Like all boys I had a fascination with my mother, when they are the closest female to you for so long it’s only natural. I mean they raise you and teach you pretty much everything you know about the world, they are the first woman you are likely to see naked and the first one you kiss. So it’s kinda hard not to harbour feelings at least some thoughts about them, especially when the world assaults you with so many confusing thoughts about sexuality. Anyway I’m sort of going off topic, well a little. I guess I’ll start by saying my mom and I have had a pretty close relationship. She never coddled or babied me, she may have been a tiny bit over protective. Tell me there isn’t a mother out there that isn’t a little though, if they actually love you. She had me when she was quite young, still in high school in fact. Which meant she is only in her mid thirties. She is really attractive and looked after herself, so all my mates used to tell me how much they wanted to plough her. Hey I don’t blame them, she was a milf. She is fuller bodied, not fat but thick if you get my meaning. She has luscious, curly, blonde, shoulder length hair and had it where it counted. Well when you are full of hormones you can’t help but take notice of that stuff; you know what I’m talking about. She has a heavy E cup up top and a bubble butt that she made no effort of hiding. Quite often she wears tights which cling around each bit of her roundness, driving me nuts. It was hard not to look with my balls controlling me most of the time.
I was of that age where you just want to fuck everything and her looking the way she did, really didn’t help. I found there were days where I’d walk in on her doing yoga in the lounge, her butt pointing in the air in all its glory, I was gone; I just had to run up to my room and relieve myself. When the urge takes you it’s hard to stop, especially with that kind of temptation in your face. Anyway, I was getting by with fantasy for a long time. The occasional peak when she getting out of the shower gave me more fuel for the spank bank. Anyway enough about all this stuff it’s time to get to the meat of it as it were.
So my mom was single, it wasn’t that she hadn’t been on dates, I mean it wasn’t hard for her to get them especially when she looked the way she did. I guess she’d never really hit it off with any of them; she was looking for something more special. My dad left when I was pretty young and I hadn’t seen her have any seriously men in her life for any amount of time. I became a lot of her world I guess. She was never ungrateful of that either and neither was I. I liked that we were close; she was the most amazing woman I’d ever known after all. I knew I was a momma’s boy; I went to her with pretty much everything and she always offered advice. She was always there for cuddle whenever I needed it. It was going to be hard for me to meet a girl that could fill her shoes. I’d only had one girlfriend throughout my high school years and it hadn’t ended well. She was too focussed on her popularity for us to be anything real. See that was the difference in my relationship with my mother, I came first and she always came first for me; hard to meet up to that kind of bond.
Anyway life went on pretty much as normal until my curiosity got the better of me. Like I said I was going through changes, ones that make you want to do shit you’ve never done before. I wanted to be with a woman, I wanted to smell one, taste one, everything. High school was fucked though, sure there were nice looking girls but all the school yard shit would get in the way of me being able to talk to them or getting to know them properly. To make things worst it was the last year of high school, which meant I was about to meet a whole heap of new girls I’d have to try to get to know. I was in my prime and there was no one close enough to me to mean anything. So I was alone, which meant I had a ton of pent up frustration, questions and desires that were going completely unfulfilled. Not to mention having to come home to a gorgeous woman wearing tight clothing around me all the time. It was too much for me to handle, something had to change or something was going to break. The thing that broke was my resolve, that little guy in your head that says don’t do that. In this case it was snooping around in my mother’s room.
It was a day filled with pent up frustration where my curiosity got the better of me. Mom wasn’t there when I got home and the house was quiet. I called out but got no response. I dropped my bag on the floor and made my way to my room and closed the door. I was particularly horny so I turned on my comp and went cruising for porn. I usually on did it when I knew mom was asleep or not around. Mature porn was my usual taste for obvious reasons. Anyway within a few minutes I’d stumbled on an awesome little clip of a boy slipping into his mother’s room to grab a pair of panties out of her laundry basket before she catches him red handed and decides to help him out with his little problem. Then the idea hit me like a punch in the face. “Should Escort Bayan Gaziantep I?” I said out loud as if voicing it would it would give me any insight. Really I’d already made my decision and I was just pretending that I hadn’t.
