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The sexual fantasies about my mother refused to stop. The harder I tried to block them, the more vividly they appeared. She popped into my mind when I masturbated, no matter the cause of my original arousal. I imagined her lips on mine, her hand on my throbbing erection, her riding me cowgirl, breasts bouncing a backbeat to the rhythm of her hips.
Just seeing her started the wheels turning. When she faced me, I tried to make out the shape of her breasts or the hard little buds of her areola through her shirt. From behind, I'd grown obsessed with discovering if she wore panties and what cut. I searched for the lines of her vulva any time she bent over.
Strangest of all, my mother held no physical appeal for me. Sure, she sported a narrow waist, hips that curved beautifully into round legs, and breasts the size of grapefruits, all on a five-foot-six-inch frame. She presented a striking figure in the right clothes. Most of my friends liked it. But her backside jiggled a little too much and her breasts hung a little too low for my taste. And her thickish facial features and mousy brown hair failed to impress me one way or the other.
So, what caused me to wonder about the state of her pubic hair? Why did I wonder what type of inner labia hid between her legs? For the love of everything, what cruel trick of the cosmos kept dropping her into my fantasies, usually right in my naked lap?
"Honey! Stop staring at my breasts," mom whispered across the table.
I snapped back to the moment. "Sorry, mom. I zoned out for a minute."
"Everything okay?"
"Good Mexican food always does that to me," I said, smiling and sipping my tea. Not a complete lie, but I knew she wore a thin bra that showed her nipples in the restaurant's chill air conditioning.
She agreed, and we asked for doggy bags to take the rest of our meals home. I studied her round butt and shapely legs on the way back to the car. She needed to get some sun. It didn't stop passing men from stealing glances in her direction.
"I expect it from them," she said, once in the car.
"What?" I truly did not know.
"Honey, I've noticed the way you look at me lately."
"I think you're imagining things."
"Please. I blind person could see you staring."
"Well, I apologize, if that happened."
She blew a frustrated breath through her nose. "We need to discuss this, honey, before it becomes a problem."
I Denizli Escort (http://www.denizliescort.org) tried denying it again and promising to pay more attention to my actions. Mom refused to accept it. I figured out quickly that I could fill her in on my issues, or cut my weekend visit short and never come back. Faced with those options, I came clean and gave her the PG version of my problem.
"It happens more often than you think, honey. Usually before twenty-five, but it's normal."
"Really?"
"Your friend's moms used to tell me all the time about their sons trying to sneak peeks in the shower, or using their dirty panties to gratify themselves," she said. "You never did any of those things. Late bloomer, I guess."
"It never occurred to me."
"Probably why it's hitting you so hard now."
She had no idea how hard. Just this conversation gave me a massive erection. "I'll work on the staring thing."
"Try to keep it discrete, and I'll ignore the rest. Now that I know."
"Very cool, mom. Thanks."
"You might catch me staring at that monster in your pants, though."
Okay. She noticed. "Mom!"
"If you can enjoy my body, why can't I enjoy yours?"
Good point. "Fair enough."
"Does that happen anytime you see me?"
I nodded. "Worse when I think of you. Without you in the room, my imagination runs away with itself."
"What if you actually saw me naked?"
"Excuse me?"
"It might help," she said, "to satisfy your curiosity."
It sounded great, but help? Most likely help make my fantasies even more vivid. "It might make it worse."
"Your choice, honey. Just let me know."
"I want to, mom," I told her. "But as horny as thinking about it makes me, I don't think I could wait until I left to, um, relieve myself."
She chuckled. "Just like old times."
I chuckled, too, more out of embarrassment than humor. "It wouldn't bother you, though, me masturbating to you naked, and you knowing it?"
"Stroke it while you look, honey. I don't care."
This chuckle covered my discomfort. I hoped. "When did you learn to talk like that?"
"Honey, just because you've never heard it doesn't mean I've never done it."
What other surprises hid beneath her motherly demeanor? "I don't know if I could masturbate in the same room with you."
"Aw! My shy little boy." She reached over to rub my leg, intentionally Denizli Escort Bayan (http://www.denizliescort.org) winding me up.
"Okay. Okay." I moved her hand from my thigh. "I'll finish right here if you keep that up."
