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***This is merely a story. I don’t condone or participate in acts such as this. This is purely for entertainment purposes.***
A work of fiction.
I just finished my second semester of college. Dad up and left her in the middle of the year, I asked if she needed me to come home, machinations already constructing in my brain. She said she would be all right, my education came first. I could tell she was distraught, but I listened. I made sure to call her and check on her multiple times a week, made sure she was ok. She always said she was happy to hear from me, the one light in her currently empty life.
I asked if she wanted me to come home on Spring Break, but she told me to have fun, go out and relieve my stress, because finals were right around the corner, again I listened. Little did she know I had a crush on her.
During my formative years, I remember accidentally walking in on my mother riding my father in coitus. She was in reverse cowgirl position, facing the door. I walked in on my beautiful mother’s voluptuous breasts glistening with sweat, bouncing rhythmically in time with my fathers thrusts. I then got yelled at and left immediately. But that vision stayed with me until at least a dream could become reality.
I’ve managed over the years, to catch glimpses of her naked body, doors cracked, me peeking through to reveal her beautiful nude form, in the shower, in her bedroom, all to facilitate my masturbatory efforts. She had a beautiful brunette bush which matched her long flowing brunette locks, the d**** indeed matching the carpet. Her long slender legs rolling down to her cute feet and toes. Her butt, a beautiful set of cheeks, just screaming for a few spankings and kisses. The arch of her back alluring and smooth.
My mother was gorgeous.
These images forever ingrained my my head(s). My fantasies became more and more elaborate with each rub and tug. At first the sight and thought of her body were enough to get me off, sweaty boobies bouncing was enough. But then I needed more. The first time I saw her bush I could feel my heart palpitating in excitement. That again was enough to further my efforts. Then I figured out what porn was and what was supposed to happen during sex. A whole new world of fantasy opened up to me. I enjoyed watching it...a lot, but I also enjoyed scenarios which included me and my mother. I was infatuated.
I dreamt of entering my mother, making love to her, showing that I cared for her. I wanted to please her and make her feel good. And wanted to shoot my load onto her boobs, her face, in her mouth...In her pussy.
But dreams is all these were, until now.
I wasted no time, when I got home. I hopped in the shower, and once I was finished cleaning up I left the room naked, in the hopes of “accidentally” running into her. I left my towel in the room on purpose, so that she would catch a glimpse of my unit as I walked to my bedroom, feigning surprise when she turned the corner and bumped into me. I apologized remarking that I forgot my towel like an idiot, she apologized saying she was clumsy and that being alone for six months, she wasn’t used to other people being in the house.
I was informed dinner was almost ready, and to go get dressed, she said she was happy to have someone to cook for again, that she hardly cooked since my father left. I could see tears starting to well up in her eyes, so I approached her for a hug, we embraced, and I rubbed her back and told her it was going to be okay, because I was home now. As we separated ourselves, my hand slid down and lightly brushed her tush. Perfectly on purpose, but again poised as an accident, I waited for her to say something but she didn’t seem to notice.
We were now sat at the table, plates in setting, she had a glass of wine, she let me have a bit to make a toast about new beginnings and such. I asked if she had been seeing anyone since dad left. The alcohol had loosened her up, and she wasn’t upset at the question. Her response was she tried a couple of times, but it was just awkward and weird, after being with dad for so long.
I reacted by grabbing her hand gently and telling her she just needed to find the right guy, that she was beautiful, and dad was stupid for leaving her.
And that’s when I did it. I kissed her hand, and told her I loved her, and I wanted to make love to her, wanted to make her feel good, make her cum. It was brazen, I know, but I put all my cards down on the table.
The look on her face was pure shock. She said that people don’t do this. That she was disgusted with me. She told me to go to my room, because she didn’t even know how to respond. So I went to grab my plate and glass, she told me to leave it, to go.
I thought to myself that maybe I took it too far, too soon. I went up to my room and closed my door, I put on the tv and just laid in bed for a few hours, wondering if I had screwed things up. I laid there as long as I could, but I had to really pee. It was about 10:30, I figured mom would be asleep.
So I got up and opened the door as lightly as I could, remembering all the quiet spots on the floor boards I made my way to the bathroom, past my parents bedroom. The door was cracked, her bedside light was on, a bottle of wine and a wine glass companion sat next to the lamp.
And there laid my mother, in her silk robe, with no panties on, and her still beautiful breasts hanging out. She was rubbing her pussy slowly and moaning to herself, she was amazing, my mother. Every ounce of her. I watched her feeling the same way I used to, my heart thumping erratically in my chest, shallow breath, as I watched her get herself off, as she neared her climax, she started moaning a little louder until words starting escaping her mouth.