It was the first time I’d ever gone this far but I was curious. So curious with all women in general but because she was the closest and the one I lived with, she was the closest of my affections. I crept outside my room as if I was trying to be quiet only before slipping her door open, realising what I was doing and how redundant it was. Mom’s room was relatively clean so it wasn’t hard to find what I was looking for. As if she’d prepared them for me earlier there they were, sitting neatly on top of her dirty washing basket. A pair of pinkish cotton panties, with a lace worked front. They were super cute too. Not sure why she was buying nice-ish underwear considering she wasn’t wearing them to impress anyone but I wasn’t complaining. I picked them up in my right hand and fingered the material. It was soft and comfortable in my palm. I couldn’t resist bringing them up to my face. I positioned them so that the strip of her pubic area was open to the middle of my hand and I brought it close to my nose. The closer they got, the sweet smell of her sex grew stronger. It was unique, like nothing I had smelt before. I pressed the cotton the tip of my nose and inhaled the fragrance. It was a mix of fresh cotton, sweat and candy. It was sweet, pungent and intoxicating. I was lost in the moment of experiencing something new and wonderful. It made me as hard as a rock. The scent made me imagine what she could taste like. My head was swimming with taboo lustful thoughts.
For a moment I felt wrong. Like what the hell was I doing? As much as I wanted to take the panties and wack off I decided against it. I placed them back down on top of the pile where she’d left them and proceeded to the door. I opened the door and proceeded to leave when another epiphany hit me. “I wonder?” Again I said out loud, another thought driving into my brain like a rail spike. I turned around and headed back into her room. Knowing her predictability, it wouldn’t be hard to find. I walked straight over to her dresser and opened up her panty draw. I place my hand down on the pairs of panties and felt a solid object from underneath the pile. I smiled to myself and my intuition. I mean it wasn’t a complete stab in the dark but I was still pleased with myself. I had heard her a few times. It would be late at night and I would hear the low purr of the device underneath her sheets, her soft moans penetrating our thin walls.
Staring down at her silky undergarments I lifted the pile from the right side presented the solid object at the bottom. There at the bottom of the draw lay her toy man. About five inches long, white and made of plastic, sat the device that spent many of an hour inside her delight of delights. I picked it up in my hand and examined it. It was no bigger or thicker than my phallus. I imagined how she would use it, plunging it in and out. I brought it up to nose, mostly it smelt of plastic but the feint scent of her still remained. I stood there in awe of actually holding it in my hands when I heard the front door creak open. I panicked almost dropping the device.
“Dillon, I’m home,” she called out in her sweet chirpy voice as she stepped in to the house, her shoes clunking down on to the hard wooden floors. I quickly jammed the vibrator back under her knickers and bolted out of her room. Thankfully from the front door she couldn’t see straight into her room but we almost collided with me in the hall. I put on the brakes at the last second.
“Woah young man, why you in such a hurry?” She asked almost dropping her handbag.
“Uh, oh…” I said stammering. “I just wanted to come give you a hug,” I said awkwardly smiling.
“A little eager aren’t we?” She said looking at me questioningly.
“I just missed you a lot today,” I said throwing my arms around her.
“Aw,” she exhaled returning my embrace, placing her chin on my shoulder. “You make coming home so worth it,” she said squeezing me tightly.
It hadn’t occurred to me prior but now it was obviously. I was sporting a severe boner and she was holding me tight. It was currently pressed against the tight material of her dress. I froze hoping that she wouldn’t notice. I’m guessing she hadn’t because she didn’t say anything or flinch. When she let go I positioned myself so she could walk past to her bedroom.
“So what would you like for dinner?” She asked walking into her room, leaving her door open. I stood in the hall too freaked to move as to create suspicion.
“I’m easy,” I replied, “whatever you want.”
“I was thinking steak, peas and corn,” she said plopping her bag on her bed and unzipping the back of her dress. I thought I should look away but my eyes were fixed on her. It’s as if I was paralysed by her beauty.
She slipped the dress down from her shoulders and pushed it down to the floor, tilting her butt in my direction as she did it. There she was just in her white bra and matching white g-string. My cock twitched inside my pants, I moved slightly, adjusting myself where I stood. She turned around and walked over to her closet out of view.
