Prologue
This is a story about a special relationship. A mother-son relationship and a special summer they shared together. A summer of sexual awakening. I am going to spoil it right now, they don’t have intercourse. I think you will enjoy this tale anyway. This story is a an account of my own real life experiences, fantasies, and artistic embellishments.
Mom and Dad never gave me "the talk.” I mean it happened, but in a very awkward, uninformative, and useless way. They never told me the mechanics or the biology of it all, it was more of a condoms good, babies bad thing. Not that I understood. None of it had made any sense. I never really received a lesson on what happened when people had sex. Nor anything about the powerful emotions and feelings. Mom and Dad raised me very well. I had a top notch private education. I could speak Latin and some French. In 4th grade I was held back a year due to mono, but Mom had taught me her favorite subject, Greek and Roman mythology. I could tell Mom and Dad were just as embarrassed to talk about sex as I was. It makes sense.
I had hit puberty late and instead of facing my changing body and interests, I had suppressed it all for far too long. Mom and Dad were really dropping the ball here. Biting and witty, it was rare to see them so flustered on a subject.
I hadn't understood a word Mom and Dad had said during “the talk”. Our gym coach was supposed to fill us in where the parental units left off at home, but sex Ed week was a laugh. For 3 years straight our small private school had nothing but abstinence only education. The young coaches, in their first years on the job snickered along with the boys in the class. Days that were supposed to focused on fertilization, erections, and hygiene instead ended it with an almost ritualistic yelling of “Keep it in your pants ladies!.” In fact we had watched more VHS recordings of Baywatch than anything informative about sex. I couldn't even keep up with jokes about armless and legless guys ringing doorbells. Now I lay in bed, my sheets sticky from another night of wet dreams. Pamela Anderson bouncing in grainy slow mo, night after night. I had little idea what was happening with my body.
I think my Mom always felt sorry that she and Dad never expressed to me how they felt about sex and what they wanted me to take away from it. Their relationship was strong and they acted like teenagers in love. I imagine my parents had an active and fulfilling sex life. They often arranged sleepovers for me at other kids houses. In the summer, the morning I left for camp, they would mask their excitement, but it was thinly veiled. They were much handsier with each other, kissing longer and winking. My parents were excellent models for a loving relationship. If they wanted me to have meaningful and fulfilling relationships and sex, it's certainly because they set the example. It was here I learned to love my fellow human beings with all my heart. However, and a big however, Mom and Dad trying to explain sex was not up their alley.
I was an only child and Mom had always been a helicopter-mom. It must of stemmed from being the sole baby in their home. Mom raised me with every fiber in her body. She did an excellent job by all standards I could imagine, but instead of sitting me down for the another talk, she was always asking me if I had questions and telling me I could always come to her to talk. I think she decided it was more comfortable for her to express and expose me to sex and sexuality rather than confront it and talk about it. It was this summer in particular that it came to a head. A summer with her I will always cherish.
Mom was a teacher at the nearby public elementary school. She was home all summer every summer. She and I always grew close, all the time we spent together those warm three months each year. This June, I was being a suburban house slug, lounging around on the sofa most days. Dad was away more than usual. I don't know for sure if Mom was lonely or helicopter moming my blooming sexuality, or maybe it was both. By the end of the summer, we both had pushed boundaries we never imagined and built a special bond that can never be taken away.
My Mom is a petite woman. Guys in my class called her a MILF. She was about 5'8" very thin, blonde, with freckles across her nose, chest, and shoulders. She never showed off her figure in public, but almost every day she power walked and did yoga. In fact she almost hid how great she looked under poorly cut mom jeans and goofy floral pattern vests. Even on vacation she wore a homely one piece swimming suit.
Luckily Mom was more relaxed around the house. She wore bikinis and skinny dipped in the pool we had in the backyard. Some weekends she would wander around the house in just white cotton panties and a tee shirt or a sports bra. From a very young age, I was already admiring her perky small tits and tight firm skin. I think most young boys see the woman of the house as the archetype for all women to come. This is especially true for an only child, momma's boy like me.
While I had admired her model like physic, I hadn't thought about her in a sexual way. Had not wanted or yearned for a naughty moment or a more intimate relationship. My Oedipal Syndrome was lying dormant, waiting for a concoction of hormones and the right trigger to set it free.
