Mom To The Rescue Pt. 01
My name is Michael Warren and here's my story. My dad is John Warren. His friends always called him Big John. My mom is Jennifer Warren. I always thought she was beautiful. I guess dad thought so too. When I was young, I often woke late at night to the sounds of my mom screaming. That happened a lot when I was a kid. At breakfast the following mornings, mom and dad always seemed OK, so I didn't worry about it. When I was older, mom and dad started screaming at each other and not at bedtime.
Well, the final argument had mom saying, "Take your big dick and get the fuck out of this house!"
So, they got divorced. Apparently, mom hired someone to follow dad and she had a ton of evidence, but I never saw any of it. Mom told me that everything was going to be OK, and we would be fine. She never lied to me, so I believed her. Dad said that he and I would get together all the time. Almost 8 months later dad came by the house to get something of his that he had left behind. I was up in my room. More screaming.
Mom yelled at him "Michael is still your son. You never see him. You never call him. Stop being ruled by your dick and remember it gave you a son".
He left. A little later, I went downstairs. Mom was in the living room drinking wine and it looked like she had been crying. I sat next to her on the couch, gave her a big hug and said "It's OK mom. We don't need him. We have each other". She hugged me, cried a little more and shook a little. I held her until she felt better. After that, neither of us ever mentioned dad and we never heard from him again.
Well, a few years pass and I'm 18 and a High School senior. After all my friends started calling my mom a MILF, I started to get mad, but I realized they were right. The label in her bra said 38DDD and the rest of her figure was just as amazing. I'm not ashamed to admit that she was often the star of my masturbation fantasies. I sometimes heard her moaning in her room when she was alone. Therefore, I figured she had fantasies too. I didn't know her fantasies involved big dicks, like dad had. That was one thing that I got from dad. I was very long and very thick. Jerking off was fun and I came a lot but I was more interested in girls and what I could do with them and to them. I dated a few girls and felt their tits but it never went further. Being 18, I was determined to get laid. I was not going to college as a virgin.
I had a date one Friday night with a girl (Marlene Wilson) who had a reputation as they say. Two of my friends had dated her and said she put out for them. She was almost 19 and her figure was incredible.
I had several extra-large condoms in my pocket which although my mom didn't see as I was leaving the house, she still said "Remember safe-sex".
I blushed but I guess she knew me by my actions and expressions. I had worked to save enough for an old car and mom threw in a few bucks to help out. I picked up Marlene, we had something to eat and I drove to the same area that my 2 friends had also taken her to. I figured why mess with a winning formula.
Marlene had huge tits and an amazing ass. I would have preferred a slightly smaller ass (more like my mom's) but Marlene's ass would do nicely. I was not complaining. She wore a short skirt and a top that looked like it was sprayed on. We started making out. Marlene's tits were driving me wild. My dick was so hard, it hurt. We were kissing and I had one arm around her holding part of her right tit. My left hand was high up on her thigh heading for the Promised Land. When I reached her panties, they were soaked. I was also leaking pre-cum like a running faucet.
All of a sudden, Marlene says, "wait a minute".
Oh no, is she kidding? I sat there frozen. Suddenly Marlene reached for the bottom of her top, pulled it up, and over her heard. I was staring at her amazing tits in that way too small bra and before I knew she unclasped it (from the front).
I think I heard her say, "They're 38F but I think I may have to get a 38G".
My mouth dove right for her nipples. I was licking, sucking and kissing as if my life depended on it. My left hand was now rubbing her pussy thru her panties and she was moaning.
After a minute or so, she said, "Put your fingers inside me".
Well, my mother had told me to always be polite to women, so I did as I was told. I pulled her panties down almost to her knees and had my hand in my first pussy. I had three fingers inside and my thumb was rubbing her clit.
She was going wild yelling, "Oh my God. Don't stop. Right there. OH OH OH. I'm cumming". She came all over my hand.
Well, my cock was still an iron bar but I felt pretty good making her cum like that.
It took her a minute or so to return to the land of the living and she said, "Get your cock out NOW!"
I grabbed for my belt and started unzipping and pulling my pants down. I sat there in my briefs and she reached for them and pulled them out of the way. My dick had been pointed to the left and it popped out at her. All 10 inches of it sprang to life. She was startled to say the least.
She literally screamed out "What the hell is that!?"
"It's my dick", I replied redundantly. Obviously, it was my dick but what else can you say?
She reached out with 2 fingers and moved it from side to side and said "It's huge!"
I said, "It's the only one I have". Obviously, what they say is correct about only having enough blood for either your cock or your brain but not both.
"Well it's not going inside of me" she shouted. With that, she had ripped my guts out. I felt like an empty shell with an iron dick.
"Take me home right now!" she added and put all of her clothes back in place.
I wanted to say something but the look on her face cut me to shreds. So I pulled up my pants and I drove her home. She jumped out slammed the car door and ran inside. What was she pissed at? She got to cum. I drove home. It wasn't even 8:30 PM. I walked in thru the garage to head up to my room. Mom was in the living room and saw me. I must have looked as if my dog had died.
She asked, "Date over so soon honey? Everything OK?" I just put my head down and walked upstairs. I heard her call out "Michael. Michael." but I just kept going, went inside and closed the door".
I didn't even turn on any lights. I just dropped my phone on my desk took my shoes off and dropped down on my bed with my hands under my pillow.