various glances at mum's splendid legs couldn't be quite as long as I wanted them to be or else Lucy would have spotted me!

Mum had fallen asleep in an L shape, with her legs laid out straight across the couch and her body and head resting against the back. Much to my progressive delight however she settled further and further down, more into a horizontal position and as her sleep became deeper she because less aware of the manner of her skirt. I caught view after view of seemingly longer legs until I could not take it any longer. I gave into a disgraceful desire, put my phone on video mode and videod myself walking past the couch, catching a view up her skirt as I did so.

I sat back down to look at the video. It wasn't brilliant, quite blurry and I guess that wasn't helped that I was probably shaking a little as I walked past, as well as the obvious effect my movement and footsteps would have had. I got a glimpse though. Plain white knickers. Hmmm!!, mum was wearing plain white knickers! I looked back at mum and thought how conservative of such a MILF! With legs and an arse like that, dad should be having you wearing thongs or french knickers everyday. With their sexual relationship in absolute tatters though, on reflection dad would have had nothing to do with mum's choice of underwear.

He probably never got to see mum's underwear that day. Unlike me, his disgustingly and absurdly minded son. But I should like to thing intelligent and certainly opportunistic son too. I looked across to mum, perhaps 20 seconds after seeing a second hand view of her knickers. But it was a video and a poor quality one at that. I wanted more. Lucy was still awake. Watching the TV quite intently too, and although her eyes were dropping a little, it was her favourite TV show and she wouldn't be asleep for at least half an hour.

But still, I wanted more. A blurry mobile phone video with about 1 second worth of a glimpse up my mother's skirt was not enough to satisfy my perverted mind. It was as if in her sleep she could read my mind. She moved a little! Lay down a little flatter in the couch with her skirt effectively sliding about 4 inches up her leg! Delightfully, the direction she was lying meant that her legs were pointing towards the stairs.

I went upstairs, to the corner where the main flight of 11 steps met the remaining 2 steps. From here it was possible to look down into the room where my mother and sister were. My eye sight is not brilliant, but even I got a sensational view of mum's knickers. I loved the way her eyes were so closed so tightly, protecting a clearly very deep sleep. It gave me a sense of comfort. I sat there only for about 10 seconds though before my sister moved and I was reminded of the obscenity of my actions.

I always refer to relieving pieces of good luck as charming! And oh so charmingly my sister decided to discard the TV to sit at the computer. She would always check her e-mails, spending about 5 minutes doing this, before bed. I promptly got my phone ready again, this time to take a simple picture. I looked at mum through my phone, admiring her through various colour and zoom options, before getting a good picture at 4x zoom of a lewd upskirt and might I add a quite decent view of a healthily sized pair of breasts, slightly squashed together by mum's arms, both charmingly laid out straight with her hands on her thighs.

I went to my bedroom, unsure whether to enjoy the poor quality porn videos starring my mother, as one enjoys porn when one is alone; or just to stick a DVD in my personal DVD player and watch that. My mind was made up by the sound of Lucy's light footsteps climbing the staircase. She knocked on my door and said good night in her typically polite manner. I wished her a sweet dream, and feeling tired from my vast psychological excursion, the DVD lasted 20 minutes before I switched off and went to sleep.

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