The whole summer started as a travesty, or atleast I thought the summer had started that way. We had a single desktop computer. It sat in the guest bedroom/study right next to my room. I had internet privileges after dinner. On the rare occasions this overlapped with my parents walking the dog or running to the grocery story I would devour porn. This digital stream of nudity and penetration was the pitiful excuse for my Sex Ed. Like many young men of my generation, I was learning about the most beautiful and fulfilling experience in life through a vial and uncontextualized medium of web based smut. Finally, one night my parents sat me down at the kitchen table because we needed to “talk”. I could tell from the tension in the air this talk was going to be terribly awkward!
It started, “Son, we... well, we were going through the internet history on the computer.” My face must have looked as dejected as Dads. He stammered a bit more before Mom cut him off.
“The porn,” Mom said. “we found the pictures of the girls, naked, and lots of ummm…. skirts.” She sounded puzzled on the word skirts.
The skirts? Oh, they found the blond in the plaid skirts. My cheeks were on fire from blushing. The girl in the pictures had a whole series just wearing a plaid skirt and panites, spreading her legs and rubbing a wet spot on her white cotton undies. I had looked at those images many nights, jerking off furiously at the exciting new world of porn and sex I had discovered.
“I’m sorry, I just” I was lost for words.
“Just don’t do it again.” Dad scolded, “computer viruses and all. And I’m leaving tomorrow, I can't fix the computer from Kansas City.”
He was really mad, it was his stern, I have to be a dad now voice. Mom didn't say anything more. She had a look of worry in her eyes. More importantly she didn't have the angry scowling look she gave me when really mad! And that was that. I avoided them the rest of the evening around the house and went to bed early.
The next day Dad was gone on an early flight while Mom and I both slept in. I rolled out of bed to the sounds of the dishwasher being unloaded. I strolled into the kitchen wearing my boxers from the night before and a tee shirt I had blindly grabbed from a pile of clean-enough clothes. Like most mornings I was at least semi erect. I didn’t have a full raging morning wood, but just enough that a noticeable tent was forming in my crotch. Mom was almost done unloading the dishes and turned around noticing me come in. She was wearing her typical lazy day white cotton panties and this morning a thin white tank top. I could just faintly make out the edges of her pink nipples through the fabric. Her breasts sagged just a little bit, but her wonderful nipples still pointed upwards, eagerly perky at her age.
“Orange juice in the fridge,” she smiled and pointed towards the door with a plate in hand. Her tits swaying, she spun back around and continued to stacks plates and bowls in the cabinet.
“Thanks” I hurriedly opened the door turning away from her as my morning wood grew. I rarely saw so much of Mom, her weekend underwear and shirt combo was usually a heavy, XXL pizza place free giveaway shirt or something much less revealing. This tank top had no sleeves, more of a wife beater, that hung from her shoulders, a bit of side boob visible. It was thin enough, there was hardly anything left to the imagination. It was a tad warm, and maybe a bit humid even. The fabric clung to her skin. I pretended to look for the orange juice and I plotted. How would I get a cup from the cabinet she was loading while not exposing the growing frustration in my underwear. The cool air of the refrigerator felt good through the thin fabric and relaxed me. I thought it might have relieved some of the stiff erection.
I closed the door, holding the carton of juice, and as the door shut my hard on pressed at the flap in my boxers and the head gently popped out. At almost the exact moment my dick became exposed, Mom turned back to me with a glass in hand and I froze. Acting as everything was normal she glanced down and quickly back up to my eyes. A thin smile pursed her lips as she handed me the glass giggling.
“Lets go swimming this morning, k?” She almost giggled again. It was a swallowed restrained sound. Acting as if nothing out of the ordinary happened, she sat the last plate in the cabinet and promptly walked past me, through the living room and into my parents bedroom without another word. I was left standing, frozen in the kitchen.
