Mom and Me Shopping

A few weeks after the night time encounter with my mother in her bed, I was standing in our bathroom shaving in just a pair of clean, white Fruit of the Loom briefs. My mother came in from her bedroom where she had been dressing. She was wearing her bra, a skirt, pantyhose, and panties. She looked pretty good to me and my eyes wandered to her breasts that filled the lacy white bra so well. I immediately felt my morning wood coming back as I glanced to the side and then at her in the mirror as she stood behind me. Is my hair ok? she asked, running her hands through it, and I have to pee. Is that OK or do you want to leave. But you have all that shaving cream on your face, just stay. OK, I replied. She bunched her skirt up around her waist, shoved the panties and hose down to her knees, and sat on the toilet. I heard her and it was strangely arousing to be there in such an intimate moment. The wood in my briefs was slowly growing. I hate the way those look. They are either little boy or old man underwear, she commented to me. I wondered at first what in the world she was talking about. When I take you shopping for school clothes this year, lets throw all those out and Ill pick out some manly underwear for you. OK? When are we going? I asked. She suggested we go on Saturday and I agree. I liked shopping with her because new things didn't come my way all that often and when she did have money, she was pretty generous. I wondered what she meant by manly underwear. This was the era when your father wore old fashioned boxers with the fly that always hung open and revealed his junk. This was also the era when Speedos that were miniscule and sexier briefs for men were popular with the in crowd. I sure hoped against boxers. Saturday came and we headed to the mall that had opened only a few years before. My mother was always a J.C. Penny woman and we headed there first. She told me we could afford a couple pairs of new jeans since mine were getting threadbare in spots, a pair of dress pants, and some underwear. We found jeans first because that was easy. Levis 501s with button fly. I tried on a pair for her to look at and she had me spin around in front of that three sided mirror for her. Mom said, Those are so tight I can almost tell you are circumcised. I blushed. But they do show off your butt. Tight jeans look good on your body. I blushed again because the saleswoman that helped us overheard. After trying on all the pants, mom dragged me over to the men's underwear section. I could tell she wasn't pleased with something so I asked if it was fine. Lets go check out. There's only the same old thing here, Mom complained. We left Penny's and went to couple of the men's clothing stores. The first two didn't sell underwear but the third had what she had in mind. She picked out three types and told me we were going to try them on. I thought, who is we? But then she led me to the dressing room and told me to try each one on and let her see them. I told her that they don't really let you try on underwear and besides I didn't want to parade around in them. She shushed me and insisted she wanted to see if they fit better than the old saggy ones. So, I went in and took off all my clothes and put on the first pair, a string bikini that really hugged my penis and balls tight. I was looking at myself and starting to get horny because of the situation. Even showing off just to my mother sounded kind of sexy to me right then. I opened the door and my mother looked and then stepped in. She looked right at my crotch where my penis was starting to show more than usual. Now I can really tell you are circumcised. But these do justice to your groin like they should. Your girlfriend will like them. Now turn around. I want to see how they look on your butt. So, I turned around and mom approved, They hug your buns very nice, they make your butt look cute. Try on the next kind. Having my mother say my butt was cute made me hornier. I stripped off the string bikini and was opening the next package. I saw my enlarging penis in the mirror and I just couldn't not stroke it a few times. From outside, my mother said, So, what about the next pair? You're not standing in there naked are you? Not playing with yourself I hope? I felt so embarrassed and hoped no one else heard. I quickly slipped the low rise bikini briefs on and barely tucked my mostly stiff cock inside. I opened the door. She looked at me and stepped closer, eying my package. I'm glad you are enjoying this, she said, and I certainly am. You look just about edible in those. Take them off and give them to me. Ill check out while you finish. Finish what? I asked. I thought she was talking about trying on something else. Finish what you were doing. I could see you through the crack of the door. She fished around in her purse and pulled out one of those little packages of tissues. Clean up with these and dont leave them behind. People dont want to find that. I found her sitting with the bags of clothes by the womens lingerie. She looked at my crotch, I'm glad you are relaxed now. We don't want to scare off the sales girls. Now lets look at some things for me.