Unaware Upskirt.pdf

It was a lazy Sunday morning and 16-year-old Liam was sprawled out naked on the living room floor, idly flipping through channels. His parents had gone out grocery shopping for the day, leaving him alone to his own devices.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Liam set the remote aside. His mind drifted to naughty places as he slowly trailed a hand down his body. Before long, he was fully engrossed in some solo fun, his breathing growing heavier.

Lost in his teenage lust, Liam didn't hear the key turn in the lock. The front door creaked open and his mother Lily stepped inside, grocery bags in hand. "Liam, honey, I'm home!" she called out cheerfully.

Startled, the boy scrambled to cover his nakedness. In his haste, he lost his balance and tumbled onto his side. His fingers splayed out...right into his mother's path. Lily, still engrossed in hanging up her coat, failed to notice the prone figure on the floor. She took a step into the room - and let out a startled yelp as her high heel sank down onto something soft.

Glancing down, Lily's eyes widened at the sight of her son's hand under her foot. "LIAM! What on earth?!" She hastened to step back, her skirt fluttering up around her hips for a brief, tantalizing moment.

Liam's eyes bulged as he caught an eyeful up his mother's skirt - long honey thighs, skimpy red panties, and...was that a garter belt?! His father's voice echoed in his head - Lady killers, those. Gets your mother every time.

"Holy shit, sorry Mom!" Liam yanked his hand back and rolled to his feet in one awkward motion, fumbling to cover his exposed goods. His face burned crimson.

Lily quickly smoothed down her skirt, trying to collect herself. "Liam, young man! What was that? And why are you...laid out in the altogether for the whole world to see?"

"I...I was just..." The boy stammered, at a total loss. His mind was still reeling from that glimpse up her skirt. He'd never seen his mother as a sexual being before. It was weird but...intriguing.

Lily crossed her arms, fixing her son with a stern look. But there was a twinkle in her eye. "You're lucky I'm not your father. He'd tan your hide for sure."

She took a step forward, her high heels clicking on the hardwood. "Now, are you going to explain what you were up to? I'm pretty sure that wasn't a tickle fight with yourself."

Liam gulped, feeling faintly foolish in his nudity. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from his mother's crossed legs, her skirt riding up just a hint. "Mom... I... I didn't hear you come in. I was j-just..."

"Ah." Lily's eyebrow quirked knowingly. "Experimenting? It's a natural part of growing up, son. But next time, lock the door."

She smiled then and draped an arm around Liam's bare shoulders, pulling him into a side hug. He could smell her vanilla perfume. "Just keep it in your room next time, okay? No need for your mother to get an eyeful!" Her eyes sparkled.

Liam nodded dumbly, his brain still short-circuiting. His mother was so...curvy. Voluptuous. Sexy. That one glimpse had ignited something in him. And now she was standing here, her body warm against his skin...

"Alright, Mom," he said at last, finding his voice. "It won't happen again."

"Oh, I'm sure it will," Lily said with a wink. "When you see the laundry I did before I left, you'll understand why. A growing boy needs clean socks!"

She released him then and sashayed off towards the kitchen, her round hips swaying. Liam let out a shaky exhale and slumped back to the floor, his head spinning. Some things would never be the same.