I’ll Hold The Ladder

Fbailey story number 590


I’ll Hold The Ladder


Mom wanted to put up the Christmas lights around the roof before Thanksgiving like we did when Dad was still alive. We had hardly had any cold weather let alone snow. Mom asked me to do it but I reminded her that I was slightly afraid of heights. She laughed.

I told her, “I’ll hold the ladder.”

She had me help her get several boxes out of the attic. They were full of strings of outdoor lights. There was more than enough to go around the entire roof, all of the windows and all of the doors, and the front porch too. There were hooks already in place, thanks to years of Dad putting them up.

I helped Mom carry the ladder from the garage to the front corner of the house where Dad always started. We stood it up and pulled on the rope to extend it right up underneath the eve. Mom took one end of the lights and started climbing up the ladder. She was not really that thrilled about heights either. She held on tight and she wouldn’t look down. However, I certainly looked up.

Mom had on a short skirt, which was perfectly normal for her. The hemline came up to my nose, then she climbed up another rung and I could almost see her panties. One more rung was all it took for me to look right up at her panty-covered ass. I had looked in Mom’s drawer before and I had seen those white silky panties with the blue polka dots on them. I had even held then up to my nose and smelled of them on the day after Mom had worn them. Now I was looking right at them as her ass twitched with each and ever step that she took. My cock was rock hard.

Mom went up and down that ladder a couple of hundred times going just a couple of feet to the side every time. It took us hours to get the edge of the roof done. Mom said that the rest could wait until the next day because she was exhausted from climbing the ladder.

I slipped into her bedroom when I heard the shower running. I just had to smell of those wonderful panties while they were still fresh. I had never done that before but I was certainly glad that I did. The aroma was unmistakable, it was pure Mom, and I jerked off smelling of them. When I started to shoot out cum I used Mom’s panties to catch the load. I had done that before and gotten away with it.

However, this time I got caught. After Mom had dressed and come downstairs to watch some television she asked, “Does that cum in my panties belong to you?”

I knew that I had been caught so I told her the truth.

Mom asked me what had brought it on and I told her, “Mom I was looking up your skirt all day and those white panties with blue polka dots drove me crazy.