“This is definitely the last time I’m doing this.” I heard her whisper as she slowly turned around.
She was wearing one of the lacy boy shorts panties. Printed boldly at the back was the word Sunday; but who was reading, not me. My eyes were glued to the slightly dimpled chunks of prime lower butt meat that had refused to be contained in the sexy lace and lingered outside the leg lines like two lumps of dough waiting to be kneaded by hot man fingers.
“Satisfied, Mr.
Checker, do I have your trust now?”
Without answering I got up stealthily and quickly sunk all my fingers into the soft tempting flesh of Maggie’s big ass. She quickly pulled away before I could really go to work on her prime backside.
“Whoa, what have we got here, what was that for, those words aren’t written in braille you know.”
“That was for just in case it really is the last time I get to see those beautiful cheeks.
Sorry, but I just couldn’t resist.” Her face red and a stern look in her eyes she moved away with quick steps and headed for the stairs.
When she came back down she gave me a quick somewhat shy sideways look and I barely heard her say goodbye. I was worried, thinking that I had blown it by moving in on her too fast, and promised myself to try and curtail my lust, maybe even abandon the entire idea of getting between her legs. I was truly confused.
But when she returned a couple of hours later it was as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened between us. She gave me a playful tap on the head as she passed by me sitting on a chair in front of the TV.
“I hope you have a nice lunch ready for me dear, I’m starving.”
I usually prepared lunch on the days she went to church. We sat at the table and small talked and joked as we enjoyed our meal and each other’s company.
I wanted my sweet mom too badly to abort my plans.
I did at least, try not to think of her in lascivious ways, but it wasn’t working; just the thought of her and especially when she was near me, my cock knew no restraint and my eyes devoured her. I decided to let a few days pass before making my next move, and jerked off several times for three nights as I lay in bed burning up with lust.
On the fourth morning I came downstairs and was pleasantly surprised to see Maggie standing at the kitchen sink, raw sexuality simply spewing out of the lime green, very sheer knee length night dress I had bought her.
“How fast the days fly, I didn’t realize it is Thursday already; luckily I have you as a reminder.” I said as I drew close behind her.
“You have very good eyes son.” she said, and laughed heartily.
“No madam, you have very transparent and boldly engraved lingerie.” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around her from behind.
“Well, I got them as a special gift; the least I can do to show appreciation is to wear them.” She turned her head sideways and brought her cheeks against mine as she made a kiss sound.
“Thanks honey.”
I tightened my grip around her stomach and pressed my engorged cock into her softness. I felt a slight quiver in the hot flesh before she pulled her body forward and away from my throbbing dick.
I quickly let my hand move upward and brush against hardened nipples while stepping back, not much caring whether she would think it accidental or not.
‘You’d better hurry to the bathroom before you pee yourself.” She mumbled.
I realized she was trying hard to deny that I had an erection for her, preferring to blame it on an urgent bladder. I didn’t miss her quick glance at my tented boxers as I hurried away.
Under the shower I looked into the shower glass and envisioned her sitting on a sofa with legs spread wide and one foot on the seat, nightie bunched around her waist exposing a fat lump of hot crotch bisected by white thong as she read a book. Unaware of my presence until I crept up and cupped her spongy cake, she responded by grabbing my hand and holding it tight against her pulsing flesh as she jerked and wined against it.
To that mental picture I pumped my wet, hot rod furiously for about ten minutes until I spurted jets of cum against the glass wall.
The next morning I got up forty five minutes later than usual after tossing and turning sleeplessly for most of the night. When I entered the kitchen Maggie was standing at a counter looking absolutely fuckable as she prepared our lunch packs. She was wearing for the first time since I’d bought it, the very sheer white nightie that barley covered her ass.
Underneath the white delight was a mere glimpse of silky red thong which could have been saying to my tired eyes: I’m just going to hide myself away in this deep crack so you could get a good look at her fat ass. A knife fell to the ground and she bent over to pick it up gifting my thankful eyes with a plump cameltoe that looked like it was made separately and stuck between her butt cheeks. My pole which had been hovering about half mast immediately straightened to full height.
I stood there for about two minutes staring at the fleshy delight before tip toeing my way closer. When I was about a foot and a half from her she started to turn around and was so startled by my unexpected presence she nearly fell over.
“Damn, Mike, you mustn’t creep up on people like that, you could have stopped my heart.
Right now it’s going like a horse on a track”
“Let me see.” I said and quickly brought my hand around to her left side chest and cupped a soft breast, gently massaging it as I placed my other hand against her stomach and pulled her close to me, letting my stiff dick jab her lower back.
“I’m sorry.”
“You nearly stopped my heart now you’re stabbing me in the back.” She said, laughing, and quickly spun around to face me, “good morning dear”
She smelled of fresh body spray and cream, meaning she’d already had her bath.
“Good morning.” I replied, and leaning forward kissed her lightly on the lips. The tip of her wet tongue quickly darted against my lips, surprising me, and before I could open my mouth to reciprocate she stepped back out of reach.
I looked into her eyes and it was at that precise moment I knew that I was ‘in like flint’ as the old saying goes; she was mine to have. And oh, how I wanted her; how I wanted to drive my cock into my sweet mom.
“We both overslept, you’d better hurry.” She twirled around and briskly walked away.
I followed her with the sole aim of looking up her ass as she climbed the stairs.
“And in case you’re wondering, I am wearing Friday.”
She bounded up the stairs like a sprightly filly and I marveled at the sight of thick thighs, bouncing backside and the handful of prime pussy snuggled between. That sight stayed with me for the rest of the day, pleasantly haunting.
We had an early dinner that evening, chatting lightly and relaying funny tit bits from our respective offices.
Immediately after, I went to the bathroom and took a long shower. I was tempted to jerk off, still thinking of the sight of her going up the stairs that morning, but I resisted, wanting to have a full load of sperm to blast against my mom’s womb if things went the way I was hoping. Shortly after, Maggie got up and announced she was going upstairs to freshen up before bed. She pinched my cheek as she passed by me and I slapped her ass playfully.