My mom is hot as fuck, no matter how hard I try to keep myself together, but whenever I see her, my boner throbs so hard, that I feel like it is going to break. I am Ravi, a twenty-year-old guy, who lives with his mom. My mom is a therapist, she works from home in her office. She's built a small room that she calls an office. Her patients often come to see her.
But this morning, mom called me.
I had just woken up, I rubbed my eyes, brushed my teeth, and walked towards her office. I was shirtless, and I was only wearing my shorts, and also sported a massive boner. I was thinking about her.
My mom is forty years old, she had me when she was young. Then my father left her, and me alone. She's a perfect milf, and all my friends wanted to fuck her when they were in school, hell some do even want to fuck her even now. She had a big round ass and a great pair of boobs. I have never seen her naked though, but I pray to God to make this miracle happen.
I knocked on the door of the office, and the door was open. I pushed the door and saw mom. She was dressed in her silk nightie, which was too short, and too tight, and it highlighted her assets perfectly. That's what I liked about mom, she aroused me, all the fucking time.
"Sit down son," she said and removed her reading glasses. I sat in front of her, in the chair. Usually, her patients sit there. I wonder why she called me.
"Care to wear any clothes?" she asked.
"Oh...clothes....I'm wearing...'' I told and pointed out to my shorts, but I forgot that I still had a massive boner.
Mom glanced at the tent in my pants and smiled.
"You're shirtless son, care to wear something?" she asked.
I got up, and walked to my room, and wore my red shirt, and walked back to her office. I sat in the same seat where patients sit.
Mom looked beautiful that day. She wasn't wearing any bra inside that robe, she doesn't usually dress much at home, even when she has patients. She usually sees young men like me as her patients, closing her room, and god knows what kind of therapy she provides.
"You have a boner," she said and smiled.
My eyes were still glued to mom's perky tits, and how her boobs shook, as she moved. The robe was opened a little bit, and it was tied loosely. I got to see the thick cleavage of hers. Mom leaned towards the chair, keeping her hands on her legs, her boobs hung low, and she looked into my eyes.
"Oh....hey...Mr...womanizer," mom asked.
I looked in her eyes, getting back to reality, and realized that I was just checking out my mom.
"Oh...hey mom....i'm...sorry," I said.
She sighed, then sat straight, and looked at me.
"I saw your grades yesterday," she said, "it is bad....very bad," she said.
"oh...I'm sorry mom, I promise I'll study hard this semester" I told, I have been failing for the past two years consecutively.
She sighed, and got up, she walked to the door of her room, and closed it, even though there wasn't anyone in the home, she closed the door, and then sat back, in her chair.
"Why do I have to...keep reminding you to study?" she asked.
This was my favorite part, mom whenever she confronts me, she also kind of seduces me, or teases me. Whenever I have had a confrontation with her, it is usually when she's braless, she shows me her thick cleavage and arouses me, as she scolds me. But today, I guess mom was too angry, she stared at me, and I stared at her boobs.
"I have spent too much money on your studies.,..in your coaching...in your tuition...what else do you need...?" she asked, and spread her legs, and I could see her pink thong, looking at me.
I had nothing to say.
"Tell me what I should do, to make you get better grades....is something bothering you? Or are you having trouble focusing?" mom asked.
I didn't answer, I was still focused on her thongs. She then adjusted her robe and hid her thong.
"Am I the one distracting you?" she asked, touching my hand, and sitting close to me, bringing the chair on which she sat closer.
"What?" I asked.
"I have seen you....you keep looking at me in a certain...way," she told, leaning towards me, her hand was on the back of my neck, and her breath was on my lips. My cock kept throbbing hard, and mom glanced at it.
"Son...." she paused, she kept her hand on my thigh, feeling the heat of the cloth as my cock throbbed harder.
"I know it's hard being your age...but you need to focus on your studies' ' mom told me. "When is your other test?" she asked.
"Tomorrow," I said.
"How much do you have to study?" she asked.
"I have... I guess I will be able to finish it in two. Or three hours, ``I said.
She nodded. "Then why don't we start now," she asked.
"I have just woken up mom," I said. She smiled, she then got close to me, our eyes met. She touched my lip with her thumb, and kissed me, just to the side of my lips.
"I want you to start now," she said and opened her robe. The robe opened, hanging loosely on her body, and she peeled it off her. I saw mom sitting naked, wearing only her pink thongs in front of me.
Her big, round nipples were hard and pointed directly at me. She spread her legs and looked into my eyes, her thighs were chubby, and I have, for the first time in my life, seen mom like this.
"Mom?" I asked.
"Focus on your studies...and who knows what you might get next," she said, got up, and hugged me. Her boobs brushed against my chest, I held my hand on her smooth back, and slid my finger up, and down her smooth silky back. Mom cooed when she hugged me, feeling my boner, hump her crotch. I kissed mom's cheeks.
"Bring your book here," she said.
I ran to my room and opened the door. I sat at my table, searching for the textbook I need to be reading for tomorrow's test. I finally found the textbook, buried under a mess. I was a messy person, and my table was messy too, stacked with tissues, gaming consoles, porn, and DVDs of movies and other weird shit.
I took the textbook and ran to her office. I opened the door and saw mom, dressed again. Was that a fucking dream or something? I asked myself.
That wasn't a dream, but why was I seeing mom dressed up now? I wondered.
"Sit there and study, I have work to do," mom said, and switched on her laptop. I sat in front of her, and opened my book, and tried to focus.
I read for about half an hour, and then I was getting sleepy. My head hurt, my eyes hurt from looking at a chunk of text, and I couldn't bring myself to read anymore.
As I lost my focus, I kept glancing at mom. My head roamed in the entire room, checking the windows, the empty walls, and mom's hot body. Mom realized that I had lost focus again, she looked at the clock and nodded twice.