I quickly returned the head of cock back inside my underwear and with my heart racing, poured a glass of orange juice. Was she giggling at the size? I hoped not, probably just the whole situation. I thought I had a handsome cock, a bit girthy even. The only other girls that had seen it where Mandy Taylor and Bridget Ferguson, at a Halloween party. Someone had snuck a twelve pack of light beer out of their older brothers fridge. Three of the guys from the swim team, me included, maybe tried the beer and with liquid courage showed two of cheerleaders our hard ons on a dare. It didn't make much sense, but they showed us their tits in exchange. This was the closest I had come to the downloaded perversions piped in through the computer.
Now, standing in the kitchen it didn't take much to get hard and I had seemed fairly girthy in comparison to the pornos. In private I measured a humbling six and half inches. I was halfway through the glass when I realized I hadn’t even responded to her.
“Sure, I'm up for a swim,” I hollered across the house. Why? Why did I do that, it was all so awkward. The blood flowing to my crotch must have been depriving my brain. And it hit me, I was thinking about my Mom, normally I thought and felt this way about girls my age, girls like Mandy and Bridget, girls I thought of kissing, girls I imagined from jpegs and video clips online.
“Great, can you look on the patio, is my swim suit out there?” she hollered back. It was pretty common for all of us to take off our swimming suits on the patio instead of dripping water in the house. Sometimes Mom slipped off her suit with a towel wrapped around her, sometimes not. It had never been an issue, being nude as a family. Maybe my sexual awakening had been delayed by the casual nudity I had grown up with. Before, it had never turned me on. But now my cock was hard, and never had I seen Mom look at it, never giggle about it. I strained my memory, trying to recall all the times Mom had been naked on this very patio. Churning the few blood cells I could muster not rushing to my dick, nothing came. Her nude body was just a blur in my minds eye. She had been in the nude many times before, but my thoughts were blurry, like trying to recall a dream. I couldn't even picture her bush. There was hair, but was it thick, trimmed. I could recall one summer, there had been no hair.
I could vividly picture her side boob from the morning, the outline of her tit completely clear in the thin white tank top. My balls groaned and cock tingled. I peeked outside the kitchen window and could see her red and white bikini hanging on a patio chair.
“Yeah, your bikini is out there, want me to grab it.” I eagerly wanted to bring it to her, maybe she was naked and looking for it in her room.
“No thats ok.” She said as she came walking through the doorway. She was completely naked, her hands holding her hair up, tying a ponytail as she walked. Her perky nipples almost pointed up, they were a bit hard. Nicely pointing out. She had a small, trimmed patch of soft pubic hair between her legs. It hide her pussy, I was sure she could tell where my eyes were fixed. Her skin was creamy white. Mom stopped about three feet in front of me. Her legs, shoulder width apart. Closing her eyes, Mom leaned her head back, finishing her hair. In that moment, eyes squinted, I examined her bush. It looked soft and inviting. With her legs spread, I could make out pussy lips, nice and pink, tightly hidden in her furry mound.
“Meet me outside!” She skipped past.
I watched her through the kitchen window, putting on her bikini and then sprinted to my room where my suit was packed still from a swim party the previous weekend. I could hardly get my swollen erection past the waistband. I feebly tucked it upwards, hiding it only slightly. As I walked down the hallway, I problem became apparent. The head of my dick poked out as my hips swayed, tugging at the waist band.
I paused at the back door to the patio. I reached inside the swim trunks and tried to reposition, but anything that did not involving trapping by rock hard dick in the elastic waist resulted in a very apparent and unmistakable tent. If I tucked my raging hog in the waistband, the swollen red head would pop up. If I left it free in my swim trunks, it stuck almost straight out. Any which way I looked at it, she would definitely see I had a boner. I made a spur of the moment call, hoping she wouldn’t see my erection if it was hurdling past her and sprinted outside, cannonballing into the pool. I hit the water with a roar.
Once under the wavy surface, I could let my cock suspend itself however it pleased in my swimming suit. Mom didn’t act out of the ordinary and we paddled around the water for a bit, making small talk about the weather and what not. After a bit, she paddled up close to me, dangling from a foam pool floaty. I was treading water, it felt good to let my boner bounce around.
“Hun, its ok if you are looking at porno.” She seemed relieved like a weight off her shoulders. “I know boys do these things. I don’t understand it, but its ok, its normal.”
I nodded, not sure what to say. She smiled and kept looking me in the eye.