"Here, now. I just had the care detailed," mom said, making us both laugh.
We changed subjects, discussing our meal, my job, and mom's life now that my sisters had moved out. "Thanks for lunch," I said, following her into the house.
She looked pointedly at my crotch. "You need to let me show you the dessert menu. Or go to your room and imagine it."
"Mom!"
"Honey, you can't spend the rest of today, tomorrow, and half of Sunday like this," she said. "You'll lose feeling in your legs."
"Did you mean what you said in the car?" I asked.
"About seeing me naked?"
"And, you know, while I looked."
"Masturbating?" I nodded. "Of course, honey. I don't say things I don't mean."
"What about society? And the police?"
"Well, obviously, we can never breathe a word of it," she said. "Otherwise, I think two adults can do whatever they want. If you can live with the decision."
"I can," I said, feeling defensive.
"So, I take it you want to?" I nodded again. "Bring a towel from the closet and meet me in my bedroom in your birthday suit in five minutes."
Oh, my gosh! This was happening. I stripped out of my clothes in my old bedroom, grabbed a bath towel, and headed for mom's room. I tapped on the door. "Mom?"
"Come in, honey."
Mom stood in front of her dresser, brushing her long hair. Her reflection looked at me from the big mirror. I didn't need to imagine what she wore under the ankle-length terrycloth robe. I knew. The thought sent butterflies through my stomach. My heart beat like a jackhammer against my breastbone, and my chest felt heavy when I inhaled.
Mom turned to face me. "First, nice cock, sweetie. It looks beautiful. Second, calm down. You don't want to pass out before you see the show."
I'd lost the ability to speak somewhere between my room and hers. I barely managed a jerky nod.
"Get comfortable on the bed," mom directed. "Sit on the towel, so I don't have to change the sheets when we finish."
Mom turned around and dropped her robe. One look at her bare shoulders and naked ass, and I knew I'd come up with my criticisms as a denial tactic. Her ass jiggled, but stood out nice and round. Escort Denizli (http://www.denizliescort.org) She bent over, giving me a good look at a beautiful vagina. Inner lips protruded from a chubby vulva, sort of like wings. When she turned, I almost blew my load.
A neat landing strip ran from the top of her slit to the panty mark that curved along her waist. The little paunch at the bottom of an otherwise flat belly made it look that much sexier. Her breasts rode a little low, but the soft globes rested firmly on her chest. Hard little raisins topped dark red areola the size of quarters.
"Get the lube from my nightstand, honey. Mommy can't stand here all afternoon."
My muscles froze, refusing to obey my brain. "I... I... I..." I spluttered.
"Oh, poor, baby." She took the little bottle of lube from the drawer and kneeled in front of me. She squirted a dollop on my head and used her hand to rub it down my shaft. Her hand worked up and down my throbbing cock. "Look at me, sweetie. Relax and focus on my face. Let's make this last as long as we can."
Her calm voice brought me down just enough to avoid cumming. Staring into her eyes allowed me to control myself. My heart beat fast and I panted, but for all the right reasons.
"Good boy," mom cooed. She stroked faster, increasing her pace a little at a time. After several minutes, she twisted her hand with each stroke. "Here it comes, baby. I feel it."
My cock erupted. Mom leaned over, taking each hot, thick spurt in the face. The rest oozed out of my head and ran down her hand and wrist. My mother had just shown me what I now saw as her beautiful body, given me a handjob, and soaked herself in my cum. I think I found nirvana.
"Mmm, good boy," mom purred. "So much and so strong. It tastes delicious." She licked her lips and wiggled her eyebrows.
"Geez, mom. I never got into that kind of porn, but you look amazingly hot."
She giggled. "Thanks, baby. Mommy loves cum."
I felt my eyes go wide. "Really?"
"Oh, yes." She dragged her dry forearm over her mouth. "Did that help?"
"For now," I said. "I think it'll make it worse in the long run."
"Tell you what, baby. Treat me like a date tonight instead of your mom. We'll come home, open a bottle of wine or two, and sit together on the couch. Play your cards right, and I can see you getting lucky."
"You mean make love to each other?"
"Yes, honey."
