Mother Knows Best!_(0)

God! I can remember it so clearly, even now at this distance in time. I was 16 years old and was home from school early. I let myself in to the house and ran almost silently up the stairs to my room to change. My Father was of course at work and if I thought about it at all, which I didn’t, I would have assumed that my Mother was out. She wasn’t.
At 16 I was very naïve; teenagers were in the early sixties. It wasn’t until the late sixties with flower power, psychedelia, pot, acid and such things that we all grew up rather rapidly. My sexual experience at this time was limited to the magazines I kept hidden under my mattress and a very active right wrist!
It was July and very warm and I rushed into my room and tore my school clothes off and was on my way to the bathroom for a shower. Let me explain the layout of the house. The stairs came up to a long landing at the end of which was my parents’ room with the door across the end of the landing. My room was half way down the landing with the door straight off the landing and the bathroom door was opposite my door. Other rooms were further down the landing. When I’d bounded up the stairs I’d passed my parents’ door to my left as I’d turned right at the top to go to my room. OK?
As I came out of my room with my towel over my shoulder, I realised that my parents’ bedroom door was open and more than that my mother was standing in front of the long wall mirror with her back to the corridor! She was wearing a black suspender belt, black stockings and black satin lace fronted knickers. Nothing else. I froze. I’d never seen a naked woman before. I was an only child; no sisters and it was rare for my girlfriend to let me touch her breasts outside her clothes let alone show me any bare flesh.