Stood Up. Up To The Hilt.
A bunch of my workmates had chipped in to take me to a nightclub to celebrate my nineteenth birthday, and although clubbing wasn’t really my thing, I had gone along, to avoid seeming ungrateful. We had only been there a short time when this chick about my age breezed in, with legs up to her armpits and dressed to kill in a short skirt that scarcely hid her naughty bits, and tits to die for, under a blouse that struggled to to cover her nipples. After a glance around, she made a beeline for our table, grinning as she greeted each of the gang with a kiss, before planting a real hair raiser on my lips.
“Who’s the newcomer?” she asked, studying me. When they introduced me and explained the occasion, she smirked and planted herself on my lap. “Oh goody, I do like a birthday boy. Hi, I’m Connie, I’m part of the furniture around here. What are we drinking?” she asked, taking a sip from my glass.
Maybe it was my imagination, but she seemed to be coming on to me all evening, and despite the guys warning me that she was the biggest prick teaser since Delilah, fueled by booze I asked her for a date, which she surprised me by accepting.
Now, after a week of fighting my fantasies about Connie’s endless legs, her luscious tits and my almost constant boner, I was chomping at the bit at the agreed meeting place, and wondering if my friends had been right about her, because although I had turned up half an hour ahead of time, she was already twenty minutes late.
I looked at my watch and snorted with a mixture of impatience and annoyance.. ‘Another ten minutes’ I thought, ‘then I’m out of here.’
Almost exactly nine minutes later, I sighed with relief as she got out of a cab, showing a lot of leg, and a brief glimpse of tiny-red-pantied crotch before gaining her feet. I started towards her, fighting a growing boner, but to my dismay she brushed past me as if I wasn’t there, and shoved her tongue down the throat of a guy about ten feet beyond me.
I wasn’t exactly in the best of moods when I arrived back home, so I headed directly to my room. As I was passing Mom’s room I heard her voice come through the partly open door. She sounded upset, so I peered in through the gap in the door. Sitting on her bed dressed in her ever present robe, she was holding a video conversation with Glenda who lived next door, and was a nutritionist and sometime personal trainer at the gym owned by her and her husband Steve.
“It’s a vicious circle,” Mom mourned. The more I eat, the fatter I get, and the fatter I get the more I eat. I can’t blame him for leaving me. What man wants to wake up next to a whale?” She lifted her breasts. “I can’t remember the last time anyone wanted to feel these, and It’s even longer since anyone wanted to fuck me.”
I didn’t hear Glenda’s response because I was tiptoeing downstairs, where I silently opened the front door and closed it with a loud slam, to warn Mom that I was home. What she had said was right, but only up to a point. She did eat too much, and she was overweight, but she was not as fat as she believed. Besides, although she had always been plus sized, rather than being the reason dad left three years ago, most of her excess weight had been gained since he left. There was no doubt in my mind though that his leaving was the reason she had let herself go more and more, until it reached the stage where she just moped around the house, no longer bothering to get dressed except to go shopping for food.
Without bothering to tread quietly, I went upstairs, feigning surprise when I glanced into her room and saw her sitting on the bed, her laptop now closed. She wiped away a tear as I sat beside her and put an arm around her.
“What’s up Mom,” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Look at me,” she sniffed. “I’m a mess. Who would want a pile of blubber like me?”
“I would Mom, I love you.”
“Every son loves his mother,” she sniffed again. She half turned away as I reached to put my other arm around her in a comforting hug, and my hand inadvertently landed on her breast.
“You’re not a pile of blubber, you’re my Mom, and I really do love you.” I insisted, hoping she hadn’t noticed. As soon as I said it I realised that I meant it exactly how it seemed, given the position of my hand.
She hesitated a couple of moments too long before she brushed my hand away. “No Billy, It’s not right.”
The frustration of being snubbed by Connie when I was sure I was on a winner, combined with Mom’s hesitation and the soft warmth of her tit served to shake a couple of my marbles loose, and I slipped my hand inside her robe and cupped its twin. “What’s so wrong about wanting to make my Mom feel good?” I asked, giving it a suggestive squeeze.
She hesitated again then grasped my wrist, but made no attempt to remove my hand. “That’s my point. I AM your mother.”
“Don’t think like that,” I urged as persuasively as I could, emphasising my words with a firm stroke, pleased to feel her nipple harden. “Think about what you need.” I tweaked her nipple. “Think of how this feels, how it makes you feel, how you want to feel.”