Mom laughed and stood. She walked into her bathroom. I watched, admiring the jiggle I'd once criticized. Suddenly, the thoughts and fantasies that haunted me just hours earlier seemed like black and white photos. In a few hours more, I'd experience realities that turned them to ash.
Just seeing her started the wheels turning. When she faced me, I tried to make out the shape of her breasts or the hard little buds of her areola through her shirt. From behind, I'd grown obsessed with discovering if she wore panties and what cut. I searched for the lines of her vulva any time she bent over.
Strangest of all, my mother held no physical appeal for me. Sure, she sported a narrow waist, hips that curved beautifully into round legs, and breasts the size of grapefruits, all on a five-foot-six-inch frame. She presented a striking figure in the right clothes. Most of my friends liked it. But her backside jiggled a little too much and her breasts hung a little too low for my taste. And her thickish facial features and mousy brown hair failed to impress me one way or the other.
So, what caused me to wonder about the state of her pubic hair? Why did I wonder what type of inner labia hid between her legs? For the love of everything, what cruel trick of the cosmos kept dropping her into my fantasies, usually right in my naked lap?
"Honey! Stop staring at my breasts," mom whispered across the table.
I snapped back to the moment. "Sorry, mom. I zoned out for a minute."
"Everything okay?"
"Good Mexican food always does that to me," I said, smiling and sipping my tea. Not a complete lie, but I knew she wore a thin bra that showed her nipples in the restaurant's chill air conditioning.
She agreed, and we asked for doggy bags to take the rest of our meals home. I studied her round butt and shapely legs on the way back to the car. She needed to get some sun. It didn't stop passing men from stealing glances in her direction.
"I expect it from them," she said, once in the car.
"What?" I truly did not know.
"Honey, I've noticed the way you look at me lately."
"I think you're imagining things."
"Please. I blind person could see you staring."
"Well, I apologize, if that happened."
She blew a frustrated breath through her nose. "We need to discuss this, honey, before it becomes a problem."
I Denizli Escort (http://www.denizliescort.org) tried denying it again and promising to pay more attention to my actions. Mom refused to accept it. I figured out quickly that I could fill her in on my issues, or cut my weekend visit short and never come back. Faced with those options, I came clean and gave her the PG version of my problem.
"It happens more often than you think, honey. Usually before twenty-five, but it's normal."
"Really?"
"Your friend's moms used to tell me all the time about their sons trying to sneak peeks in the shower, or using their dirty panties to gratify themselves," she said. "You never did any of those things. Late bloomer, I guess."
"It never occurred to me."
"Probably why it's hitting you so hard now."
She had no idea how hard. Just this conversation gave me a massive erection. "I'll work on the staring thing."
"Try to keep it discrete, and I'll ignore the rest. Now that I know."
"Very cool, mom. Thanks."
"You might catch me staring at that monster in your pants, though."
Okay. She noticed. "Mom!"
"If you can enjoy my body, why can't I enjoy yours?"
Good point. "Fair enough."
"Does that happen anytime you see me?"
I nodded. "Worse when I think of you. Without you in the room, my imagination runs away with itself."
"What if you actually saw me naked?"
"Excuse me?"
"It might help," she said, "to satisfy your curiosity."
It sounded great, but help? Most likely help make my fantasies even more vivid. "It might make it worse."
"Your choice, honey. Just let me know."
"I want to, mom," I told her. "But as horny as thinking about it makes me, I don't think I could wait until I left to, um, relieve myself."
She chuckled. "Just like old times."
I chuckled, too, more out of embarrassment than humor. "It wouldn't bother you, though, me masturbating to you naked, and you knowing it?"
"Stroke it while you look, honey. I don't care."
This chuckle covered my discomfort. I hoped. "When did you learn to talk like that?"
"Honey, just because you've never heard it doesn't mean I've never done it."
What other surprises hid beneath her motherly demeanor? "I don't know if I could masturbate in the same room with you."
"Aw! My shy little boy." She reached over to rub my leg, intentionally Denizli Escort Bayan (http://www.denizliescort.org) winding me up.
"Okay. Okay." I moved her hand from my thigh. "I'll finish right here if you keep that up."
"Here, now. I just had the care detailed," mom said, making us both laugh.
We changed subjects, discussing our meal, my job, and mom's life now that my sisters had moved out. "Thanks for lunch," I said, following her into the house.
