Now at eighteen mom would call me only to get her clothes to the bathroom, she won’t call me to scrub her back anymore.But now I desperately miss it... Anyhow secretively I have become a great lover of my mom. I don’t miss a single chance to look at her and consume her beauty. Of course she was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. The girls of my age are no where in front of her beauty. She is fair, short at 5’3″, very shapely, has got a large belly button which is always visible. Have I mentioned she wore glasses? Nerdy, dorky...and not hipster style intentional nerdy glasses, but your mom's ugly glasses. I think her eyesight was really bad because she never took them off. Her looking up over the horizon of those gargantuan titties (I have no idea what her cup size and since I promised a 100% true story I won't make up some bullshit cup size to make it sound better) with those glasses on was somehow hot as fuck. she gently pushed me back and went back to work with. But I admit to enjoying the lovely, lovely aspect of this loving intimacy.EllenAn immediate image of my mother in the beautiful negligee, with little bows tying the front and lace everywhere appeared in my mind's eye. You could see through it but there was so much material that it was not completely see-through. It made her body beautiful and exotic as if she stood in a wispy cloud. I always loved seeing her in it. And I recall that very night. I recall that she had blue panties on but no bra.. As usual I was working the six-'til-midnight shift at the gas stationon Highway 5, a dozen or so miles outside the town of Baxter. Theseweren't hours that allowed for much of a social life, but then itwasn't as if I could really afford much of a one anyway - I worked in agas station, remember. On the plus side, the work was undemanding andthose hours allowed me to fit in a lot of reading when I wasn't dealingwith customers. I first encountered *him* one evening in early summer.And after that.