Dinner consists of some steak and corn on the cob my older brother had prepared. Gary had been a good old brother, but had grown a bit distant from Mom and me after meeting his girlfriend Tabitha. They went out a lot and neither Mom nor I had any delusions about how often they were busy screwing. I can’t blame Gary, Tabitha’s fucking hot.
We all talk about our days like we always do at dinner. Mom talks about how annoying this one intern is. Gary talks about a girl who keeps stalking him at school. I don’t have a bunch to say about today, it’d been uneventful. I blab about school and my current assignments a bit then focus on my dinner.
After dinner, I offer to help Mom with the dishes. I try to as often as I can because she usually gets water on her at some point. Gary receives his thanks for cooking and promptly heads upstairs for the night. I follow my mother into the kitchen, thinking of how to approach.
She’s standing at the sink when I come into the kitchen. I grin and walk towards her. I catch her by surprise when I smack her ass, making it jiggle deliciously.
“So Mom, ready to rock some dishes?” I say playfully as I pick up a sponge and plate.
“I sure am sweetheart,” she says as she spanks me back. My knees buckle a little and I kill a very sexual moan that tries to escape my throat. I try my best to do some dishes before I make my move. I fill up the pot that Gary had boiled the corn in and “accidentally” stumble and spill a quarter of the water onto the front of her flimsy T shirt.
“Oh shit that’s cold!” she exclaims as her T shirt becomes transparent and her nipples harden. I can literally feel myself salivating and can barely tear my eyes away from her tits. When I do, I look up to meet her eyes.
She saw me staring at her chest. I scramble in my head for something to say…
“I’m sorry Mom, I was curious about what a mature pair of breasts looked like. Mine are so pitifully small…” I say as I cup mine and act sad. She takes the bait.
“Oh sweetie, your breasts are fine, don’t you worry,” she says as she hugs me and her breasts squish right into mine. I nearly cum in my pants and I hug her tightly. My hands roam her smooth back and she rubs mine comfortingly. I bury my face in her neck like I’m still sad but I’m really breathing in her delicious scent. I kiss her neck and linger for just a second past appropriate and then pull back and look into her eyes.
“Thank you Mom, I needed that,” I say, which isn’t really a lie. We finish the dishes and she goes to give me a kiss goodnight. I turn my head at the last second so her lips land on mine and I lean forward ever so slightly so it lasts a few seconds longer. I smile at her mysteriously before I nearly skip upstairs. I make sure to grab my shampoo bottle before I get to my bedroom.
I fuck myself brutally with that bottle for two hours, howling into a pillow as I give myself endless orgasms. It still wasn’t enough, I only stopped because I knew I need to get to bed. When I wake up, I savage my pussy with four fingers and even stick two in my ass, which I rarely touch. I fuck myself until I have to start getting ready for school.
During school I have to go to the restrooms twice to finger my pussy and try to calm the raging fire in my stomach. As soon as I get home I lock myself in my room and start to masturbate but stop after a minute.
I can’t keep going like this. I have to make my move today or I’m going to lose my fucking mind.
I wait patiently for Mom to get home. I decided I’m just going to be straight forward about it. I’m tired of beating around the bush. I finger myself a little while I wait and lazily fondle my breasts.
I finally hear the door unlocking. I stand up and compose myself. I’m not expecting what happens next. My mom walks in, looking like she does any other day, but something in my head snaps. I don’t know if it’s all my pent up love or the fact that I’d been fucking myself almost nonstop thinking about her the last 24 hours, but the floodgates burst open.
I shriek and run at her. She spins around just as I jump at her. I wrap my arms around her neck and my legs around her waist as I smash my mouth against hers and shove my tongue into her mouth while she’s still surprised. She manages to stay on her feet and her hands hold my weight up by holding my ass. This excites me further.
My tongue writhes around in her hot mouth as I grind my crotch against her desperately, moaning and grunting the whole time. She tries to set me down but my limbs are locked around her tightly. I cum against her leg and even through my panties and shorts she can tell too. I moan louder and shudder in pleasure. I finally have to pull back for breath and she immediately reacts.
She take her hands back entirely and I fall onto my butt on the floor. She stands over me, looking more flustered than mad. She pants with me as we both catch our breath.
“Cynthia… What were you… Doing…?” she wheezes out between heaving breathes. I look nervously at her and answer in the same manner.
“I’m sorry… I just couldn’t… Help myself anymore… I think we… Need to… Talk…” I say as I climb to my feet. She tugs me towards her bedroom by my wrist, but even my sex filled mind knows it isn’t for any good reasons.
We get upstairs and she points to her bed for me to sit. We both have our breath back and I sit down quietly. She sits at the chair of the small desk she has in here.
“Alright Cynthia, explain to me what the hell that was,” she says in her stern mom tone. She’s mad, and understandably so. I just sexually assaulted her.
“I’m so sorry Mom, I didn’t mean to do it like that, I was just gonna tell you…” I trail off uncertainly as I fight back tears, not wanting to be a little crybaby in front of my mom.
“Tell me what young lady?” she says in a tone that tells me I’d better answer her.
“That I love you… And not just like a daughter loves a mother, I’m IN love with you… I don’t know why I did that downstairs, I was just gonna talk to you about it… I’m so sorry…” I stutter out. And with that, I start crying silently into my hands. After a second my mom comes and sits next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close. I cry into her shoulder for a couple of minutes before I calm down and look up at her, sniffling softly.
“It’s okay honey, I’m not mad anymore. I’m not saying what you did was okay, but I know that love can make people do some crazy stuff. How do you know that you’re in love with me though?” she asks. I think about it for just a moment before I answer.
“Because you’re a smart, independent woman. You’re kind and caring, you’re always the best mom ever to me and Gary, you’re really hot,” I blush slightly as I say that out loud, “and I just can’t stop thinking about you.”
She looks at me carefully, studying me to see if I’m lying. She eventually sighs and shakes her head.
“I believe you. But Cynthia, it’s not like I can just… I don’t know. What is it that you expect to happen now sweetie?” she says in an uncertain tone.