“It’s just some of the stuff you were looking at. Well it isn’t... real. Girls your age aren’t going to probably know what some of that is. I didn’t know people did some of that stuff.” She was awkwardly laughing now. “I guess what I’m saying is, if you have questions its ok. And its perfectly fine if you….” She scooted closer and whispered “masturbate."
“Ok, mom” I kind of rolled my eyes. My cock was still hard and it twitched at her saying the word. I was doggy paddled in place even though I could stand at this spot in the pool. I was nervous she would swim over and hug me. She often liked to hug me and hang on me in the pool. Usually I didn’t have a raging boner when she did that.
“I know that stuff isn’t what sex is probably really like. I don’t even look at the sex stuff, mostly just girls by themselves, and I know they aren’t always real either.” I said nervously.
Her eyes focused attentively on me. My face was flush and nervous. I couldnt bare to make eye contact, yet each time I caught her deep blue soft eyes I was flooded with emotion. Shame, guilt, kindness, warmth, love, lust, it all flowed through me at once and my eyes nervously darted off again.
“Aww, I knew you had a level head,” she said paddling closer. Fuck it, I put my feet on the bottom of the pool and open my arms to catch her. This was the most comfortable sex talk we had had yet. My heart felt like it was going to explode in my chest at the thought of her grazing against the erection still acking in my swim trunks.
“I remember what all those hormones were like.” She said as she grabbed around my neck. She swung her petite frame up against my chest, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her firm butt hovered just inches about my hard on. Her tits were nearly smashed in my face as she swung in, our bodies colliding. She squeeze tight against me. We embraced and looked in each others eyes, both smiling.
“What do you want for lunch” she finally said still hanging on me. “we have leftover pizza, I can make burritos or sandwiches or we could pick up Chinese…” she leaned back, arms around my neck but stretched out, her hair in water. Her legs were still tightly wrapped around me. She closed her eyes still listing ideas for lunch. I stared at her chest. Her pale firm skin crossed with freckles. I wanted to reach out and kiss each and every one of them.
Her tight, inviting crotch pressed firming against my stomach. “That new Greek place, I think there’s lasagnas still in the freezer, grilled cheese and tomato soup.” She pulled herself back up, face to face. We both smiled, then she loosened the grip around my waist and instead of pushing off, like she normally did, her body dragged, grinding down mine. As she slowly slide down her son, Mom’s hips and flat, hidden pussy were still pressed against me. Grinding her crotch down my stomach and landing right on top of the shelf created by my hard cock. She stopped for a moment looking at me. Mom’s eyebrows tensed and she squinted her eyes slightly. A rush of adrenaline washed over me and for a second I thought I might cum right there. Then she wiggled her hips, bucking against me. The mound in her bikini bottoms sliding back and forth across her own sons cock. She bit her bottom lip gingerly, then as quickly as our privates had touch, she let go and splashed away from me. I stood in disbelief.
“Lets have the leftover pizza” she nonchalantly said and started up the steps and out of the pool. “Oh, and we should buy you a laptop this week. You need your own computer. So you don’t get viruses on the family computer you know” She winked. Standing at the top of the steps still talking to me she started to untie her bikini top. “Im going to take a shower. You finish up swimming or whatever, then lunch will be ready by the time you're done showering.” She had the top off and tossed it at a patio chair. Facing me in the pool, she reached down and slide her bottoms off. She stopped for just a second, our eyes locked, then turned and went inside. I waited until I figured she had gone in her room and jumped out. I kicked my swim trunks off and ran naked through the house to my room.
From Mom’s room, I could hear the distinct pitter patter of the shower running. I wanted her to see me running through the house, my swollen member bouncing in front of me, the hard on she had created. But she was in her shower. Once inside my room, I grabbed myself and in less than a dozen strokes I exploded in a powerful orgasm.
The rest of the day was more mundane. We stayed clothed after showering and eating lunch. My mind was a torrent of confused and exciting thoughts, but with blood restored above my shoulders, I didn't pursue or push anything around Mom. She too had calmed down and wore jeans to run errands the rest of the day.
It was a morning that set the tone for the summer. It was bewildering, erotic, terrifying, yet comforting and safe. Mom and I swam a lot that summer. Two days later we went and picked up a laptop. I went from having seen just a few naked women online and only my Moms vagina in real life; to awash with online porn and this rapid sexualization of my own Mother in my mind and before my eyes.
