tagIncest/TabooMy Weird Mother

My Weird Mother


I'm John and this is the story about my mother who suddenly stated acting weird. Now, you may ask yourself what constitutes weird? There are a lot of weird things going on in the world today, so maybe my mother's actions weren't that weird but they were for her.

You see, my mother has always been a little brown mouse. I mean, and I hate to say this, but my mother was always a plain jane. She hardly ever fixed her hair, wore makeup, lipstick and almost never wore a dress and when she did, her bare, white legs looked out of place, especially with her loafer shoes on.

Mother worked from home and almost always wore blue jeans and tee shirts. The only interesting thing was that she hardly ever wore a bra. She was a product of the 1960's summer of love movement. I enjoyed watching mother's breast bounce as she moved around her office and the house.

The weird part started when mother asked me one day what I thought about her appearance. What's a guy supposed to say but "You look great mom". She gave me one of 'those' looks.

"Well, I mean you could, uh, oh Jesus..., I mean you could maybe fix your hair differently," I said.

"What does 'differently' mean?"

"I don't know mom, just different." I grabbed up a couple of magazines that were on the coffee table and thumbing through them and came across a few pictures of women with different, from mother anyway, haircuts. I ripped out the pages and held them out for her.

"These?" she asked looking at the magazine pages. "You really think I would look better with hair made up like this?"

"Yep," I replied. "Try it mom, you might like the way it looks!"

"Whatever," she replied and left the room, heading for her office but she took the pages with her.

The next Saturday, I came home from my job around 8PM and stopped suddenly in the kitchen. Mother was sitting at the table with her hair all done up. She looked beautiful.

"Wow mom, you look great!"

"Thank you, sweetheart. I'm glad you suggested it. The hair dresser almost fell over when I showed her the pictures," she laughed. "You should have seen her. I've never seen a hair dresser that nervous before!"

"Well, I really like it."

"So, what's next?" she asked.

"Do what?"

"What would you change next about my appearance?" she asked.

"Oh, come on mom, you look great" I told her. It wasn't a lie, she really did look a lot better.

"Come on, out with it. I'm a big girl, I can take it."

"Well mom, you could start using a little makeup, not that you have anything to cover up, but you could add a little color and maybe some lipstick."

"So, I'm ugly and you think makeup would be the remedy!"

"No, no mom, no, that's not what I'm saying. I'm sorry just forget it. You look great just the way you are," I stammered.

Mother just laughed, "You are too easy. I was just pushing your buttons".

This time I just shook my head and I left the room. I went to my bedroom and got ready for bed. I heard a soft knock at the door and mother said, "I just wanted to say goodnight".

"Goodnight mom," I said without opening the door.

The next morning, mom said she was going to the mall and would be back by lunch time. When she returned, she had a bag in hand and she was wearing makeup.

"Damn mom, you look hot!"

"Well thank you honey, I think," she replied.

"Man mom, you really do look nice."

"I went to the makeup counter at Macy's and they gave me a 'make over' they tried a couple of different tones, but we settled for this." Mom was making a circling motion around her face. "I bought all the makeup they used on me, so I can stay beautiful for my young man!"

Mom was standing there smiling at me. I didn't know what to say. "I think you look wonderful and I'm proud to be your young man."

I watched as mother faithfully applied her makeup every morning and fixed her hair. She did this for a week before she brought the subject up again.

"Okay young man" she said as we ate breakfast, "What's next?"

"Next? Oh, you mean your appearance" I sighed, "I don't know mom, what if you started wearing dresses?"

"You think that would make a difference?"

"I think so, I mean some of the guys I hang with have mother's that wear dresses. They always look nice."

"Dresses it is," she said, "Will you come to the department store with me and help pick some things out?"

I hated going shopping. I'd rather have a root canal than go shopping but mom was expecting me to help. "Okay, when do you want to go?"

"Right now, sweetie, if you have the time for your old mom."

"Right now, would be just fine." And with that, we were in the car heading for the mall. Once there we went to the women's department.

"What size do you wear?"

"I'm a size 6," she said, "You go over that way and I'll go this way and we'll meet back here in 30 minutes, okay?"

"Okay. Any particular style," I asked.

"Just whatever you like," she answered as she walked away.

