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This story is entirely fictional. The characters in this story are over the age of 18, are not real, nor are they in any way related to any real living individual. The intent is strictly for the enjoyment of all readers, and it is not an endorsement of any theme and/or lifestyle.
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It was the first day back of the new semester. I was pretty happy with my new roster as it gave me a ton of study time on or off campus. I had a few short days which meant I could always go home if I wanted and one full on crammed day. Monday was a nice short day, finishing around 2:30. As it had been my first day back I didn’t really have to stick around and I rushed home. As I walked up my street I noticed my mums car. I knew she had Mondays off but as to what she did with them I had no clue. My last semester I had a late one on Monday arvo meaning I didn’t get home til roughly 4ish. My mother being a creature of habit though was probably doing what she did every Monday around this time. She loved routines and very rarely deviated from the plan. Knowing she was likely in the lounge I crept in hoping not to startle her. To my surprise she wasn’t there. I made my way across the lounge into the kitchen, yet she wasn’t there either. I gathered she must be upstairs cleaning or having a shower. I just hoped she wasn’t in my room again “tidying” up. She was on my case regularly about the neatness of my room. She preferred an orderly house and my room was far from orderly. I decided to head up to see if she was rummaging around.
When I climbed the stairs though I could hear something coming from her room. It wasn’t the usual kind of noises I would attribute to cleaning. Her door was slightly ajar so I crept closer. As I reached the frame I leant forward ever so slightly and peered into the room. What met my eyes threw me for a moment. There was mom completely naked, hunched over on her bed, facing the door and plunging a purple dildo furiously in and out of her vagina.
Now to me this was completely out of the ordinary. My mother to me never seemed the sexual type. I mean obviously all ladies need it just as guys do but when it’s your mom you usually don’t think about it. I wouldn’t say she was a prude either, just conservative. She didn’t go flashing her skin around all over the place. She wore close that covered her up most of the time. She was in her early 40’s and not unattractive, she was just a larger lady probably around the hundred kilo mark. As far as I was concerned she didn’t even speak about sex let alone partake in any sexual actions. Yet here she was right in front of my eyes, pounding her pussy and moaning rather loudly.
She obviously had no idea I’d be home. All last semester I was home later, so she must have just forgot. Hell I didn’t mind though, I mean I gathered she’s been lonely since her and dad split last year. I’m just glad she’s not out there with some dirty bastard or getting hurt again. What was happening here was completely natural, I just never thought I’d witness it. I mean my mom has an attractive nature about her and I’ve seen her naked a few times like getting out of the shower but never like this. Never so raw and erotic. I just stood there dumb struck unable to move, I couldn’t even look away. It’s like time had slowed down and I was standing there for hours.
The whole scene was exquisite, the sights, the sounds and even the smells. The scent of her sex drifted on the air as the plastic dick squelched in her juices. Her thick, curly, dark hair was wild and clung to the sweat on her cheeks. Her face was wracked with pleasure in this most private of moments. I had never witnessed a more arousing event, not even on the internet. My pants were bursting at the seams as I breathed in sharp short breaths. My cock was pressed hard against my slacks. Pulsating in anticipation of release. I wanted so bad to reach down in to my pants and tug hard on my rock solid member. I could tell she was closing in on her orgasm though. Her moans got louder and closer together and within moments she crashed back on the bed with a mighty scream. I quickly darted to my room hoping she hadn’t noticed me.
I sat in my room staring at the wall, just processing the extremely sexual, homecoming show. I couldn’t focus and decided to just watch a film to get my mind off things. I sat there for an hour and a half barely taking in any of the moving pictures in front of me. My mind was racing so I decided to head down stairs for a bite to eat. As I stepped into the kitchen I was met by mom, now fully clothed in a black, long, conservative number and she was wearing her glasses. There she was happily prepping dinner.
“Oh David,” she said somewhat surprised. “I didn’t hear you come in. Have you been home for ling?” I gathered I should probably lie. I didn’t want to embarrass her or make her feel uncomfortable.
“Nah. I’ve only been home about five minutes. Got another late class on Mondays.”
“Well that’s ok,” she said smiling at me. “It still wont cut in to our night of fun.”
