I have a confession to make, I have always felt mom was hot ever since high school. Dad left us a few years back with his young secretary. Mom got half of the business and the house in the divorce and, from what we know, the Secretary got half of his side in an out of court settlement for sexual harassment. Go figure.
Mom is 5′ 10″ with a slim waist and slightly pronounced hips; but without the ‘bubble butt’ often associated with them. She has an athletic build without being overly muscular and she has 36 C breasts that have not succumbed to the ravages of time. She is 37 years of age, having had me at 17 while still in school, and she enjoys porn. She has a healthy selection of toys for her nipples as well as her dark rose and pussy: which she keeps bare.
The few times I have caught a glimpse of her outer labia, they are slightly parted with a crease formed from the edges of her inner lips that I find very inviting. Mom’s areolas are puffy, like a muffin top, and her nipples are a bit longer than average, I would say a half inch long with a diameter of around a quarter inch.
I, on the other hand, am 20 years old and a professional welder at a local shipyard. I am fairly muscular, but not overly so, and my cock, though never actually measured, is thicker than a paper towel cardboard stiffener and is almost twice as long as the width of a toilet paper roll. What actual dimensions that makes me? I don’t know and am not too worried about it. I am also a ‘shower’ rather than a ‘grower’ which, at times, gets me quite a bit of attention.
But my heart, the object of my lust and affection, is my mother. And it has gotten worse ever since that day in the kitchen.
I was behind the kitchen island having just taken a shower and Mom was in her bedroom getting ready for bed. I had not dressed but decided to go get a soda from the frig. Mom evidently heard me getting some ice and she walked into the adjoining living room, which was separated from the kitchen by a bar. I was not sure how much she could see and I could tell I was getting stiff so I just leaned over the kitchen island to hide my growing erection.
Mom had on a very short, very see through negligee’. The top really didn’t contain her breasts well and the bottom had a frilly edge that just did obscure her pussy. Pretty maddening if you ask me. Anyway, mom was talking to me about her plans for tomorrow. I confess I was too distracted to listen. But it did register that she was walking in my direction.
I didn’t know if I should say something or not. Bottom line? She wore that negligee and came out to talk to me. If she was going to mess with my hormones, she was fair game as well. As she got within five feet of me I stood up and my cock was standing proudly at attention, my erection putting most of my cock above the counter level.
Mom stopped. She didn’t turn around, she didn’t hide her eyes; she just stopped. She looked long and hard at my cock, even looking around the corner of the island to get a look at my balls, which I keep clean shaven. While looking at my junk, she licked her lips, her nipples got hard and threatened to poke holes in her cups, her breathing got faster, her face flushed, and she continued on with what she was saying without verbally acknowledging the situation.
At this distance I could see the upper portion of her pussy lips. Aand, my cock started pulsing. I swear mom’s breathing synchronized with the pulsing and bobbing of my cock. Eventually getting flustered, she turned and started walking back to her room.
“Mom?”
She barely was able to respond, “Yes dear?”
“We both really want the same thing.”
“You are my son.”
“At this point, we are both sexually turned on, we were both ogling each other’s nakedness, and we are both about to go to our rooms and masturbate as we fantasize about the other. I, personally, don’t see any valid reason why two consenting adults cannot act on their mutual fantasies.”
“Give me some time to think about it, OK? I just came to the realization I have been teasing you, and I realize now that it was intentional. The fact I have turned you on and that I am the object of your masturbation fantasies is a bit to take in.” She blushed at her unintentional Freudian slip.
Not a problem, mom. But, if you decide to live the fantasy, don’t bother to ask, the answer is a resounding yes.”
Mom turned away, but couldn’t leave. She started shaking and I rushed to her. She wasn’t crying, but she was very tense. Realizing she was on the fence I wrapped my arms around her, kissed her shoulder, let her cheeks feel my erection. I whispered in her ear: “Would you prefer I make the first move, mom?”
She didn’t respond other than to not her head twice. I moved her shoulder length hair to one side and began kissing her neck, just below her ear. Mom started a low whimper and gasped for air. I moved my fingers underneath the straps of her negligee’, moving them over her shoulders. Her top caught on her nipples which were now hard, so I gently pulled in over her nipples, letting the soft fabric rub against them as it gave way.
When her clothing fell to the floor I began to very lightly rub my hands and fingers over her back. I started at her neck and shoulders, worked down her back and sides (being sure to touch the sides of her breasts) and down to her hips and eventually ending at her cheeks. I leaned closer as I spread her cheeks and placed my throbbing cock between them and let go as I kissed her neck again.
Mom pressed against me as I gave her a loving hug around her tummy. I then began to lightly rub her tummy and slowly moved upwards between her heaving breasts.
I then moved outward, slowly and gently massaging them. I cupped her breasts in my hands and then slowly moved upwards. As soon as my fingers touched her nipples she jumped, threw her head back, and moaned as she bit her lower lip.”
“Mom, did you just cum for me?”
She blushed again, “A little one, yes baby, I did. I am so sorry, baby; but I can’t stop now. Can you?”
“No mom, I can’t either. But tell me each time you cum, OK? I want to know.”
“Baby, pull on my nipples just a little and I will cum for you again.”
I gently twisted and pulled on mom’s nipples from behind and this orgasm was more intense. Her body shook and her rhythmic cries were dead giveaways.
I pulled away and took mom’s hand and led her to her bedroom. I lifted her up as I deeply kissed her and laid her on her bed with her head on her pillows. Mom watched me closely as she slowly raised her knees and separated her thighs to give me full access to her sex.
I watched transfixed at her feed while on my knees as her labia opened before me. She was wet: her pink lips were radiating heat and were swollen, her sizable clit was literally throbbing just like my cock. I went to my elbows with my head right above my mother’s pussy and…..I started kissing down each inner thigh.
Mom grabbed fistfuls of sheet oneach side.
I slowly kissed down each thigh to the junction of her thigh and pussy lips where the really soft skin greeted my lips. The heat of her sex almost blistering my cheeks. I took a deep breath and did a controlled blow over her sex which made her begin to shudder.