I looked at some dresses, mostly they looked too young for mother but then maybe she would like something a little, dare I say, sexy? I picked out a little black number, full skirt summer dress and a tan dress with a short jacket. With my treasure in tow, I headed back to the meeting spot.

Mother was already there waiting for me. She had a dress and a pants suit in her hand. She took my stash and headed for the fitting room. "You can sit here in this chair until I come out and model the dresses. You let me know what you think."

"Okay mom," I said as I sat down in the over stuffed chair outside the fitting room.

The first outfit she modeled for me was the pantsuit. "Oh, come on mom, we're here for dresses."

"I know but, I'm not sure I'm the dresses type of girl anymore."

"Sure, you are, now get back in there, dump the pantsuit and let's see that little black number."

"Oh, you are not nice!" As she headed back to the dressing room, she ruffled my hair and blew me a kiss.

Next, she wore the little black dress. "This is too short," she complained.

"That's the whole idea mother," I said. "It's supposed to be an evening, special event type of dress."

"Since when do I have a special event to go to?"

"You never know," I cajoled, "You could have one just any old day." My thoughts were racing as I saw my mother transforming into a lovely creature. "Besides, this dress shows off your beautifully shaped legs."

A plan was formulating in my mind. I wanted those luscious legs.

"Yeah, they're only beautiful to you," she replied as she disappeared into the dressing room. Shortly she emerged wearing the brown dress with the short jacket.

"Wunderbar," I stated in my best fake German accent. "I really like that one."

"Me too. I like the length, doesn't show as much leg!" She was staring right at me, giving me the 'eye'.

"Hey, never too much leg!" I chuckled.

"Watch it mister," she said as she went back into the dressing room. Next was the summer dress with the full skirt. Mother did a twirl and flipped up the front of her skirt playfully to show the petticoat beneath. "That makes it fluff out," she said. I was just enjoying the show.

Mother, to my dismay, bought the pantsuit but to my delight, she bought the black dress, summer dress and the brown dress with the jacket.

"Okay, I guess we're through here," I heard mother say as she picked up the bags containing her new clothes.

Then I said something that I'd never said before. "Let's go look at shoes. You specifically need some high heels to go with these dresses." Mother was wearing her typical attire, shirt, jeans and low heel loafers.

"I guess I do need something to go with these but I can't afford three pair, we'll have to settle on just one."

We walked over to the shoe department but didn't see anything that hit her fancy. We walked through the mall looking at the different shoe stores. Finally, we stopped in a 'warehouse' type store and mother found a pair of brown 3" high heel shoes that she fell in love with. I found a pair of black, 4" heels, in patient leather that just screamed "Fuck me!" I had to have them. They were expensive; I bought them as a present for mother. I didn't tell her about my purchase, it was my secret. I wanted to surprise her when we got home. I hid the shoe box in the dress bag that I was carrying.

"I guess I need some new hosiery," mother mused. I couldn't have agreed more.

"I guess so! What type of hosiery are you going to buy?" I asked.

"Pantyhose I guess," she said. "What other option is there?"

"Come with me," I said as I grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door. One level down and half way across the mall was Victoria's Secrets.

"I can't go in there," mother said as she pulled her hand away.

"Why not?"

"It's too risqué," she stated flatly.

"Mother, you've gone this far, don't stop now. You have a new haircut, a makeover, new dresses, new shoes, this is the place you need to go next."

She reluctantly followed me into the store. I could tell by the time she had walked 10 paces into the store that she was spell bound. Corsets, cameos, bustier, garters, stockings were all displayed on mannequins. Mother was moving slowly through the store, touching, feeling, holding things up for closer inspection.

"Have you been here before," she asked.

I must have turned a little red because mother burst out, "You have! Who were you buying things for?"

"Nunya," I stated.

"Who's Nunya?"

"Non-'ya business," I answer.

Mother took a swipe at me with an open hand but missed. "Smarty pants," she said.

I led her over to the stockings and garter belts. I picked out a pair of black stockings with a Cuban heel and seams up the back. While mother was looking at the package, I picked a garter belt that was lacy and had four straps on each side for a total of eight and brought that over to her.

"Oh my," she said as I handed the garter belt to her. "You're serious about this aren't you."

"Yes ma'am. If you're going to start dressing better, you'd better start dressing better. This is a good start."

"But I can't wear these outside the house. They're too, too... I'd be embarrassed."

