There I was, sitting infront of my computer, checking out porn sites, masturbating at the thought of fucking any of these hot chicks. I often do this to relieve the tension when I don't get laid anywhere near enough (which happens all too regularly I'm afraid). I usually wait until my parents have gone to sleep.
As it so happened on this given night, I was viewing a few anal and mature sites. You see, for as long as I can remember even though I often crave for a tight young pussy, I often find myself wanting an older woman. A woman with experience, who knows how to please a man and in turn likes to explore more. A lot of young chicks are held up with their own doubts and reservations. And for all of my sexual life, that woman was my mother.
I would fantasize about her all day - when she wore jodpers, miniskirts, you name it. My mother also has pencchant for walking around in her underwear too. Which would drive me bonkers. My mother swims very regularly, eats well and almost never has dessert. So she has a rather nice body for a woman in her late fourties. She had beautiful, short black hair and deep brown eyes with a spark of mischief that you could get lost in. Nice wide hips, cute ass. A little bit of extra weight from older age, but certainly nothing to complain about. Made her round butt cheeks that much rounder. Nice plump cushions, begging for a good pumping. Her breasts were just the right size, a large size B cup. So seeing her in her lingerie would give me enough to masturbate all week without thinking of anyone else but her.
I would dream of opening those firm ass cheeks and sliding my burning hot cock right up her tight asshole. Of my mother riding me like a bull, bending her over the couch and shagging her like a dog in heat. I dreamt of it all, all with my mother.
So here I am, whacking off to the pictures of some hot older women getting double penetrated and fucked up the ass, when hear a movement at the doorway. It's two am and nobody should be up. I freeze still, with my hand down my pants. Looking across at the door way I can see it's my mother.
My mother had woken up to go get something to drink and must have heard something. And she sees me with my hand down my pants, giving myself a good tug and she decides to stand there, having a drink, watching me the whole time. I knew that when I was younger my mother had caught me masturbating and I never forgot it. When you're young and stupid you don't think much of it. When you're twenty one and supposedly an adult still living at home, that's something else.
She was wearing a lacy blue satin gown, with nothing else undeneath. I could tell because not only were her large, perky nipples so erect they must have been straining against the fabric, I could smell the overpowering musk of a woman who was horny. My mother was horny and I had made her that way.
She walked over to me with my hand down my pants still. I was frozen stiff! She glanced at my monitor with a faint smile. "So that's what you do up so late at nights...." She mused. My mother stared at the monitor, glaring at the older woman getting DP'ed by two young men. She was so horny, she just sat her glass down at my desk and started playing with herself! Right there! I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
My mother was fingering her clit and pussy lips, breathing heavy. She then looked at me with the most lust-ridden eyes I have ever seen. "Is that what you want to do to me, Jason?" she asked. I managed to nod. I was not ready for this response. Her other hand slid from her silky thigh up to my crotch. She began to knead it gently. "Julie told me what you and your friends did with her...."
My mind went racing at about a thousand miles an hour. Julie was my sexy neighbour that I had fucked repeatedly and also gang banged with about ten or more friends of mine. Oh, we used and abused that sexy woman. We fucked her in every conceivable way. If she was talking to my own flesh and blood about this...
"She said that I had to take advantage of that young cock under my own roof and if I didn't I would be a fool."
Without another word my mother pulled my pants down to my ankles. She could now see my stiffened member, at a modest six inches but thick like a pole, glistening with precum. Paying no heed to the fact my father was asleep under the same roof, she took a hold of my cock. Kneeling down before me, as if to pay me homage, she stopped fingering herself. Our eyes met and I could see that all she wanted was to pleasure me, unlike any other woman had ever done before. Then her delicate ruby lips wrapped themselves around my cock she began to suck.
My mind reeled as my mother proceeded to give me the best blow job ever. Better than any other woman I had ever been with. I don't know if it was the tension of knowing that what we were doing was so wrong, the risk of getting caught by her husband (and my father!) but it was inexplicable. She worked the full length of my cock, taking it all in. She fondled my balls, even taking them into her mouth. She pumped away at my cock. I could barely maintain my silence. I could feel the pressure building for what would be the most earth shaking orgasm ever. I stammered...
