The Wardrobe

Josh tiptoed across the room, listening intently for any sounds that might suggest someone was coming upstairs.

As he approached the wardrobe his excitement overtook his nerves and he threw both doors open.

A small light in the top of the wardrobe turned on automatically as he opened the doors, basking the clothes hanging in front of him in a soft, yellow (almost heavenly) glow.

The top half of the wardrobe contained a small rail with shelves either side. His mothers blouses and dresses hung elegantly from the rails as he swept a hand over them. He could make out some of her favourites that she wore regularly as well as some that he'd never seen before. As he perused he became shocked at how provocative some of the outfites looked, even on a hanger. He noticed some were very low cut and the skirts seemed incredibly shorty he even found some tight PVC numbers. He never knew his mom owned clothes like this and picturing her large chest and round ass filling them was quickly getting him aroused.

Taking his mind off these thoughts for a moment he started to examine the shelves, each one contained a pair of shoes. His mother had always had a taste for shoes so he wasn't surpised to find a wide selection of styles and colours.

The bottom half of the wardrobe was a mix of shelves and drawers. The shelves seemed to be where she kept her jumpers and t-shirts neatly folded and arranged in a way that made them easy to browse through.

Opening the drawers he found a selection of jeans, shorts, workout wear and skirts.