I started looking up mothers skirt when I was 10 years old.was lying in front of the fire reading when she came in to set the fire.I moved back out of the way and as he started to the fire,I noticed her heels with the fashioned stockings and the line up under her skirt and I just knew I had to see what was up there.I moved forward and put my head under her skirt and there started an amazing time in my life.I lay on my back and savoured the sight of brown stockings,suspenders and silk knickers.I took every chance from then on to look up her skirt until one day she was hanging curtains and was standing on a chair with the other leg on the wndow sill.She said to hold the chair steady and it was too good a chance to miss.I was right up under her skirt and her knickers were loose on her legs allowing a sight of her dark brown pubic hair.I couldn’t help but move closer up her skirt till I could smell het perfume and musk smell of her c***,It was heaven, I can still smell it to this day.Move forward to when I was in my 50s and mother in her 70s,a widow and still a little plump,but still wearing stockings etc,managed to persuade her to let me look up her skirt again like old times but then I took her hand and walked through to her bedroom and told her I had something to show her that I’d always wanted to do.I slowly dropped my trousers and pulled out my hard throbbing c***.She just stood looking at it until I took her hand and placed it on my c***,she wrapped her hand round the shaft and squeezed it then slowly started to jerk me off.One thing led to another and after freeing her t*** and pulling done her knickers I had the heavenly feeling of slipping into her c***…hot and tight…what a ride.