Dad was a bit upset when he got home, the laptop wasn't too expensive for us, but it had been purchased without his input. I don’t know what Mom told him, but the next day he was fine with it and we spent a lot of time talking about games I could get. I really wasn’t interested in games, just the internet connection and all the dirty pictures I could find.
Even with the plethora of new, never before seen naked bodies the laptop provided me, I kept thinking of Mom in her undies and tight top that wonderful morning. Of her naked. Of her seeing my dick slip through the folds of my underwear. I really loved the white panties Mom wore and most nights I stroked my cock until I could find a petite blond in just the right white cotton panties.
Mom returned to her longer and baggier shirts in the morning. I still got to see her naked, we skinny dipped as a family, usually on Saturday after we worked together pulling weeds or some other house work all day and were dirty and grimy. It wasn’t erotic to me being naked as family and after about two weeks of Dad being home my sexual obsession with Mom had faded, but only in the slightest. I even jerked off to some porn with Asians and big tittied teens.
And just when I thought maybe my incestuous Mommy adventure was done and past us, Dad was called away on business. He got the call in the morning and had to be on a red eye that night. It was something urgent with a big contract. He wasn’t sure when he would be back but it would be at least a month, they had a big deadline to meet. I was a little mad, Dad and I had dirtbikes and had a big trip planned to ride out to a ghost town. Still, I understood how important this trip and contract were and asked him to bring me a cool sticker I could zap on my dirtbike fairing. I promised to change the oil like we planned. I think he was looking forward to the motorcycle trip as much or maybe even more than me.
I climbed into the attic to retrieve the big suitcase. Mom hurriedly packed clothes and toiletries. The day was such a whirlwind that by the time the taxi pulled away from the house it was well past dinner time. Mom and I both seemed in a funk. Worn out, hungry, and abandoned. We plopped on the sofa, looking at each other and sharing a sigh. “I know!” Mom exclaimed “lets have breakfast for dinner!”
Breakfast for dinner was kind of a special thing in our family. We did it three or four times a year and Mom would cook mounds of bacon and sausage, scrambled eggs, French toast, hash browns, and prepare a big fruit bowl. For some reason it had a festive feel even though it was just breakfast in the evening. I think it was the way Mom got so excited for it.
“No, no” her eyes twinkled with excitement, one eyebrow mischievously raised, “lets do a pajama party, sleepover, breakfast for dinner, movie marathon blow out!”
Mom was absolutely giddy with herself. She danced and clapped her hand in excitement waiting for my response. I kept a straight face and furrowed my brow as if I was contemplating the idea with serious reservation. I opened my mouth and pointed a finger as if I had a prophetic statement to make, then shook my head and bowed in deep concentration again.
“Come on please” she begged, knowing well I was teasing her.
“Dang it, its just so crazy it might work” I proclaimed.
“Yay! Oh this going to be good. Ok first we need to figure out what movies we are watching, no no no. I need to start cooking. Ok ok, I’ll start in the kitchen, you start looking at movies. I bet we only watch two, but pick three. Oh yes!”
She bounced around like a pinball, before darting into the kitchen and unloading the refrigerator. I opened the cabinet in the living room to look at the DVD’s we had. It was a pretty bland selection. There was stuff I liked but knew she probably wouldn't. Stuff she liked and I wouldn't. And junk we had collected over the years from white elephants and summer road trip museums stops.
“Are we really wearing pajamas?” I asked as I scanned down the stack.
“Heck yeah we are!” Mom barked back as she banged at pans.
“I mean come on, its not a sleep over, we sleep here every night”
“It’ll be fun, come one. We’ll stay up late.” Returning to her innocent school girl pleading and begging voice. She always stuck out her bottom lip when using that voice.
