This is the first one without your father here, and you are the ‘man of the house’ now.”
“Oh, okay,” I said, sitting down at her coffee table as Mom pulled on a loose satin robe, leaving it untied as she sat down beside me.
‘Yeah, that’s right, leave your legs open at just that angle. I can get a full view of your juicy, lace-covered Cunt if you perch your legs right there-, Wait!… No!…Bad! I must not think of my steaming hot, superfit, fuckable Mother that way-, Wait!, No!… I did it again!’
Mom was off in party mode as she talked about maybe getting someone to play barman and weather or not it should be formal or informal.
I was having a hard time following her though, with every animated gesture Mom would make, her tight body would twist in a strange new way, giving me glimpses every now and then through the gap in her dressing gown.
My semi was now a fully erect shaft, and I cursed myself for my dark, lustful thoughts as I squirmed in my seat, trying, unsuccessfully, to hide my erection.
“Oh, and one more thing,” Mom said as she closed up the party planning folder, “you’re expected to bet present and sober, Okay, maybe a little tipsy, for the entire night. the hosts go to bed last, don’t you know…”
“Yay,” I said in the most deadpan voice I could muster, as I saw her gown fly freely open.
‘Oh!, what a sight to behold! I ache to run my fingers over your thinly toned, flat stomach; to take my fingertips and drive them deeply into your phenomenal booty cheeks; to use just one arm to-, Wait!… Shit!… I did it again!’
I tried to hunch over as I left the room trying to hide my manhood, but I swear I heard Mom giggling as I made my way out.
I was back in my room before you could say motherfucker twice.
As I lay there, I tried to sort out what was going on inside my head.
‘Okay, so Mom is hot… but it’s just so Wrong!… I do want to lick her all over, though… No!…Bad!… I will not think about my own Mother like That!… My fit!, Sexy!, Fuckable!, Mega MILF Mom!…noooooo!… I did it again!… What’s wrong with me?… Why do I keep envisioning doing things like taking both of my moms, well-exercised legs and pinning them behind her head as I plough her majestic Cunt?… AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!… I must be fucked in the head!’
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I tried my best over the next couple of weeks to fight off my dark, lustful desires, but in the end to no avail.
As moms birthday party rolled around, I found myself increasingly trying to maneuver myself into positions where I would have the best view of my mothers curves. I even tried once or twice to get a look at her while she was in the shower, unfortunately, I was unsuccessful at those attempts.
On the day of the party, Mom went into her room for about two hours before coming out when the people started showing up.
She looked heavenly, all decked out in a beautiful, long, flowing black dress that clung tightly to her form, at every possible angle.
I was left standing there, momentarily speechless as she went to greet the arriving guests.
Just how had that goddess managed to instil itself inside my Mother.
The rest of the night was a bit of a blur, to be honest. All of my attention was being focused on Mom and her smiling thirty-fifth birthday party antics.
I frowned seeing her being a little ‘too’ friendly with some of the blokes who came to the party.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
So at about one in the morning, most everyone started leaving except for one guy, named Mark, that Mom seemed to be sweet on.
“We’re going to bed now, honey” my Mom slightly slurred at me as she stumbled past.
“Okay, mom,” I replied, deadpan again, knowing that I would be cleaning all this up.
I had just started to pick up cups and glasses as the noises began. It started slow and rhythmically at first as I heard the creaking of the bed and my Mother’s moans of “Mmmmmmmmf…yesh” muffled only slightly by the bedroom wall.
Then they started to get faster and louder.
‘Mom your such a Cuntslut!… you like it like that, don’t you!…getting your constantly moist, Cunt!, pounded Relentlessly!-, Ah! No!… I’ve gone and done it again…why must I keep thinking of Mom in such a way… but… even, still… I can hear you, Mom, being fucked hard, I can hear you sing out in wails of pleasure as I get closer to the crack at your bedroom door. You didn’t fasten the latch properly in your haste for bed, so I can see you there in the gloom rolling and grinding your sopping wet Cunt on Marks hipbones, trying in vain to get enough cock inside yourself for completion.’
I see my mothers problem as Mark slips his unfortunately below average penis out of moms gaping wide Cunthole. He is a genuinely unfortunate man, at about three inches long and half the average girth of a normal cock.
Instead of crashing the night, he makes his way towards the door, giving me seconds to get to my room and out of sight.
As I lay awake in bed, breathing hard, I realized that I had just witnessed my Mother getting fucked, albeit by a sub-par penis.
‘fuck it, I give up… I wanna fuck my Mother so bad! I want to lick the sweat out of every pore and plug up every Gash with my throbbing manhood-‘
“honey, are you still awake?” asked, Mom sticking her head into my darkened room.
I quickly throw my blanket over myself.
“yeah, only just, a bit loud weren’t you,” I asked, still a little tipsy from the party.
“yeah… about that…” Mom said, leaving the sentence hanging as she slipped into my room
“where’s mark?” I asked, sitting up and already knowing the answer, “he’s not asleep already is he?”
“No… he’s gone home already… it seems he can’t perform well under pressure.” Mom replied, deflated
“so he just didn’t do it for you,” I said getting more interested in the conversation.
“well… no… I guess not,” Mom complained as she sat next to me on my bedside.
“oh well, you can’t win all the time,” I said, as I put my hands behind my head and lay back.
“Oh!…” let out Mom as she turned to see the shape of my Throbbing solid shaft quite visible through my boxer shorts.
“Oh, Honey!” she repeated, staring at my crotch area.
Then I felt it, an odd yet not entirely unenjoyable tickling coming up my thigh before I caught sight of my Mother spider walking her fingers towards my penis.
I was frozen in place as I watched moms hand slink inside my waistband and grasp hold of my engorged member at the very base.
Then looking back at me, she licked her lips and gave a wink as she started to gradually massage me from base to tip, bringing in a second hand to provide a bit of extra inspiration.
Finally, when I could no longer take it, I let out the words I thought I would never speak aloud.
“Mom, I’m gonna cum, make me cum!”
With that, I sprayed a fountain of semen above our heads and in all directions and finished.
“Mom!… You just?… This is sooooooooo bad… We can’t do this, it’s illegal.”
“Its mommies first birthday without your father. Can you consider this a birthday present for me? I just want a proper sized cock and Marks just didn’t do it for me…”