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usual, as we did the previous days.
    I entered the candle-lit room again where my
mom was lying on her side of the bed, on her left as usual. I
thought she did that to spare me embarrassment while I undressed
myself. I did not think that there could be any other reason.
    I took off my clothes leaving only my dark
blue boxer shorts which fitted close to my body. I lay down. It was
very humid, so I did not cover my body with anything. Then I sensed
the bed trembling slightly. It came from mom’s side of bed. I
looked over there thinking that she wept again. I saw the black
satin nightgown again, only this time it was lifted up almost above
the hips. It was so lifted up that I could clearly see the lace of
her black undies. Candle light gave them a special shine
highlighting the roundness of her behind protruding towards my side
of the bed. She was breathtaking.
    At first I thought my eyes would pop out
because of the effort I made trying to see through dim candle light
the curly pattern on the edges of mom’s underwear disappearing in
the gap between her buttocks. For a moment, I forgot about the
misfortune that struck upon us.
    Then I winced. I was ashamed of myself. I
looked away trying to forget what I saw. I felt remorse. But it was
not easy to forget what I saw. Looking at the restless flame
silhouettes dancing on the walls, I had only one thing on my mind.
It was the lace of my mom’s black underwear and the area of her
body where the lace was hidden slightly. I was ashamed, but I could
not resist such strong sensations that pierced my body so strongly
that my dick became hard, and in my stomach I felt never-before
experienced restlessness. The sensation was so strong that I had to
retreat myself and look back at the old direction. I consoled
myself that it was not horrible to have such instinct, because only
I knew about it. It was only my secret. Mine and God’s.
    I saw that lace again. It got stuck in my
brain. I knew every detail of it so accurately that I could draw
it. It curved from mom’s hips stretching across her buttocks
embracing them almost completely and disappearing at the place that
was a mystery to me, because until then I had not had an
opportunity of seeing closely female intimate body parts.
    The upper hem of her undies was laced, too,
but somehow it was less interesting than the lower one around the
legs stretched across you know what.
    I stared at it for some time, again sensing
light vibrations being transferred through the mattress. I started
panicking, because I concluded that mom was not asleep. It was
obvious that she cried. I turned around quickly fearing that she
could notice me looking at her. I could not fall asleep for a long
time having an image of my mom’s butt on my mind...
    In the morning, after the sweetest dream
until then, when I woke up I saw daylight. The first image that
came to my mind was the image of my mom’s butt. I thought it
started haunting me. I looked down on my morning-erected dick and
noticed a big white stain on the dark fabric of my boxer shorts. I
was very ashamed and concerned that mom had already seen it, since
I slept without covers, like she did. Anyway, I had to get up
because the time for going to a volleyball practice approached.
    My face was red with shame. I entered the
dining room where mom had already served breakfast and kindly
replied to my “good morning”, adding: “Did you sleep well, son?
Have you been thinking about our yesterday’s conversation? Come on,
hurry up! You don’t want to be late for your practice.” She looked
at me with a strange shine in her eyes.
    She finished her breakfast before I did and
went to the sink to wash the dishes dirty from last night’s dinner.
Her back was facing me. I was able to stare at her freely
forgetting the volleyball practice and breakfast.
    She was in black completely. She wore clogs
and stockings, black above-the-knee pencil skirt, black
close-fitting short-sleeved blouse. The blouse followed