But this particular Saturday morning, it was something all new she tried to wake me up. And, boy, did I wake up...
"Come on, sleepyhead, rise and shine!" My mother said with her sexy accent, busting into my bedroom and flinging open the curtains to let sunshine cascade down across my bed.
And into my eyes of course. I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut, turning away from the light, burrowing deeper under the covers.
"Leave me alone," I whined in a voice that sounded so unlike my own. "I had a late night..."
"I don't care," Mom responded in a playful voice. "It's time to get up!"
"Nothing you can say or do can get me out of this bed," I informed mom.
"Nothing?"
"Nothing," I repeated.
"Well then, how about THIS?"
As tired as I was, I was also curious, because she didn't seem to actually be doing anything, so I rolled on my back to see what mom was up to.
She wore a halter top and short denim skirt. Mom still had the girly figure to get away with an outfit like that, unlike many moms in their late forties.
With a mischievous grin, mom grabbed the bottom of her top along with her bra, and yanked them both up, flashing her large, firm tits at me!
My eyes went wide, and my cock got hard, REALLY fast!
I don't know what came over me. It was bad enough my erection was tenting the sheet [I always sleep naked and mom knows I sleep naked, she's never tried to tear the covers off of me], but I wrapped my hand around my cock and started jacking it under the cover, clearly obvious to mom.