My mouth dropped as I heard six words I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
“Oh son, I love you too.”
TBC.
A work of fiction.
I just finished my second semester of college. Dad up and left her in the middle of the year, I asked if she needed me to come home, machinations already constructing in my brain. She said she would be all right, my education came first. I could tell she was distraught, but I listened. I made sure to call her and check on her multiple times a week, made sure she was ok. She always said she was happy to hear from me, the one light in her currently empty life.
I asked if she wanted me to come home on Spring Break, but she told me to have fun, go out and relieve my stress, because finals were right around the corner, again I listened. Little did she know I had a crush on her.
During my formative years, I remember accidentally walking in on my mother riding my father in coitus. She was in reverse cowgirl position, facing the door. I walked in on my beautiful mother’s voluptuous breasts glistening with sweat, bouncing rhythmically in time with my fathers thrusts. I then got yelled at and left immediately. But that vision stayed with me until at least a dream could become reality.
I’ve managed over the years, to catch glimpses of her naked body, doors cracked, me peeking through to reveal her beautiful nude form, in the shower, in her bedroom, all to facilitate my masturbatory efforts. She had a beautiful brunette bush which matched her long flowing brunette locks, the d**** indeed matching the carpet. Her long slender legs rolling down to her cute feet and toes. Her butt, a beautiful set of cheeks, just screaming for a few spankings and kisses. The arch of her back alluring and smooth.
My mother was gorgeous.
These images forever ingrained my my head(s). My fantasies became more and more elaborate with each rub and tug. At first the sight and thought of her body were enough to get me off, sweaty boobies bouncing was enough. But then I needed more. The first time I saw her bush I could feel my heart palpitating in excitement. That again was enough to further my efforts. Then I figured out what porn was and what was supposed to happen during sex. A whole new world of fantasy opened up to me. I enjoyed watching it...a lot, but I also enjoyed scenarios which included me and my mother. I was infatuated.
I dreamt of entering my mother, making love to her, showing that I cared for her. I wanted to please her and make her feel good. And wanted to shoot my load onto her boobs, her face, in her mouth...In her pussy.
But dreams is all these were, until now.
I wasted no time, when I got home. I hopped in the shower, and once I was finished cleaning up I left the room naked, in the hopes of “accidentally” running into her. I left my towel in the room on purpose, so that she would catch a glimpse of my unit as I walked to my bedroom, feigning surprise when she turned the corner and bumped into me. I apologized remarking that I forgot my towel like an idiot, she apologized saying she was clumsy and that being alone for six months, she wasn’t used to other people being in the house.
I was informed dinner was almost ready, and to go get dressed, she said she was happy to have someone to cook for again, that she hardly cooked since my father left. I could see tears starting to well up in her eyes, so I approached her for a hug, we embraced, and I rubbed her back and told her it was going to be okay, because I was home now. As we separated ourselves, my hand slid down and lightly brushed her tush. Perfectly on purpose, but again poised as an accident, I waited for her to say something but she didn’t seem to notice.
We were now sat at the table, plates in setting, she had a glass of wine, she let me have a bit to make a toast about new beginnings and such. I asked if she had been seeing anyone since dad left. The alcohol had loosened her up, and she wasn’t upset at the question. Her response was she tried a couple of times, but it was just awkward and weird, after being with dad for so long.
I reacted by grabbing her hand gently and telling her she just needed to find the right guy, that she was beautiful, and dad was stupid for leaving her.
And that’s when I did it. I kissed her hand, and told her I loved her, and I wanted to make love to her, wanted to make her feel good, make her cum. It was brazen, I know, but I put all my cards down on the table.
The look on her face was pure shock. She said that people don’t do this. That she was disgusted with me. She told me to go to my room, because she didn’t even know how to respond. So I went to grab my plate and glass, she told me to leave it, to go.
I thought to myself that maybe I took it too far, too soon. I went up to my room and closed my door, I put on the tv and just laid in bed for a few hours, wondering if I had screwed things up. I laid there as long as I could, but I had to really pee. It was about 10:30, I figured mom would be asleep.
So I got up and opened the door as lightly as I could, remembering all the quiet spots on the floor boards I made my way to the bathroom, past my parents bedroom. The door was cracked, her bedside light was on, a bottle of wine and a wine glass companion sat next to the lamp.
And there laid my mother, in her silk robe, with no panties on, and her still beautiful breasts hanging out. She was rubbing her pussy slowly and moaning to herself, she was amazing, my mother. Every ounce of her. I watched her feeling the same way I used to, my heart thumping erratically in my chest, shallow breath, as I watched her get herself off, as she neared her climax, she started moaning a little louder until words starting escaping her mouth.
My mouth dropped as I heard six words I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
“Oh son, I love you too.”
TBC.
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