“Ok, fine” I pulled a random movie from the case. Pajamas, I thought, well I guess its those white cotton panties and tee I love so much. What was I going to wear though. I guess just boxers? No I couldn’t do that. I aimlessly grabbed another movie. My mind was completely lost. What was I going to do? I guess I could wear the actually pajamas I owned but never wore. They were itchy and uncomfortable. I grabbed a third movie. Standing there lost in thought I didn’t notice Mom walk up next to me.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah!” I jumped a little “just, uh, wandering, mind wandering, was...wandering”
“Ha, you’ve been off somewhere else a lot lately. You’re not on drugs are you” She squinted in my eyes and leaned in closer. She had on jean shorts and a button up, sleeveless loose yellow top. The first three buttons were undone and as she leaned in her black, lacy bra lifting and tucking her delicate pale and freckled breasts was clearly visible.
“God no!” I exaggeratedly rolled my eyes and tried my hardest not to look down her shirt. She must have thought I really was high the way I avoided looking directly at her. She left the living room and yelled behind her “get changed and put in the first movie.”
“Uh, ok.” Now I was getting nervous. I slowly walked to my bedroom. First, I opened the worn cherry dresser and dug out the itchy pajamas. They were dark green and grey flannel with a haphazard red pinstripe down one arm and in three rings around the opposite leg. They looked like texture of an old scotch bright pad and felt only slightly softer. I put on a comfortable, yet tight pair of black boxer briefs to at least keep my nuts from itching and any possible erection of announcing its presence. After some deliberation and rustling through my drawers in hopes of finding another pair of pajamas I knew didn't exist, I eased into the flannel.
Back in the living room, I looked at the movies I picked finally. A kids cartoon, a blow ‘em up, explosion, action movie, and a 15 year old documentary about steam locomotives. What the fuck! I thought. Just then mom came out of the kitchen already changed and holding a crispy piece of bacon. She danced waving her hips back and forth as she walked towards me.
“Mmmm mmmm give me some, hey hey there good looking whatcha got cookin, hows about cookin something up with me, “ singing as she moved.
Mom was wearing a thin green tee shirt that clung so tight to her chest I could make out her nipples even as they bounced and jiggled with her dance. Her belly button showed just at the bottom of the shirt. She was wearing the thinnest, sexiest white cotton panties I had ever seen. I had no idea she even owned a pair of panties like these. The thighs were cut high and the waist line low They hung very low and the material was so thin I swore I could also make out her bush starting just below the waist band. A few hairs of her trimmed mommy bush were certainly visible just along the crotch seam. I couldn't believe her pussy lips didn't wrap right around the fabric. My jaw nearly fell out of my head.
“What are you wearing? The pajamas your Aunt gave you what two Christmases ago?” She burst out as she chomped on the bacon in her hand. “It’s a sleep over, movie marathon, breakfast for dinner in bed!” She jumped a little, her perky tits bouncing. “Not mandatory vacation at Grandmas in Oklahoma.”
“Well,” I searched for words as she reached down for the movies.
“Really” she held the movies up for me to see. “Really” her head cocked to the side and a stoic flat stare.
“I don’t know” I just shook my head.
“You sleep in your underwear, I know you do. I see you every morning, sometimes half hanging out of your underwear.” She reached right out, grabbing the flannel trousers and ripping them down. She pants'd me!
“What? Hey!” I didn’t even move. I just stood there with my pajama bottoms around my ankles. A growing erection most certainly was becoming a visible bulge now.
“That’s cute, a good look for you.” She stood back admiring her work. “Come on, it must be a million degrees in that thing. Get in your pajamas” she held up air quotations around pajamas, “and lets get this party started”
Mom turned and danced into the kitchen, waving her firm butt as she moved away. Not seeing any other option, I pulled the pajama bottoms off my feet and tore out of the top. I repositioned my boner, the head of my cock just on the precipice of bursting out of the waistband. Mom was loading one plate with breakfast and handed it to me, standing there in just my tight boxer briefs.
“How about that new movie we haven’t watched yet. I think it’s the only one we haven’t watched yet.”
“The space one?” I asked. Mom was talking about a documentary on the Apollo astronauts I had begged for but never even opened. I actually desperately wanted to see it. But maybe I should suggest something with a sex scene? Did we have any movies that suggested incest even? No, my cooler, more northernly head prevailed.