She looked pointedly at my crotch. "You need to let me show you the dessert menu. Or go to your room and imagine it."
"Mom!"
"Honey, you can't spend the rest of today, tomorrow, and half of Sunday like this," she said. "You'll lose feeling in your legs."
"Did you mean what you said in the car?" I asked.
"About seeing me naked?"
"And, you know, while I looked."
"Masturbating?" I nodded. "Of course, honey. I don't say things I don't mean."
"What about society? And the police?"
"Well, obviously, we can never breathe a word of it," she said. "Otherwise, I think two adults can do whatever they want. If you can live with the decision."
"I can," I said, feeling defensive.
"So, I take it you want to?" I nodded again. "Bring a towel from the closet and meet me in my bedroom in your birthday suit in five minutes."
Oh, my gosh! This was happening. I stripped out of my clothes in my old bedroom, grabbed a bath towel, and headed for mom's room. I tapped on the door. "Mom?"
"Come in, honey."
Mom stood in front of her dresser, brushing her long hair. Her reflection looked at me from the big mirror. I didn't need to imagine what she wore under the ankle-length terrycloth robe. I knew. The thought sent butterflies through my stomach. My heart beat like a jackhammer against my breastbone, and my chest felt heavy when I inhaled.
Mom turned to face me. "First, nice cock, sweetie. It looks beautiful. Second, calm down. You don't want to pass out before you see the show."
I'd lost the ability to speak somewhere between my room and hers. I barely managed a jerky nod.
"Get comfortable on the bed," mom directed. "Sit on the towel, so I don't have to change the sheets when we finish."
Mom turned around and dropped her robe. One look at her bare shoulders and naked ass, and I knew I'd come up with my criticisms as a denial tactic. Her ass jiggled, but stood out nice and round. Escort Denizli (http://www.denizliescort.org) She bent over, giving me a good look at a beautiful vagina. Inner lips protruded from a chubby vulva, sort of like wings. When she turned, I almost blew my load.
A neat landing strip ran from the top of her slit to the panty mark that curved along her waist. The little paunch at the bottom of an otherwise flat belly made it look that much sexier. Her breasts rode a little low, but the soft globes rested firmly on her chest. Hard little raisins topped dark red areola the size of quarters.
"Get the lube from my nightstand, honey. Mommy can't stand here all afternoon."
My muscles froze, refusing to obey my brain. "I... I... I..." I spluttered.
"Oh, poor, baby." She took the little bottle of lube from the drawer and kneeled in front of me. She squirted a dollop on my head and used her hand to rub it down my shaft. Her hand worked up and down my throbbing cock. "Look at me, sweetie. Relax and focus on my face. Let's make this last as long as we can."
Her calm voice brought me down just enough to avoid cumming. Staring into her eyes allowed me to control myself. My heart beat fast and I panted, but for all the right reasons.
"Good boy," mom cooed. She stroked faster, increasing her pace a little at a time. After several minutes, she twisted her hand with each stroke. "Here it comes, baby. I feel it."
My cock erupted. Mom leaned over, taking each hot, thick spurt in the face. The rest oozed out of my head and ran down her hand and wrist. My mother had just shown me what I now saw as her beautiful body, given me a handjob, and soaked herself in my cum. I think I found nirvana.
"Mmm, good boy," mom purred. "So much and so strong. It tastes delicious." She licked her lips and wiggled her eyebrows.
"Geez, mom. I never got into that kind of porn, but you look amazingly hot."
She giggled. "Thanks, baby. Mommy loves cum."
I felt my eyes go wide. "Really?"
"Oh, yes." She dragged her dry forearm over her mouth. "Did that help?"
"For now," I said. "I think it'll make it worse in the long run."
"Tell you what, baby. Treat me like a date tonight instead of your mom. We'll come home, open a bottle of wine or two, and sit together on the couch. Play your cards right, and I can see you getting lucky."
"You mean make love to each other?"
"Yes, honey."
Mom laughed and stood. She walked into her bathroom. I watched, admiring the jiggle I'd once criticized. Suddenly, the thoughts and fantasies that haunted me just hours earlier seemed like black and white photos. In a few hours more, I'd experience realities that turned them to ash.