So not sure how to start this off. So I guess I will tell a bit about myself, and then get into why I am here telling this story. My name is Brian, I am 20 years old as of last June, and I come from a rather poor family. With that being said I am also 5' 6" tall, rather stocky, blonde hair blue eyed, and all around average. If you are looking for a blown out of proportion fanatic fantasy, with unreal cock size and boobs bigger than your head this one might not be for you. So like I said I'm pretty average, my cock is about a hand and a half long, and pretty thick. (Sideways like measuring a horse.) No, I have not ever actually measured it with a ruler so I really don't know the exact measurements.
Anyway this story starts 3 days after my 19th birthday. I was sitting at my buddies house chilling with a few friends when my phone went off. It was a picture message from my mom so I swiped it off my screen figuring it was just another pic of my messy room with a text saying this needs to get clean or something. So I swiped it and went back to just hanging out for a few hours.
The next thing I know it is like 6 in the evening and Tyler's mom is rushing us out the door because his dad is on the way home. Which was pretty usual because his dad hated when we were all over because we were too loud, or whatever reason. So I found myself sitting in my ford explorer about to make my way back to my house, when I remembered mom had texted me. so I checked it, and never in my life thought I would see what I saw on the phone.
So to tell you about my mom, She is short like 5 feet even, with brown hair, and a cute Mila Kunis typeface with big brown eyes and a perfect white smile. Her body could only be classified as thick. She is not skinny nor fat, just in the middle. I have seen her in a bathing suite many times over the years so I know she has a bit of a belly, but no dun-lap or any of that. Her boobs are a big B cup or small C cup not exactly sure, and she has a firm shapely ass and toned legs from living in a fifth floor apartment for the last 5 years since my dad ran out. All in all if she wasn't my mom I would definitely file her under milf.
In the picture was my 40 year old mother perched on her bathroom counter facing the mirror. The part that had me sitting there frozen in time as I looked at the picture was the fact she was butt ass naked. Her face wore the dirtiest slut expression I had ever seen, her right boob was completely in view defying age as it stood perky without a hint of sag and her nipple hard enough to cut glass. Her left hand was cupping her left boob and pinching the nipple between her index finger and thumb. My eyes trailed down her tummy to see that she was kneeling on the counter with a knee on each side of the sink. Her short legs spread wide with her right hand resting on her mound. Her middle and ring fingers tucked deep in her opening as her index finger and pinky finger seemed to frame the scene of her pussy like an invitation to look. The caption above her head read, "Oh Daddy, look at what you do to me!!!" with a smiling devil face and a splash emoji.
A tap on the window of my car startled me and caused me to drop my phone. It was Tyler's mom standing outside when I looked up. "Is everything okay sweetie, you look like you've seen a ghost?" Her sweet voice came as I rolled down the window.
"Yeah, everything is fine. Just got a message I never expected to get." I responded.
"Oh, some floozy girl no doubt." She commented.
"No doubt." I smiled.
"So listen, um." She propped herself on the car door. "Tyler and his dad are leaving on a business trip tomorrow evening, and won't be back for two weeks." She said softly. "So, I was thinking about that thing that didn't happen a few months ago, and was hoping that maybe you might want to do a do over?" She asked with a smile.
"Ugh,hmmm." I cleared my throat. "What thing are you referring to?" I faked ignorance, knowing full well she was talking about the time I bent her over her husband's work table in the garage.
"You know what I'm talking about." She let her hand fall to my lap. "But, if you want me to spell it out, I want you to come over and fuck me in every room of the house." She said rubbing my hard cock through my shorts.
"Hmm, I have to check my schedule. Cause you know being a milf fucker is quite demanding." I replied sarcastically.
"Oh, I intend on demanding quite a bit." She smirked, and grabbed my cock roughly.
"Well, I'm sure that I can fit in a slot for you sometime this weekend." I tried my best with a double meaning innuendo.
"I'm sure you can. Now get before my husband gets here and finds me riding your cock in this shity explorer of yours." she withdrew from the window, and I was on my way.
My drive home was a blur. My mind was racing with the possibilities of what Mrs. Gunderson and I could do, and the picture of my mom kept popping into my head. It was tough to focus on the road, but I made it home in one piece. So now to figure out what to do about the photo. Should I go in and confront her, or pretend like I never saw it, or what? I did not have an answer so I figured I would deal with it when I felt the time was right. Or I would see if mom brought it up first.
I walked up the stairs dreadfully, to find my mom and her friend Julie in the kitchen cooking dinner and chatting. As my routine, I went and retrieved a glass from the cup cabinet and took it to the fridge and poured myself some tea.
"Hey, Brian, long time no see." Julie's voice called to me.
"Yeah, I've been busy lately. Trying to spend as much time with the guys as I can before I start college in the fall." I responded.
"Oh, so college is happening this year?" Julie exclaimed.
"Yes, and it's about time. Don't you go giving him a way to weasel out of it either." Mom spun around pointing a red sauce covered spoon at Julie.
"And what..." Julie was cut off by a swift crack of the spoon to her face. "Oh, you bitch!" Julie screamed playfully as she wiped some of the red sauce off of her face and smeared it on mom's arm.
"Well I warned you. I'm extremely happy he's going back to school, and I don't want him to skip past it again." Mom explained as she went back to cooking.
"Well I'm glad he's doing something other than being a slob." Julie said going back to work as well.
I took that as my que to run to my room before I was recruited to do something I did not want to do. Once in the 'Safety Zone' as I liked to call it I booted up my P.C. and was on the hunt for something to do. Slob, yeah as if. I actually made pretty good money for someone without a degree of any kind. I did some freelance coding and web design for a few businesses in town, and had a few other hustles on the side. It was not like I just sat around doing nothing.
Looking through my emails I found a request for a gig rather quickly. It was some guy wanting to know if I did any app design. Apparently one of my old customers was part of his family and saw the website I developed for them, and wanted to hire me if I was up for the work. I emailed back with the bad news that I could do the work, but I simply did not possess the right equipment at the current time, but if he could give me a few months my plan was to set up some things to be able to work on apps, but right now I could not.