“Does that sound good?” She asked from around the corner.
“Um, yeah,” I said my voice cracking. “Sounds great.” Within a minute she walked out of her room wearing a baggy low cut tee and her yoga tights. She smiled at me as she passed by to take her regular exercising spot in the lounge.
She looked over to me still leaning against the wall.
“Are you ok?” she asked looking concerned. I shook myself from my daze to reply.
“Ah, yeah I’m fine,” I said turning to go to my room. “I’ve got homework to do.”
“Ok,” she replied smiling unconvincingly. “If you need any help let me know.”
“Will do,” I said pivoting as to point my tented pants away from her before stepping behind my door. I leant on the door and closed it shut behind me. I just stood for a few moments freaking out at how close that was, if I was to do it again I’d have to make sure there was no way she would catch me. My head was still spinning and I was still erect. I crawled in my bed and pealed back my jocks to reveal my raging hard on. The images of her bent over still fresh in my mind; I wrapped my right hand around and shaft and squeezed on it tightly. I was so aroused that it didn’t take long for my dick to erupt, spurting my seed all over the sheets of my bed. The orgasm was intense, almost as if it was more powerful than any I’d had before. The combination of almost getting caught and the taboo images of her body had pushed me over the edge so fast. Unlike usual the feelings hadn’t subsided, I still wanted more and I wanted to see more.
I had to pull myself together and try to focus on something else. I grabbed the homework from my bag and threw my books on the desk. I sat down and tried to narrow my attention, analysing the equations for my maths exam that wasn’t too far away. It was extremely difficult to think of anything but her plump fluffy cheeks pointing in my direction. I stumbled around my homework for a good hour or so before I heard a knock on my door. The door creaked open and she poked her head around the door.
“Dinners almost ready,” she said as the waft of the garlic finally made it to my room.
“Awesome,” I said smiling at her before she slipped back out. I stood up from my desk and stretched. Now all I had to do was not stare at her during dinner.
I walked out to the kitchen to see her serving up, back turned to me. I tried hard not to stare at her well shaped behind but it was difficult. I sat at the dinner table and tried to look everywhere else with little success. She plonked the plate down in front of me and sat opposite from me at the dinner table. A thin sheen of sweat gleamed off her naked skin. Obviously from her little work out in the lounge. Her cleavage shined in the kitchen light and again I tried not to stare.
“So how was school?” She asked after shaking the salt onto her corn.
“Oh you know same old but you already know how much I like Wednesdays. How was yours?”
“Well while you were still in bed at home I was answering phones. This new system at work is driving me crazy,” she said placing a perfectly cut piece of meat onto her tongue.
“Ok, you win. You have it worse than me,” I said smiling.
“You bet your ass I do. I wish I could sleep in til ten and had only four classes before I got to come home.”
“Trade you for a day,” I said laughing.
“Somehow I don’t think I could pass for a high schooler,” she chuckled.
“I don’t know mom, you’re still pretty fine,” I said in disbelief of what I’d just said.
“You are too sweet, I’m not all that,” she said blushing.
“If you say so,” I said not sure how to respond. She cocked an eyebrow at me.
“What do you mean by that? Are you trying to say I am all that?” I suddenly got a little nervous.
“Well… I guess… I mean yeah… Umm you’re really pretty and you know…” I said stammering like a moron. She was smiling, beaming from ear to ear.
“And what, sweety?” She asked leaning a little more forward tipping her shirt lower, accidently presenting more of her cleavage to me.
“And you look young and stuff,” I said shovelling a mouthful of peas in my gob. She just laughed.
“Are you fishing for a raise?” She asked swirling her fork at me.
“Nope just telling the truth,” I said trying not to look her in the eye. She just leant back in her seat and smiled coyly.
We didn’t speak for the rest of the meal until I’d finished.
“So sweet talker,” she said looking over to me. “I guess you expect me to wash up for you now?”
“Nah, I’ll do that for you. It’s the least I can do for you making dinner,” I said picking up my plate. She smiled sweetly at me.
“How did I raise such a charming boy?”
“Probably because you are awesome,” I said taking the plate of her.