"Mother, you're being silly. Women wear these all the time. I saw a woman with seamed stockings while we were at the shoe store. But, if seams are a little too much for you, we can get RTH, reinforced heel and toe stockings." I pulled a pair of those off the rack and gave them to mother.

"Jet Black," she said out loud. "I take it that 'Jet Black' is your favorite color?"

"Yes, yes, it is," I replied.

"Okay, you win. Let's get a pair of tan stockings too and let's get out of here."

I pulled a pair of tan RHT stockings and kept the black RHT and Seamed stockings in Jet Black too. I also grabbed a white garter belt for her brown dress and sun dress. I thought white would be more appropriate with those dresses.

We drove home in virtual silence. Mother was thinking about something very hard. She had a habit of biting her lower lip when she was mulling something over in her head. She was biting her lip now.

We got home, and mother went straight to her room. I heard her close her door and then lock. I guess she wanted to be alone for a while.

I heard the shower running in her bathroom. It was a little early in the day for a shower but then she had been at the mall all afternoon. I know I felt grimy too. When her shower stopped, I went in to my bathroom and took a quick shower too.

I dressed in a tee shirt and my running shorts, which ironically had a sewn in jock strap, so I wasn't wearing any underwear.

I heard mother's door open and the sound of her coming down the hall. 'Clack, clack, clack', the unmistakable sound of high heels on wood floors.

Mother came into the living room wearing her brown dress with the short jacket. I surveyed the sight. Hair was impeccably coiffured, her makeup was perfect, her new dress fit her well, coming down to her knees and then the tan stockings and brown heels.

"Oh man mom, you look smokin' hot great!" I yelled.

"Thank you honey. It's all for you. I wouldn't have gone to the mall to buy these dresses if you had not encouraged me to do so. I love these clothes." She came over to my chair and bent down to my ear, "I even love these stockings and the garter belt. They fit perfectly and feel so yummy."

"I'm glad you like them," I said. "Now, go put on the sun dress with those stockings and shoes."

"Getting bossy in your old age?"

"Yes ma'am, now git!"

I had to adjust my 'package'. I couldn't believe that I was getting hard over my mother. I caught myself rubbing my dick while making my adjustments. 'Stop it John' I told myself.

I heard mother coming down the hall again and a spring vision stepped into the living room. Mother had on her summer dress with the tan stockings.

"Mom, I can't believe how beautiful you are!"

"Why can't you believe it?"

"I'm sorry" I laughed, "I can believe it. I didn't mean anything by it other than I think you are beautiful. The prettiest mom in town."

"Thank you, sweetie. Do you really like this?" she said as she turned all the way around, twirling her skirt.

"Oh, my yes mother," I sighed.

"You're sweet," she said, "I'll go change and be right back."

I sat down in the chair and had to push my dick down between my legs to keep it from tenting my shorts. I closed my eyes and rubbed my dick through my shorts. I wanted to pull it out and rub it so much. I mean, how long will it take mom to change? I figured that I had ten minutes. That would be enough time. I lifted my shorts leg and pulled my dick through the opening. Oh, it felt so good to rub it properly. I imagined mother in her stockings and high heels. Damn it felt good, I couldn't believe that I had gotten hard just by looking at my mother and now, my dick was hard as a rock and it felt so good to slide my hand up and down my shaft.

"Do you need some help with that?" Mother's voice resounded in my head.

I froze, almost afraid to open my eyes but I did. Mother was standing in front of me wearing her black dress with black stockings, holding her black high heels. I closed my eyes, hoping that she really wasn't there. I opened my eyes again and mother had moved to within a foot of me. She dropped her shoes and put one of her legs between my legs. I spread mine apart to make room for her leg.

"Pull your shorts off" she said, and I did as she commanded, tossing them to the side.

"Do you like these black stockings?"

I swallowed hard and said, "Yes".

"Well you picked them out, so I thought you might like them more than I did and evidently, I was right."

She moved forward, spreading my legs further. She reached down and placed my dick between her stocking clad legs and started moving her legs, gently rubbing my dick. I reached up to touch her legs and she said, "Keep your hands by your side!" She sounded harsh, commanding. I didn't dare refuse her command. My dick kept getting harder. I was in seventh heaven. Her stockings were non-stretch, 10 denier nylons. They were so slick, so soft, so smooth, I couldn't believe how good they felt rubbing against my dick.

