‘She definitely knows what cum smells like! Look at her, a woman like her has swallowed buckets of it!’
Samuel needed to say something fast! The room had gone silent and his mother had raised an eyebrow. She was expecting him to say something.
“Ahh…no we didn’t do any sports. But ahh these pyjamas have been in my chest of drawers a while.” He blurted out. “I think they could do with a wash. I think they’ve gone a bit stale, right? I’ll throw them in the wash pile tonight.”
“Y-yes.” She responded, looking him up and down. “Yes, babe. Good idea. That’s probably for the best. Pop them in the wash.”
‘Shit that was close. I hope she bought it’. Samuel hoped to himself as he took a few big bites of his wrap and tried to act like nothing embarrassing was happening to him. When he looked back across to Stacey, she was still staring at him. It looked like she was lost in thought. But as their eyes met for a brief moment, she was shaken from whatever she was thinking about, gave her son a quick comforting smile and then carried on eating her meal.
There was an awkward silence between mother and son. But eventually, they struck up a new conversation. Samuel did his best to steer Stacey away from the topic of university and get her to tell him more about her day – a subject she took great delight in discussing. She told him all the gossip from the clinic; anecdotes of which women were coming in for what procedure and (usually) for which man.
And before long, the pair had finished eating. Usually, at this point in the evening, Samuel would help his mother clean the kitchen and then hide himself away in his bedroom to do one of two things: play video games or watch porn. Both gave him great pleasure and were one of the few things in life he actively looked forward to and which didn’t make him nervous.
Unfortunately for Samuel however, he had suggested a film and snacks night in blind panic to stop his mother from entering the room and seeing him blow his load wearing a pair of women’s panties. He felt compelled to suggest this again to his mother because there had been so many strange moments this evening and he didn’t want her suspecting anything or go into his room where the cum stains may still be dripping into his carpet.
“Sure, baby. That would be lovely.” As she loaded the dish washer with empty plates. “Just let me get changed first, OK? I’ve been in these clothes all day and I’m aching to get into something more comfortable.”
“Great! Can’t wait!” He said excitedly. Then quickly clarifying: “For the TV and snacks!” Not wanting her to think he was excited for her to swap her jeans and T-shirt and for whatever item of comfortable clothing she was aching for.
***
Samuel was aimlessly flicking through the TV channels when his mother entered the lounge with a bowl of popcorn a short while later. She was now wearing her two-piece pink Nike tracksuit, complete with ‘Just Do It’ slogan across her breasts. He watched as her tits jiggled when she hopped onto the sofa to his left.
‘Look at that outfit! Naughty girl. Can you see the outline of her nipples poking through? That must mean mummy’s not wearing a bra…’
The pair settled down to watch a documentary on planet Earth (the one with the award-winning cinematography and softly spoken narration reminding humanity that as a species, it’s doomed). Samuel wasn’t too interested in it, but his mum seemed quite entertained as she “Ohh’d” and “Ahh’d” at some of the more spectacular visuals.
‘Of course she’s ooh-ing and ahh-ing. Dangle keys in front of a baby and it’s impressed! She probably just likes the pretty colours!’
After more than a few hours, Samuel’s mind really started to wander. ‘How long is this on for?’ He asked himself. ‘This really is getting quite boring now! And I didn’t want to be here to begin with.’
Checking the TV guide, he saw that there was still another another hour remaining on the documentary, and it didn’t look like his mum was going to suggest watching the rest another night either.
‘God damn it. Why did I suggest this? I should have just told her I was touching myself and that she needed to go away for a while…not suggest I was getting changed to watch three hours of TV together!’ He knew he was still a while off getting back to his bedroom, but he was itching to leave now. ‘All I really want to be doing is watching some fake tits, air-headed bimbo on my laptop getting nailed. Is that too much to ask for?’
‘You don’t need a laptop…you’ve got a fake tit air-headed bimbo right in front of you…’
His mind had really started to drift away from the reality of watching TV with his mother and to the wonderful world of pornography, specifically his favourite porn star: Lexi Luna. A 30-something teacher-turned-porn star, there were a couple of things that drove Samuel crazy about Lexi more than any other woman on the internet.
The first was her age. Of course, mid-thirties was young by any measure, but when compared to the so-called ‘barely legal’ models, Lexi’s body had developed fully. Her breasts were big and round, they had weight to them which when she was being railed by some stud, meant they swung back and forth in a way that only big tits could. Her long legs, curvy bum and slim waist complimented her big tits: she had the perfect hourglass figure to throw around.
But the second thing – and Samuel’s biggest kink – was her face. Like all popular porn stars, he thought she looked gorgeous. But Lexi has one or two very faint lines on her face: a sign of age. There was just something about the way she looked when all dolled up and wearing a skimpy set of underwear as she crawled on her hands and knees looking right into a camera begging for the guy jerking his cock to deposit his load all over her face that just looked so…pretty. The faint lines were visual proof that this women had spent a few years in education, before succumbing to her true calling: fucking on camera for money.