I know that many regular Literotica readers will not enjoy this story. There is little background or build up. It is just two people, a mother and her eighteen year old son a high school senior, having sex. It is not the story I meant to write but once it started I could not stop it. If you like it I'm glad. If you don't I'm sorry.
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My mother had a favorite bathrobe. She wore it every morning. It was made of white terrycloth and it hung down to the middle of her thick, firm thighs.
The robe did not have buttons. At least, mom didn't use them. She would wrap the cloth around her body and hold it closed with one arm or by tying the belt around her waist.
The top of the robe would constantly pull apart, exposing mom's breasts. Her tits were not big, mom wore a B cup bra, but they were full and firm, high and straight.
Sometimes she would have to adjust the robe. She would untie the belt and rewrap the cloth around her torso, usually flashing the full front of her naked body.
When my father was around, mom wore a white, shortie nightgown under the terrycloth robe, but when he was out of town, or already gone to work, mom wore just the robe.
She did not seem to mind showing me her almost naked body. Or she didn't realize she was doing it. I had a hard on every day and I had to jerk off every morning after breakfast but I never got tired of seeing mom's hot, naked body.
My mother was thirty-eight years old, five feet six inches tall and she weighed one hundred and twenty eight pounds. She had thick, light brown, shoulder length hair that hung straight down to her shoulders.
Her breasts were perfectly shaped and the half dollar sized aureolas were pinkish tan and silky smooth. Her torso was smoothly curved, ending with wide hips and a big, meaty ass. Her legs were muscular and shapely and her feet were smallish and dainty.
My mother was a loving and caring woman. Being her only child, my happiness and well being was her main concern. She hardly ever used my name. I was honey or sweetheart or baby. She loved and cared for my father but he did not appreciate her. He was a workaholic who never had time for my mother. He was a lawyer / investment banker. He made a lot of money but he was gone more than he was home and when he was home he never had time for my mother.
I loved my mother and I wanted to make her happy. I knew it was wrong but I also wanted to fuck her. I didn't believe I ever would but I thought about it constantly.
On a Monday morning, about three weeks before I graduated from high school, I came down stairs for breakfast. My father had left for Cleveland earlier that morning. My mother was standing by the sink, rinsing off some plates. She was wearing her terrycloth robe, unbelted and hanging open. As soon as I entered the kitchen, she closed the robe but not before I got a glimpse of the front of her naked body.
"Morning, sweetheart," she smiled.
"Morning. Mom," I answered, sitting down at the table.
She picked up a plate of food and brought it to the table. As she leaned forward to put the plate in front of me, the robe opened giving me a great view of her bare breasts. My cock got so hard it actually hurt.
"Mom," I said, "Can I stay home from school today?"
She immediately moved to my side and put one hand on my forehead. "What's wrong?" she wanted to know, "You don't have a fever. Do you feel sick?"
Her robe was open and my eyes studied her nude body. Her pussy was not shaved but the hair that covered it was trimmed very short.
" I feel fine," I told her as she wrapped the terrycloth around her torso, "I'm not sick but I hurt."
"You hurt?" mom said, "Where do you hurt?"
"Uh,- that is-my belly," I said.
"You have a stomach ache," my mother guessed.
"Its hard to explain," I told her, "I just hurt."
"Alright," my mother said, "Go back upstairs and get in bed. I'll come up in a couple minutes to check on you."
I returned to my room, got undressed, except for my T-shirt and got in bed. I wanted to jerk off but I was afraid my mother would walk in on me. I covered my lower body and hoped my hard-on would fade but my erection remained fully hard.
After a few minutes, my bedroom door opened and my mother entered the room.
"Are you OK, baby?" she asked. She was holding the robe closed with her arm.
"I think so," I told her, "I just hurt."
"What hurts, honey?" mom wanted to know. She came to my bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. The top of her robe pulled open exposing most of her tits.
"You know," I told her, "Down there."
"Maybe I'm stupid," my mother said, "but I don't know. You have to tell me."
Mom noticed I was staring at her breasts and she pulled the robe closed. "I can't tell you," I said.
"Of course you can," my mother said, "I'm your mother. You can tell me or show me anything."
"OK," I gave in, "I'll show you."
I was very embarrassed but I pulled the sheet away from my lower body exposing my thick, fully erect, nine inch penis.
My mother looked at my cock and gasped. Her eyes widened with surprise. "Is it always that big?" she asked.
"Yes," I told her, "But its really hard."
"May I touch it?" mom asked, staring at my cock, "I want to feel how hard it is."
"Go ahead," I told her.
Every muscle in my body tensed and my mother's fingers encircled the thick shaft. She held my tool for several seconds before withdrawing her hand.