She was speaking about Monday nights. In an effort to bond more and have mother and son time we devised that Mondays would be our designated hang time. Most nights we’d Ankara escort play games. Card games, board games, video games or sometimes we’d even watch movies. This again refers back to the routine I spoke of earlier. Mom loved planning things. I had a feeling though this evening was going to be interesting after this afternoon. As she spoke I noticed I was looking at her in a different way. She looked at me funny for a second.
“Are you ok?” She asked.
“Oh ummm yeah,” I replied stuttering. “Long day is all, my brain is just a bit fried.”
“Well you better un-fry it mister,” she said poking fun. “We have a big night of board games planned.”
“Oh I’ll be with it enough to kick your butt,” I said giving her a bit back. She just smiled and turned back to the counter.
“Well you go do whatever it is that you have to do and I’ll see you back here at six sharp.” I grabbed a muesli bar from the cupboard and headed back upstairs.
Oh god I thought to myself. Got to focus. Just relax and pretend like nothing happened. I jumped on to my computer and started playing this shooter I’d recently got into. Yet no matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t get my head in the game. I kept getting rolled over and over again. Before I’d even realized how long I’d been playing though I heard her calling for dinner. I made my way down to the lounge and sat at the dining table. We had the usual chit chat about our days and what not and I didn’t talk too much. After doing the dishes and clearing the kitchen we both retired to the lounge for our games night.
Mom pulled out scrabble to start the evening. I sat on the couch as she placed the board on the coffee table. As she put the pieces down she bent over in front of me. Her big, round, butt was practically inches from my face. Now any other night I would have thought nothing of it but this wasn’t any normal night. For a moment I just stared at it. Almost visualizing the pale skin underneath her thick dress. I could feel a stirring again in my pants. She peered back at me sitting there.
“Well are you going to help me or are you just going to watch me?” She said snidely. I have no idea if she’d noticed me staring at her butt. I leapt around the table and sat quickly on the floor.
“Here, I’ll do this side,” I said grinning, hoping not to raise suspicion of my strange behavior.
After a while though I straightened out, focused on our games night and the evening went smoothly. Once lying in bed I decided to let the days weirdness wash away. I plopped my head on the pillow and just crashed out.
The rest of the week was uneventful and things had gotten back to normal. However It didn’t end there. Again the next Monday I returned home early. I’d done a lot of study on the weekend and didn’t really need to stay back. I slipped in the door once again and made it up the stair to be met by a familiar sound. It seemed that 2:30 on a Monday afternoon mom thought it would be a great time to get out some tension. I slowly crept over to her door once again to find it ajar. There she was, in all her glory, entertaining herself with her favorite toy. Immediately my cock was pushing at my zip. The urge was too strong as I slipped my hand down and wrapped it tight around my manhood. I gripped at it and gradually moved my fist up and down. It was the most intense masturbation I’d ever felt. Watching my mother get off as I was satisfying myself was mind blowing. As she began to moan louder, I knew I couldn’t hold on and sprayed a stream strongly in to my jocks. I sat for a moment getting back my strength but before I knew it mom had already orgasmed and was walking around the room. I stumbled to my bedroom, hoping I hadn’t made too much noise.
Again I sat in my room for a while with the door closed. Until I knew it was safe to go say hi. This time when I saw mom I noticed something a little different. She was wearing something a little more comfortable and revealing. She was dressed in track pants, which she rarely got around in, but her top had a bit of cleavage.
“Looking good mom,” I said nodding at her.
“Pfft,” she said. “Just wanted to be comfortable.”
“Just don’t see you being comfortable often.”
“Thought I’d try something different,” she said with a bit of a smirk.
“Watch out, mums breaking the routine,” I laughed. She just flicked a tea-towel at me in a playful manner.
“See you at six,” she said pointing her finger and me and scrunching up her face.
That night passed again with very little difference. I just tried harder to not ogle her. Was made more difficult due to her leaning from time to time but I managed. That week I didn’t see or hear anything again. Like clockwork Monday rolled around and low and behold all was on show. At 2:30 on the dot, I was home and peering in to her room. We pleased ourselves in unison, only thing was she had no idea I was there. Once I was done I followed the routine. I came down around 4:00 for a snack and a chit chat. This afternoon I was pleasantly surprised to see her wearing something different for the second time. She was showing more skin than I’d ever seen from her; well clothed anyway. She wore an above the Ankara escort bayan knee skirt and top that show off more of her ample bosomed cleavage.
“Wow mom, what were you up to today?” I said only after taking all of her in.
