Then one catalog caught his eye. Victoria's Secret, he smiled, walking into the house. When had his mother started getting Victoria's Secret catalogs he wondered as he tossed the rest of the catalogs on the kitchen table?

It was rather appropriate, though, he had to admit. After all, his mother's name was Victoria and she was a real knockout with a body that wouldn't quit. But what was her secret, he laughed to himself, flipping open the catalogue and drooling over the beautiful models in their skimpy undies.

Then, as he admired the statuesque build of one particular model, it dawned on him. If his mother got the catalog, she must wear some of the things he was looking at. But his mother? It surprised him. He had just never thought of his mother as being sexual. Yeah, she was a real looker, but she was just Mom. Suddenly, he felt guilty as he leafed through the rest of the catalog. It was almost like he was sneaking a look into his mother's chest of drawers and looking at her most personal of personals.

Then, out of nowhere another weird thought flashed through his mind. Why not? Why not go look through his mother's chest of drawers and see what kind of underwear she actually wore. Did she really wear the naughty, little things depicted on the pages of Victoria's Secret?

Then another strange thing happened. He felt himself getting hard. God, he was getting hard just thinking about looking through his mother's drawers or was it the women in the catalog. Or Both. He couldn't believe it.

Why would he get a hard on thinking about his mother's underwear? Well, she was pretty, now that he thought about it. In fact, she was just about the prettiest woman in the neighborhood. But, he still couldn't picture her in some of the scanty things he saw in the Victoria Secret catalog.

But he wanted to find out. Folding the catalog up in a roll, he tripped over the stairs and ran up them.

Damn, he thought to himself, I don't think I've ever been this fucking hard.

He was so hard, his cock was hurting in the tight confines of his constricting pants. Reaching down to his pants as he lurched along toward her bedroom, he unzipped his pants and flopped his big, hard cock out into the open. As it bounced up and down in front of him, he was afraid to touch it again or it might go off before he even got into his mother's bedroom.

At the door, he pushed it open and stepped into his mother's room. Another rush of excitement shot through his cock as he looked around. He had been in her room a million times, but now, for some weird reason, it all seemed different. Now he could see the feminine touch to all the ruffles and frills. The soft pastel colors. Everything screamed out to him, I AM WOMAN!

He didn't know why he hadn't seen it before. Maybe he had just taken it for granted that his mother had wanted to change the décor of her room after his father had left her. But the change, now evident to him was much more than that. She had erased all evidence of his father in the room and replaced it with soft, womanly things.

How could he have been so blind, he wondered as he crept over to her chest of drawers. There staring back at him were several pictures of himself. His mother kept a picture of him on top of the chest. One of the pictures was a picture of him when he was around one or two, sitting on a blanket bare-assed naked. It had always embarrassed him when he saw the picture, but now it brought another perverted thought into his demented psyche. Maybe he ought to take a picture of himself now, showing off his maleness and how much he had grown up. Then he could sneak in and replace the old picture with the new one.

What would she do, he wondered, slowly pulling open the top drawer?

Just the thought of such a thing made his cock jump and bounce with excitement.

Looking down into the drawer, he was disappointed to find nothing out of the ordinary. It was filled with the blouses and skirts that she wore every day. Pushing that drawer closed, he opened the next one and found it filled with the same. Each drawer that he opened revealed no surprises until the bottom drawer was all that was left.

Frustrated by his lack of discovery, he slowly pulled it open. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he knew that he had found the mother lode. The drawer was filled with sheer, wispy underclothing of every type imaginable.

His cock lurched again as he dramatically reached down and ran his fingers over the soft, silky material. He felt like he was going to pass out as he ran his fingers over them. Slowly, hardly able to breathe, he selected one silken flimsy and pulled it up away from the others. As the sheer, lace-adorned panties unraveled in his hand, his heart began to pound franticly. ......(cont)