Family Reunion for Mom’s Birthday

Last year we, Gary, Tony, and I all went home to mom and dads place for moms 50th birthday. With dads retirement money they lived in a large tri-level house. The house has a three car garage and an enclosed court yard with a detached guest house. Really the guest house is private and more like a motel room with a kitchenette.

I was first to arrive so I got to stay in the guest house, moms rule is first to arrive gets the prime choice. It was a long drive out so I decided to take a long hot relaxing shower before the boys arrived. I got the key from mom strolled down to the guest house. As if I had never been there I took in the amenities laid out around the room. There was wet bar with a mini refrigerator stocked with snacks and drinks, a flat panel 65” TV mounted to the wall, a desk and table with a variety of chairs and then there was the queen size bed. I was like a kid in a candy shop. I set my bag in one of the chairs and cracked the shades and window then leaned back on the bed for a moment to take in the fresh clean air sneaking in through the open window.

The best part of the room is of course the bed, as I mentioned it was queen size. The head and foot boards were made of slats similar to that you would see in a western movie but copper in tone. Then there was the canopy, it was sheer and a beige with a pink print starting from the middle of the bed and draping over the four corners. The ends of the canopy were tied with a decorative rope mimicking a lasso. Mom had this strange appeal to western and goddess decor and often mixed the ensemble. Surprisingly, as strange as it sounds, the two clashing together actually works quite well in an appealing erotic way.

Without thinking my hand pushed my shirt up just under my breasts and began lightly stroking my belly. It was great to take a moment and not have a worry on my mind. Just about then I heard Gary’s bike coming up the road so I got up and began my before shower ritual. Got a change of clothes out of my bag and laid them neatly over the back of the chair at the desk and locked the door for privacy. Took the extra large towel out of the closet and placed it on the counter next to the sink in the bathroom. I saw a glance of myself in the mirror, something I hadn’t done lately, and stopped to examine the image of my body.

I noticed that I am as petite as ever. My hair was pulled back and I took off the claw to let my silky brown hair fall onto and below my shoulders. The snug black trimmed white corset top with black laces laced up the front hugged my full B cup breasts pushing them together giving off a stronger cleavage. I love corset tops and have a variety as I do not need to mess with a bra and they hug my curves perfectly. My black mid-thigh skirt flowed freely in the breeze almost high enough to display my half bare snatch. The sight of my own body standing there looking like a horny school girl in the mirror turned me on and I was getting hornier by the minute.

Finally, I turned on the water to a semi hot temperature to let the steam build as I took my clothes off. First the skirt pulled the zipper down on the side and let it drop to the floor. Next I pulled down my sheer white thong. Then I reached up lifting my hair high above my head and letting if fall back onto my shoulders then reached between my breasts and began to unlace my top. I slid my fingers in between the corset and the soft skin of my breasts teasing my nipples. Finally the corset is open barely displaying my belly and chest. I shrugged my shoulders and let the corset fall to the floor.