“Oh, nothing,” she replied casually. “Just down to the shops.”
“So what’s the deal with the new look?”
“I just felt like dressing up a little.”
“Well I approve.” I said coming off way weirder than I thought it would in my head.
“At least some one has taken notice,” she said laughing.
“Hard not to when you look that good.” Holy crap what was I thinking, I was practically hitting on my mom. Scale it back cowboy.
“Oh stop it,” she said shyly. “You shouldn’t tease.”
“Neither should you,” I said gesturing to what she was wearing. She laughed again.
“If it’s too much I can always go take it off.” Yes please I thought, that would be much better. I knew I could have some fun with this though.
“Wouldn’t you being in your underwear though be more distracting?”
“You cheeky shit,” she cooed. “You know what I meant.”
“I was kidding mom. It’s fine. I like the new look and I’ll see it again in a few hours,” I said darting out of the kitchen.
As I returned to my room, my pulse was up and I began to sweat. I was on the verge of flirting with my own mother and it felt fun. I began going over ways I could play with words and see how far I could push it. For the next few hours I’d planned some probing questions for our family fun night. At dinner we just chatted the usual amount and went through the routine. First game we decide to play was Scattergories. We set up everything and I took my place on the floor. Mom sat opposite me on the couch, she rolled the dice and began scribbling away. For a moment I took of eyes off the page to think when I noticed something. The way she was sitting wasn’t overly lady like. I had a perfect position to look up her skirt. I just froze for a moment, before glancing away. Thankfully she hadn’t noticed and was still engulfed in her answers.
My eyes slowly trailed back to between her legs. I followed the smooth skin of her thick thighs up into the dark patch in the middle. From here I couldn’t really see much as her legs were too close together. That sight alone was enough to make me rock solid in the pants department though. I tried to get back to the game but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The timer rang and threw me out of my stupor.
“Times up,” she said.
“That was quick. I didn’t really answer much.” I’d gotten two answers jotted down before I lost concentration. She went through her answers and she slayed me that round.
“Are you ok? It’s usually a lot closer than that.”
“My brains a bit out of it tonight, I’ll give it another shot though,” I said trying harder to focus on the page. Mom rolled the dice again and hit the timer. Sitting back she adjusted herself, this time making it way worse for me. This time her legs were parted that little bit more revealing a brightly colored pair of panties. My pants were feeling even tighter as my cock rose ever higher. My eyes flicked back and forward from my sheet to her mound. Occasionally she would look up and I’d look away, pretending like I was thinking. Again my answers were poor not for lack of trying.
“I don’t think this is your game tonight,” she said.
“Yeah I’m in more of a movie mood I think,” I said thinking of any other activity.
“Any preference?”
“Nah surprise me,” I said maneuvering around the table as she got up to grab a dvd. I was just hoping she hadn’t noticed the tent I was pitching.
I plonked on the couch and strategically placed a cushion on my crutch. She threw on some romantic comedy she said I had to see and sat down next to me. I didn’t mind, I was happy to watch anything at this point. I probably wasn’t going to be paying much attention to the movie anyway. From the position I currently sat I could see a lot of boob. She wasn’t making it very easy for me tonight. I thought back to my questions though. This was the perfect opportunity to ask being what the film was about. I waited until they had introduced the love interest and asked.
“Have you met anyone lately?” She looked over at me quizzically.
“No, not really. I’m not really looking. Why?”
“Oh it’s just the change of clothes. I thought maybe you were trying to catch someones eye.” She just laughed.
“Well maybe I am a little,” she replied smiling.
“Really?” I said with raised inflection in my voice. “Do you think he noticed?”
“I think he might have,” she said coyly.
“That’s great mom. I’d just wanted to let you know I’m ok with you seeing someone. I mean if you want to of course.”
“Thank you sweetheart,” she said tapping my hand. We just sat there for a moment before she spoke again. “Have you got your eye on anyone?”
I thought about the best way to answer in a sly manner. Hinting at something but not giving anything away.
“There might be a girl. But I’m not sure if she see’s me that way.”
“You mean in an attraction sense?”
“Yeah, I mean she’s more mature than me.”
“What’s Escort Ankara not to like about my handsome boy though?” She said wrapping an arm around me and pulling me to her bosom before kissing me on the head.
“Awww, thanks mom,” I replied wrapping my arms around her and hugging her waist.
