The Bedsit
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Note : This story is completely fictional!
It’s funny how mothers can effect a young boy sometimes. This is what Frank was thinking just after he got to his room out of school. He’d been a 18 year old virgin with these kinds of thoughts ‘ for a couple of years now and the attitude and the ugliness of the girls he knew in school perverted him from wanting them around as more than a friend. The teen had known what he wanted for years and was going to act on it, to get somewhere, tonight.
Maria got in an hour later from work. No matter how tired she ever was the single mother was always totally open with her son about everything. She had taught Frank never to be embarrassed about his or her body and to be open and free with it to do anything he had wanted as long as it didn’t hurt either one of them. Some people had even called her a slut in the past, but it didn’t matter. Her main hobby had always been studying people’s reaction to pleasure.
Frank knew all of this and had a plan to get his way with her. She was almost to the refrigerator when he opened it and told her to relax. A little surprised she did as her son asked and went to the shower next to her room. As the teen took two plates of steak and put them into the microwave as the student studied the mirror on the wall reflecting the 30 some year olds body.
It was like watching Helen Hunts body with Leah Thompson’s face undressing a short skirt starting with her panties. Oh, lord, Frank thought, if my mom knew what she was making me think she wouldn’t have dared that right now.
Frank let his imagination go everywhere while the food was cooking and Maria was in the shower. He even succeeded in getting quite a rise from it. When the mother was done, but not out, he brought her favorite sleeping robe which also pleasantly surprised her. God was she beautiful and sexy wet. "“Thanks, but calm yourself a little. There’s not reason to rise yet, is there” she asked while giving her son a kinky little “you shouldn’t have done that” smile for the full sized erection he had.
Dinner was on the table and because he knew she wouldn’t allow it when she was seated Frank explained “I’m kind of tired. Since no one else is around do you mind if I get ready for bed early? I’ve got a longer day than usual tomorrow” and she nodded. Getting himself ready meant simply stripping of everything the son had on and while he did for a minute he was sure she was watching the show, although when the clever young romantic exited his room she was in the dining room.
He joined her at the glass table to eat feeling relaxed and calm and began
eating. As he did so he watched a little bit. Maria had put on make-up and was
wearing only the robe, revealing half of each breast and her bush. About halfway
through the meal having watched her lips’ move Frank began showing his feelings’
for the moment again.
Maria noticed in the middle of a piece of steak and one after another she let out a tiny moan, a small sigh, and a cute little girl type laugh. “What did you really do all of this for? I mean the food, the robe, the setting, and, well, you” she asked nicely. “Just thought that since I hadn’t helped you much in a while I would try tonight” Frank responded feeling anxiety, some worry, some excitement, and a board in his body get to him all at once. “Come here” she commanded nicely, even with a smile on her face and her son did as he was told. The teen brought himself a foot away from his mom, giving her full view of every body part. “What do you really want from me?” the mom asked. The son bowed his head for a second trying to think of something. When he looked up she slowly smiled and slowly kissed the tip of his long penis. “Mom, do you want a companion in bed tonight in bed” Frank asked when she was done. “No. Do you need it that badly” Maria asked. “Yes he said as she guided his hand into her crotch. It was so warm and moist in there that the teen didn’t want to leave it. His mother tried to look him straight in the face as it happened, but ended up leaning back a little and closing her eyes’ as she removed the hand.
“I guess I’m going to bed then,” the son said before kissing her. He was also thinking “fine, if this is my only chance to prove what I really think I’ll take it”. The kiss was long, deep, and sensual, but to cover his tracks at the end he apologized. Just inside the doorway of his room Frank watched Maria walk out into the elevated back porch. It had been raining lightly since he had cooked the meal, but now even that was over and having no neighbors always had given them big advantages. She went over to an edge of it and took down the whole robe.
The teen could take it no longer, watching and not doing anything, so he walked to the doorway of the porch quietly. She saw him coming over her shoulder and it made the son pause for a moment. “Frank, we’ve always been totally open with each other so I’ll tell you this, I have been with a lot of men before, but I really want to stay with you. You’re grown, more than many have, and I love you. In fact I lust for you too. So tell me what’s on your mind and we’ll go from there” the mother explained. “I love you the same way you love me and I’ve been wild for you for a long time” With that she turned around and signaled for her son to go to her.
When they were together both started making out and, to be safe, Frank stuck
his fingers back in her only to have Maria immediately shove it away and put her
clit where they both wanted it. Standing she was great, the woman just kept
bending down for a while until her son was on the edge of orgasm. “That is
enough for right now,” Maria said as she turned back around.
Frank wrapped his arms around her and watched the stars for a while; feeling is
muscle rock back and forth against a very skinny butt. When it was doe she
kissed him and told him she really, deeply, loved him, but that he should go to
bed. The 18-year-old obeyed trying to go to sleep while only succeeding in
resting.
He looked at his clock to find only an hour had passed. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about her so the lusty teen snuck into her bedroom and, finding his mother asleep, got into her bed. Gently he grabbed a breast from behind and squeezed, causing her to stretch and yawn. Frank only got to do this for a few minutes before she took his finger and sucked on it. Then she turned around and again caressed her son with all she had and he took all she could give thinking he would be done any time now.
Maria kept on while going far beneath the covers to give him all of the oral joy she could. When finally the son was pre-coming the mother came back up and got on top. He let his entire body go free as he held onto her while kissing the woman and finally moaning an orgasm.
Quickly the mother went down to suck off most of what her son had. Lord did he moan and didn’t think it would ever end. They asked each other if it would stay this way and since both were satisfied both slept together for a long time.
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GaySo, where I live I don't have much alone time. It is very hard to have privacy. There is one place I know I won't be bothered though, and that is the shower. I have a big tub with a removable shower head. I want to share my experience I had one day while taking a shower. It was a rare day when the house was quiet, everyone had gone to bed early and I was the last one up. I couldn't sleep at all so I thought a nice hot shower would help me relax. Boy, was I right about that. --- I start in my...
MasturbationIt was a pre-Olympic year and I did my best to try to make it to the Olympic Trials as a swimmer. I have to say I gave it a damn good shot, but also fell short of my goals. Perhaps if I had some coaching, and the necessary time to practice I could have done it, but working on my own I fell short. I traveled on my own some three towns away to where the competition was held and was sitting in the locker room trying to not openly cry over my failure. I disqualified in two of the three...
“Alright, alright… I’m awake.” Sam said in a low, morning voice. “It’s already 8:45 AM!” His father shouted from across the hall. “Come on, you heard your dad.” Mom said in a much lower voice. Mom exited the room, and went to wake up Katie, Sam’s older sister by 1 year. Sam and Katie were really close at childhood; puberty separated them a bit but they still talked all the time. And Katie was a very attractive 19-year-old, she acquired the same incredible genes her mother had. She had a...
I wander up the stairs after a long day of work. Man, it would be good to get something to eat, vegetate in front of a movie or something, and enjoy the AC for a while. Toss a couple cold ones back while I’m at it. Just do nothing for a change. I unlock my door and shamble in, tossing my jacket on the couch. I plop down on the sofa, and pick my foot up to untie the laces on my shoes. I flip them off, and remove my tie, next I start to unbutton my shirt. I toss my shoes by the door, and walk...