“I wish other men thought so,” she said chuckling.
“I’m pretty sure they do,” I said placing them into the sink. She stepped up from the table, stood behind me and threw her arms around my stomach. She pressed herself into my back, her breasts squishing softly against me.
“You are the best,” she said kissing me on the back of the head. “If I could only find a good man like you,” she said sighing into my ear. It was like music to my ears that she would ever voice anything like that.
“I’d be a lucky guy if I could find someone like you mom,” I replied wrapping my arms around hers lost in the moment. We stood there for longest time in our embrace. It was tight, warm and comfortable. She placed her lips on my cheek and then pulled away.
“Thanks sweety,” she said walking out of the kitchen.
I stood there with my thoughts racing as I cleaned the dinner dishes. She probably has no idea how much torture that was. All I wanted to do was turn around and kiss her and feel her warm body pressing against me. I finished up the dishes and walked up to the lounge to see her in front of tv with her legs up.
“What you up to?” she asked turning to me.
“Nothing now,” I replied scanning the tv. She patted on the couch next to her.
“Come watch something with me then.” I sat down next to her and she snuggled up to me.
“I was thinking about watching that new super hero show, you interested?”
“Yeah sounds good.”
She pulled the couch blanket over and threw in on our laps and we started to watch. I was surprised she’d picked it; I didn’t think it would be up her alley but she seemed to be enjoying it. I was trying to focus on the show but it was a little hard when she was wrapped around my arm. One thing I noticed though was I was surprised by how much sex was in the show. It seemed like every ten minutes someone was getting their kit off. It was a little weird watching it with her. Each time someone was getting a bit naughty I’d peek at her and she would breathe a little differently. I became hard each time I looked at her. I couldn’t help it. When it finished, we jumped straight into another one and then another. By the time it was all over I felt like I was going to burst.
“How good is this show?” She said looking up to me when we decided to call it a night.
“I am actually surprised. Well sort of, I mean British stuff usually has better writers than your average American show,” I said still not moving from her wrapped around my arm.
“Looks like we might have to do more of this tomorrow night,” she said squeezing my arm before kissing me on the cheek.
“Sounds pretty good to me,” I replied as she made her way up from the couch.
She stood up and adjusted her top, her luscious cheeks not far from my face.
“Well night,” she said walking past me and off to her room. I sat seated until she’d left for fear of showing her my twitching boner. I stood up awkwardly and plodded bow legged to my bedroom. I threw of my clothes and slipped under the sheets. I was so horny but decided to just lie there and think about her before I smeared the sheets with my excitement. The funny thing was that waiting to do it had paid off. Not long after the light beneath my door vanished I heard a familiar noise coming from the very thin walls. It was the low hum of mom’s best friend. I lay as still as I could and listened intently. The masked vibrations were overshot by muffled moans. Her pants and sharp breaths were enough to drive me nuts. I gripped onto my manhood tightly and tugged gently, trying to match my rhythm with her pleasurable sounds. I daydreamed her sitting on top of me riding me slowly and sensually. With each sound she made, the more real it felt. Her pace began to quicken and soon I could tell she was on the verge, it’s just as lucky because I was only seconds away from complete eruption. I slowed to hold on just for the briefest of moments until I knew she was right on the precipice. Her moans built to a stifled high pitched squeal as she no doubt shoved her face into the pillow. It was as if the resonance of her orgasm had heightened mine. It was even more enrapturing than before. I myself had to turn into my pillow as I grunted when my love squirted out, splattering across my less than clean linen.
I panted heavily and hoped to god, she hadn’t heard me. Suddenly it was awfully quiet in the house. All I heard was the sound of the hard plastic being placed on her night stand, then nothing. I feared to make a sound. Lying very still I waited for any indication that she was going to stir. I heard nothing until I heard her roll in her bed. It sounded like she was done for the night. It was just as well as I needed to take a wicked piss. I pulled up my derps and crept out of my bedroom, hoping not to make the door or the floor boards creek as I made my way down to the bathroom. I turned on the light and left the door open. I pointed my still erect cock downwards towards the bowl, aiming as best as I could when I heard footsteps down the hall. I quickly closed the door as quick as I could.