"Mother," I said weakly.

"Are you getting ready to cum?"

"Yes," I said through gritted teeth.

She stepped back and took my dick in her hand and rubbed it feverously. I was ready to blow. Mother pushed my dick up against my tee shirt, just as I climaxed and shot cum all over my own tee shirt. Goo was running down the front of my shirt and I looked up at her.


"What it is sweetheart?"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome" she said as she stepped back. "Take your tee shirt off and put it over with your shorts.

I did as she said and took my tee shirt off, folding cum up in it so it wouldn't get on anything else. I was totally naked.

"Get down on the floor and put my shoes on me."

I eagerly did as she asked, taking the shoes from her hand and slipping them on her stocking feet.

"I like the shoes you bought me," she said, "Lick them."

I lowered my face to her shoes and licked the toe of her shoes, then I licked her stockings on top of her foot, then her ankles, working my way around her ankles to the back and gasp as I saw that she was wearing the seamed stockings. My lips worked up the back of her legs to the back of her knees.

I was wanting to go further but mother stepped away. I was disappointed.

Mother said, "How do you like my dress?"

I swallowed again before answering, "Mother, you are so beautiful, so sexy. Please mother may I lick your legs? I will do anything you ask. Anything," I pleaded.

"Humm," she said, "Anything?"

"Yes, mother anything you ask, I'll do," I said while on my knees.

"Okay, get up and help me with this zipper."

My heart fluttered. My dick twitched and sprang to life. I jumped up and quickly unzipped her dress. My mind went blank. Mother was not wearing a bra. She stepped out of the dress and gently laid it across the arm of the sofa. I almost fainted. There stood my formerly mousy brown-haired, plain Jane mother, dressed in her black garter belt, black seamed stockings and the black 'fuck me' high heels I had bought. She had no panties on! My dick was standing out like a flag pole. Mother sat down on the sofa and spread her legs, exposing her pussy which I now realized was shaved to a thin strip right above her clitoris.

"Eat me," she commanded. I didn't hesitate a second to drop down between her legs and licked her pussy. I found her hooded clitoris and licked it. I felt mother shutter, but she didn't say anything. I put my lips over her clitoris and twirled my tongue around her clit. She grabbed my head and pushed me down hard. I sucked that little fella' and licked it, showering it with kisses.

My hands were busy fondling her stocking clad legs. My fingers followed the seams of her stockings up her legs as far as I could. Up and down I fondled them. I raised her legs up and placed them on my shoulders. I continued to lick her pussy and now was finger fucking her. She was getting wetter and wetter. I couldn't believe that I was doing this to my mother or that she was allowing me to finger fuck her pusssy.

I licked as far as I could inside her pussy. I must have hit a spot she liked because she pushed forward, arched her back and sprayed juices into my mouth and across my face.

"Baby, you did momma so good," she said, "I think you need a reward. Come with me."

Mother led me into her bedroom.

"I want to feel this thing," as she fondled my dick, "inside of me."

I couldn't believe my ears. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't move.

"Oh mother." I managed to say as tears came to my eyes. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do just that. Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes baby, I want you inside of me. Come fuck momma." She moved up onto the bed and encouraged me to come up on the bed with her.

"Come on baby, it'll be okay. Cum in momma. I want to feel your hot spunk inside of me."

I got between her legs. I was like a moth drawn to the light, her pussy was irresistable. The head of my dick was brushing against her pussy. She raised her legs, placing them around my waist, with her heels digging into my ass and pulled me forward, ramming my dick into her pussy. I couldn't believe how hot she was, how perfectly my dick fit inside of her.

She moaned, "Fuck momma, okay?"

I started moving back and forth, slow stroking her pussy, pushing in and out. Mother kept her legs rapped around me and moved them in concert with my thrust into her pussy. This had to be what heaven would be like.

"Kiss momma," she cooed.

I leaned over and lightly kissed her lips.

"Harder," she said.

I kissed her passionately. Our tongues danced the dance of love as we kissed.

Mother broke our kissing and yelled, "Oh God!" I felt her body shake and again I felt her hot fluids spraying again, saturating my legs. I couldn't believe how wet she was. My dick was squishing as I fucked her. My dick was as hard as it had ever been in my life.

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