We stayed that way hugging for a while, before my hands lowered to her lap. mom right hand moved up to my hair and and she ran her fingers through it in circles. I was so relaxed, I didn’t even noticed my left hand caressing the outer of my mums thigh. Something just felt so right about it all though. It was comfortable and loving. We stayed that way until the movie finished. she gave me a bit of a squeeze and kissed me on the forehead before we got up and left for bed. I slept well that night, warm and happy. After that night I saw her wear more revealing clothes. She’d given away the conservative duds for sexier numbers, more cleavage and leg. Whoever the guy was he’d be taking notice now for sure. It was getting harder for me to not walk around with a hard on all the time. I was just relieving myself a lot more than usual in an attempt to keep it down. This turned out for an interesting encounter.
It was a Thursday afternoon and mom was in the kitchen. I walked in to see her on all fours getting something out of one of the low cupboards. I just stood and stared at her ass until her words threw me out of my daze.
“Hey honey,” she said turning around and sitting down.
“Ah, what are you doing?”
“Oh there was just a pan down here I needed. Mind helping your old mom up?” She said reaching for my hand. I reached down and gave a strong pull on her arm. She rocketing up and stumbled into me. Pushing me back against the oven. Her body squished hard up against me. My massive errection was pressed firm into her skirt fabric.
“Oops,” she said laughing. I laughed nervously hoping she wouldn’t realize. “You ok honey? I didn’t crush you too much did I?”
“No I’m fine. Don’t know my own strength,” I said laughing.
“That could have gone a lot worse.”
“Or better,” I said laughing again.
“Anyway, how was your day?” She asked. We proceeded to have a quick chat but still realizing I had a rock hard boner I left as soon as I could.
I went up to my room and lay on the best, before long my shorts were on the floor and I was spanking the monkey. I was so involved that I didn’t even notice the door swing open.
“Honey I was just…” Mom said as my door opened. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” She continued as she stood there averting her eyes. I was paniced, I grabbed a pillow and shoved it over my crotch.
“Don’t you knock!” I screamed.
“I’m so sorry honey,” she said backing out of my room and closing the door. I just lay there for a moment not hearing any movement. Then I heard from behind the door.
“Can I please come in?”
“Yeah,” I said scrambling for my shorts extremely embarrassed. She slowly walked in with a silly grin on her face.
“It’s ok honey, it’s only natural.” She took a seat next to me on the bed.
“I know mom. I just don’t think you needed to see it is all.” She just scoffed.
“I’ve seen worse. Anyway it’s only fair,” she said cheekily.
“Wait, what?” I said getting very nervous.
“You were watching me on Monday weren’t you?” Oh crap, I thought. She knows. How am I going to explain this.
“Mom, I, uh was…” I said stammering.
“It’s ok David,” she said in a comforting manner. “I get that all boys and girls at your age get curious. I spied on my brother once when I was your age. It’s only natural.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was so embarrassed. I couldn’t think of the right words to say.
“I’m so sorry. I got off early from school and I came upstairs…” I said frantically.
“Don’t be. It’s fine. Now harm done,” she said grabbing my hand. “And if there is any sexual questions you have I’d rather you come to me than the internet. Clear?” I laughed and gave a goofy smile.
“Clear.”
“That’s my boy,” she said smiling. “See you at dinner?”
“Yup,” I replied as she got up to leave.
Oh my god, my head was spinning. She knew I was watching. I felt like dying right there. I so can’t watch her again… Wait. She knew I was watching and she didn’t stop. She didn’t say anything. What did that mean? She said it was ok and it was natural. Maybe she thought I was curious and didn’t want to scold me. I don’t know. Knowing that I wasn’t going to be able to just stop watching her I’d have to be more careful. So when Monday finally came around I was careful.
I came home at the same time, yet I crept up the stairs like a cat. I got low to the ground and slunk up to her door. Familiar sounds echoed from the room but what I saw this time was different. There was mom on the bed, on all fours, with her butt facing the door. Her left arm was hung over her back and in her hand was a large, bulbous butt plug that was ramming in and out of her puckered ass hole. Her right arm hung underneath as her fingers rubbed against her clitoris. She was moaning loudly as the butt plug penetrated her deeply. I lent up to get a better view of this erotic sight. I took my cock in my hand and began to pump away as my mother screamed in ecstasy. In between her whimpers I could hear her whispering words. I listened closely to see if I could hear. When she moaned louder.
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