“Yeah sure, that sounds great. That looks amazing.” I grabbed napkins and silverware for us and headed to the living room. Even this was a treat, Dad and I ate in here all the time, but when Mom was home it was forbidden to eat in front of a tv. A combination of hunger, the amazing food, and a completely non sexual movie subsided my growing member in due time. The movie was barely an hour, and now flaccid and unaroused, I stood up in my boxer briefs with no reservation and took the dirty dishes to the dishwasher. Mom stretched out on the couch taking up all three cushions as I loaded the plates and put away the leftovers.
“What should we watch next?” She asked.
“I don’t care, I’m up for anything,” I called back. I prayed there would be a sex scene.
“How about Cinemax?” She asked “I think we have it free all weekend on cable!”
“Uhh, sure.”
“Yes. But you have to sit here with me. I need someone to hug, and cuddle” She dove back on the cushions and padded at the sofa. She sat up making room for me. “Oh and turn off that light too”
I click off the last light in the house and plopped down next to Mom. Just the dull light from the tv filled the room. The movie was already well into the plot. Somebodies kid or coworker or the President had been kidnapped and a guy in mostly black was shooting people and falling in love. I didn't care or remember much of the film. I sat leaned just slightly away from Mom on the arm cushion as she settled in. Mom tossed the remote to the coffee table and grabbed my hand.
“No cuddle up with me? How are you going to watch movies when you get a girlfriend? Here, women like to be cuddled.” She pulled me into her. I cupped her back with my body as we spooned. Mom pulled my hand around her waist. My fingers grazed along the bottom of her shirt feeling her smooth belly button. Her legs were silky against mine. I could feel her panties across her ass against my thighs. Luckily, my dick had fallen in just the right position that it could swell and grow without brushing against her. Mom smelled wonderful. Just the scent of shampoo in her hair and her skin made me aroused.
We lay, spooning, my heart thumping and balls aching. We lay there nearly still. All of a sudden Mom gave a gasp at something on screen. I hadnt been paying a bit of attention to the movie. She pulled my hand cupped in hers to her breast and pushed her butt back right into my crotch. The semi that had been brewing in my loins was instantly a rock hard cock. I dared not breathe. She squeeze my hand into your supple breast and then relaxed. Mom’s ass was still pressed firmly against my dick. She slowly moved our intertwined hands from between her wonderful chest. Bringing our hands down to her thigh. Our bodies were pressed together. I had only dreams of skin so soft and tender as Mom’s.
“Sorry” Mom delicately said. She then rolled forward, but only a tad. My hard on was twitching with sheer ecstasy. We laid there, our bodies against one another. There was no way, Mom was not aware of my throbbing dick pressed into her firm skin and my heart echoing a cacophony. But still, we lay motionless. I dared not move an inch for fear of disrupting this heavenly moment and more important, my stiff dick would have spurted a massive, warm, sticky load all over Mom’s ass at the slightest touch.
After what seemed like an eternity on the edge of an orgasm, my adrenaline and testosterone subside just enough I could move my leg. My hard dick brushing and pressing against Moms ass crack. To my shock she arched her back slightly and very slowly rocked her hips against me. Just like at the pool, she tenderly twisted and gingerly was grinding on her son’s erect penis. At a snails pace she dragged her plump, firm butt cheeks up and down my stiff shaft. When Mom’s butt reached the tip, her back arched, I could feel her warm pussy hidden behind the thin panties. I could almost feel her moistness on my cock. And again, slowly working her hips, Mom slide down my throbbing bulge. She brought me to and held me just at the edge orgasm. Almost as if she knew I was about to explode and make very obvious the not so subtle sexual events unfolding. Then she stopped. Mom pulled away slightly from me. I was terrified I had done something wrong, maybe she realized what was happening just now.
“Mmmm” she finally let out a sound. It was a sound of pleasure and thought. It was a primordial sound of urge, “you know what hun. Im going to show you how to keep a girlfriend when you finally get one.”
It was a jab at my social life, but I had seen enough porn by now to know I was about to get a sloppy deepthroat blowjob or feel Mommy’s dripping wet pink little pussy slide over my aching dick. Like a puppy dog I was eager to take commands.
“Sit up” She said. I obediently sat straight up. My cock trapped in the fabric of my boxer briefs stood perfectly straight up. A tent right in my lap. She rolled on her back looking directly at it.
