Matt had just arrived at the lake and realized he had forgotten his fishing license at home. Not one to break the law he left to head home and get it and maybe be able to still get back to the lake before all the good fishing spots were taken.
As he drove past the front of the house he saw a box sitting at the front door. His first thought was it must be a new delivery man as all the regulars use the side kitchen door for deliveries and the second was how come his mother hadn’t gotten the package. She was so eagerly awaiting her delivery of her new shoes.
Matt pulled in the drive and walked around the front of the house and picked up the box of shoes smiling as he couldn’t wait to pull a prank on his mom and let her think they never got delivered.
As he pulled into the driveway, his mother perked up. She heard the truck, and to her a truck was a truck and not realizing her son’s truck sounded just like the delivery truck, for her son was fishing so it had to be the delivery man,finally.
Matt left his truck running for he was going to just grabbed his license and be back out on the road but had no sooner stepped from the truck when he heard his mother’s call and noticed the kitchen door wide open.
“Hello. delivery guy. in here. could you please give me a hand. hello”. Kelli called out.
Matt quickly walked up the small path from the driveway where he parked and was about to call out to his mom, worried she was hurt, but just as he was about to answer her he saw her, well only her waist and legs sticking out from the small cupboard next to the refrigerator.
“Hello…..hello….you there…please help me….I’ve seemed to have gotten stuck in here….”. Kelli said with a sound of relief and yet humor as she chuckled.
Matts mind went into sexual overdriveas wild naughty kinky thoughts began racing in his head, thoughts he never experienced until now, this moment, seeing his mother so vunerable and yet unknowstt he was there, matt released a torrent of dark deep secret desires he never allowed his mind to feel or explore.
He quickly ran scenario after scenario in his head, calculating all the ways this could go, how this could benefit himself.
Slowly he set the box on the table and carefully left and got in his truck and moved it down the block. His mind working like a computer calculating ideas, plans, answers his mom may ask. He was grinning while his dark side was emerging.
He parked and walked back to his house and entered the kitchen once more and sat down in a chair admiring his mom’s ass in her runners shorts.
“Hello…are you there…..why did you leave…why aren’t you helping me…..please….I’m stuck”. she said with a softer laugh this time as a pang of fear striking her for she knew the delivery man was there, but he wasn’t speaking.
Matt stared at her ass cheeks seeing how firm they were in her runners shorts giving such a view of not only her ass but her toned thighs that ran down to her knees where she was positioned. Matt took out his phone and began snapping pictures for this was too good to not.
“Hello..please….are you there”? She asked a bit of fear tremble in her voice now.
Matt stood and walked over and with trembling hands cupped her ass cheeks with his hands.
“What…what are you doing…please..please stop….please I’m …my son..my son will be here any minute…I ..he will kick your ass to next week..”. She spewed trying to wiggle away but the jabbing of the shelve rail holding her still.
The control, the way her ass felt in his hands was beyond thrilling, a dark deep side was emerging as she begged him to stop, yet hearing how she warmed how protective her son was griped his heart strings and hardening cock.
He squeezed, feeling the sweaty warmth through her shorts from her run. His mother totally at his will, not knowing it was him fondling her in such immoral ways.
Kelli was mortified yet deep deep down was feeling a tingle, a dark spark she hadn’t felt in so so so many years and why, why was her body deceiving her. She thought it wasn’t but it was she felt a dampness between her legs that she thought was lost the day her husband left her and Matt so many years ago.
“Listen just help me out, get me out of here and I won’t call the cops. I promise..just stop”. she begged as the deliveryman squeezed and was spreading and playing with her ass cheeks.
Matt heard her pleas and yet his own cock was so hard, watching, feeling his mother’s ass cheeks, something so wrong, but yet having such control as she was so helpless against his own ways.
His hands slid up and hooked the band of the shorts and pulled, pulling the shorts down to the nook of her knees, her cotton panties the only thing concealing her entire body from her son’s prying eyes. His eyes lit up. He could see the way the sweaty panties clung to her ass cheeks and were pressed into her very damp pussy lips with her smooth cameltoe so tightly clenched.
With his hands he slid his hands between her thighs and spread them as far as possible, for the shorts at her knees and the cabinet all factors in how far he could spread her legs to really get a view.
“Stop….please……what…what are you doing….my son will be home any moment…please…just leave..don’t let him see me like this…I’ll give you money….I won’t tell…please”. She begged but yet deep inside her mind screamed for more, more of the control, not wanting her son to catch her like this but yet deep, deep down felt a thrill of the possibilities if he did for he was a striking well built young man and to kelli felt aroused at the thought.
His mouth watered, his cock throbbed and precum seeped into his boxers. He trailer a finger down her panties, starting at her ass cheeks, down over her rosebud , and lightly tracing her very warm, damp pussy lips. He had to fight back the urge to gasp and moan, as she would most certainly know it was him if he made a noise so he swallowed deep and pushed his finger further along her panty covered slit wanting to explore his mom fully.
“Mmmm stop….that’s enough, just..mmmm..just leave, let me out of here…or ..at least call the fire dept…but…ugghhh…stop”. Kelli tried to plead but the sensation of a finger tracing her pussy lips so delicately was driving her wild. Her own pussy was swelling, flowing wetness, her own secretions soaking onto her panties as this stranger had his way, yet this stranger was being gentle in a bizarre way.
Matt pulled his finger back along her puffy wet slit and then hooked the panties waistband and jerked them down her thighs with a forceful tug. Her pussy was finally free, the glistening wetness sparkled between her soft pink petal pussy lips as he sat in awe. Never had Matt been so up and close to a woman’s pussy. Of the girls he had sex with it was always in the dark, very vanilla without the views he had now.
“Stop this you mother fucker”! Kelli screamed as she felt her panties ripped down around her knees and the cool air engulf her overheated and very damp pussy. Kelli felt so violated, her body on display in ways she never had been exposed or showed a man yet deep down she was feeling a bizarre kinky thrill and the wetness and heat rising in her body was unmistakeable.