There was an appreciable silence, then she sighed and let go of my wrist. Elated, I worked on both breasts alternately until her breathing became a succession of gasps, then I pressed gently on her shoulders. “Let me see them.” Again, she gave a helpess sigh and lay back, and opening the top of her robe, I stared at her superb jugs. Each enticing thimble sized nipple stood hard and proud on an areola that looked big enough to fill my mouth, and I lowered my head.
“I didn’t say you could….. Oh God!” she gasped. Then she was holding my head, pushing my mouth from tit to tit and back again, over and over.
I fondled the soft mounds, and sucked greedily at her nipples for maybe five minutes, before sliding my hand down over the roundness of her stomach, then she tensed.
“Please Billy, no. Not there. Not my pussy.”
Her protest was so weak that I was sure she would offer no resistance if I fucked her, but something about her tone told me it would be a huge mistake. She may welcome my cock, even enjoy feeling it inside her, but afterwards she may not only resent her weakness, but resent me even more for exploiting it, which was the last thing I wanted.
I stood up and looked down at her. “OK Mom, but remember I love you and no matter what, I’ll always be here for you whatever and whenever you want.” With a last lingering look at her well sucked nipples, I turned and left the room.
After tossing and turning for hours, thinking of what might have been, and glad I hadn’t gone too far, I finally fell asleep, but a bursting bladder wpoke me as the sun was rising. I took a leak and rinsed my hands and face to freshen up, then peeped in on Mom. She didn’t appear to have moved, still lying across her bed with her breasts bared, and staring unseeingly at the ceiling with eyes hollowed from lack of sleep. I sat beside her and took her hand. “I’m sorry about last night Mom, I was out of line.”
She shrugged her shoulders without looking at me. “There’s no undoing what’s been done.”
I reached out to pull her robe closed, but she must have misunderstood my intentions, because she took my hands. “Maybe you were right,” she whispered. “Maybe this is exactly what I need.” Putting my hands on her breasts she added, “Love them again.” I hesitated a moment then started stroking, but she pulled my head down. “Suck them.”
Seeing it as an opportunity to arouse her even more than I had last night, I set about sucking and fondling her tits with increased enthusiasm, and as she began to respond, I again slid my hand lower. I paused, anticipating another rejection, but her thighs parted, and I quickly opened her robe and knelt between her knees, staring at the plump pouting lips and the hard bud that seemed to beg for attention. It was the first real live pussy I had ever seen, but I figured I had watched enough online porn to have some idea of what women liked, and inhaling her exotic aroma, I dipped my head.
Mom flinched when my tongue touched her clit, then she began to gently undulate her hips, setting a rhythm to match my licking. When she started to cum I could no longer ignore my aching boner, and I stood up and pushed off my p/js, before kneeling again and taking aim.
“Please Mom,” I begged. “I have to.”
I don’t know what I would have done if she had refused, but she looked at my hard cock and nodded slowly. “I know Billy. It’s OK. You caught me by surprise last night and I wasn’t ready. Now I am.”
We both gasped as I pushed into her, and I shook my head in wonder. The number of times I had dreamed about what my first fuck would feel like as I watched porn on my computer couldn’t even come close to the reality, and the magic her cunt was working on my cock, as her inner muscles flexed and rippled along my plunging shaft, was making it better by the second. We fucked steadily, treasuring every thrust until I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I sent a hot stream of cum into her clinging depths, just as she reached her own peak.
She smiled contentedly as I pulled out. “Thank you Billy. Not for the fuck, although I didn’t realise how much I needed it until you made me cum. Thank you for making me feel like a human being again. For making me feel wanted.”
I lifted her legs gently on to the bed and helped her turn until she lay lengthwise with her head on the pillow. “I told you Mom, I’ll always want you, no matter what. Not just for that. For being you. Even if we never do it again, that will never change. All I want is to have my old happy Mom back again, and I’ll do whatever it takes.” I pulled the bedsheet over her and kissed her chastely. “Now try to get some sleep.”
Returning to my room, I lay with my eyes closed, replaying everything that had happened. Any reservations my Mom had had about the forbidden seemed to have vanished the instant she had recognised her need, and let my put my cock inside her wet snatch, and she had put everything she had into fucking and being fucked.