“Scoot down,” she motion with one foot. “Right there” she commanded me to stop. “Rub my feet.” She sat them down on my lap, just missing my erection and slightly tugging at the fabric.
“All women love foot rubs” she said. Calmly looking back at the tv. Now I was baffled. Maybe I was losing my mind. Surely I had been looking at to much porn. And I was truly getting achy blue balls for the first time in my life. It took all my might to not drain the massive flood of cum building pressure inside of me. I decided my only option was to rub her feet. I picked up her right foot and started kneading the sole. Mom closed her eyes and curled her chin into her shoulder letting out a loud moan. I continued working her feet and she periodically rewarded me with sexy, womanly moan. Her chest swelled and her lips danced on her teeth as I hit new spots. With her eyes closed, I grabbed my hard member and tucked it into a more comfortable position. Mom open her eyes and looked at me. Again I thought I was in trouble, but she smiled and said, “it is so hot, are you hot?”
“Uh,” she had boiled my brain and any semblance of what might be reality and what was a frustrating wet dream about to make a mess of my sheets.
“I am so hot.” She reached down and peeled off the skin tight shirt. Her breasts bounced free. Mom’s nipples were so perky, defying gravity. The slight sag to breasts vanished as she laid back down, putting one arm behind her head and the other drooping off the sofa. She kicked at me to keep rubbing her feet.
For the remainder of the movie she closed her eyes and moaned, posing and looking like a porn star for me. I ignored the movie completely, just watching her, taking her in. Studying every last detail of Mommy’s naked skin. Her eyes would flicker slightly but never open. I absorbed every bit of topless flesh laid out before me. It all ended too fast for me, Mom gently opened her eyes looking at me. We smiled at each other. The movie rolled to credits. She pulled her feet up. Yawning. She sat up next to me. Both of us bare chested, just tight undies barely covering our sex.
“That was nice, I nearly fell asleep.” She nudged me with her shoulder, her beautiful breasts swaying. “While Dad is out of town. Lets leave the bedroom doors open ok?” I didn’t know what this meant. The whole night had been sensory overload.
“It would just make me feel more comfortable. Your room is at the front of the house, and I don’t know. Just turn off the tv when you head to your bedroom” Nothing else had played out like a porno and she was clearly wasn’t inviting me to her bed. I was terribly confused with her sitting there half naked and my testicles swollen and sore with cum. Mom stood up, the tv screen casting a soft light across her body.
“Well it doesn’t look like you are quite ready to go to sleep.” Putting emphasis on the quite. Was she referring to the hard on she had been teasing all night?
“You can watch tv or whatever you want, just turn the volume way down. Gosh its hot.” Mom fanned herself, still standing there.
“Uh ok, I’ll probably just go to bed or read some email or something.” I had been ‘reading a lot of email’ in the evenings. I was eager to open my milf porn again and let the raging torrent of cum built up inside me spill out.
“Yes, email” Mom said slyly. She had figured out, or more likely known all along it was my lame excuse for jerking off. The tv we had been ignoring startled us and broke our tense sexual stare with a woman’s gasp and the sound of slapping wet flesh. It was the late night softcore porn.
“Just don’t watch this skinamax or whatever.” She put her hand on her hips. “no you know what I don’t care, just don’t order anything I have to pay for or leave a stain on the sofa.” As with everything else tonight Mom was acting like I had never imagined.
“Ok, I wouldn’t,” I laughed awkwardly.
“God it is too hot tonight” Mom was really going on about the temperature, she hadn't even turned down the A/C though. Instead of the logical solution, Mom reached down and peeled my new favorite panties off her waist. Not a foot and a half away from me, Mom stood up holding the undies, stark naked facing me. She tossed them on the sofa where she had sat. “That’s better, you should think about sleeping in the skinny tonight to.” She still stood there in front of me her legs slightly spread. In the dim glow of the tv I could just make out her pussy lips and I could swear they glistened moist. She must have noticed me squint in the dim light as she reached down and brushed at her pubic hair as if something was on it. She snorted a soft nasally giggle as she rocked her hips.
“I’ll see you in the morning. Don’t stay up to late and keep it down, I never stay up this late and I am completely wiped out.” She leaned in, her milky white tits dangling in front of me and kissed me on the head.
“Night” I stammered out.
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