Let me start this story by giving you a basic description of my mother and I. I stand at six foot three, I have green eyes, shaved brown hair and fair skin. I am a little on the hefty side, but I don't look half bad seeing as my large frame disperses most of my weight across my body. My mother on the other hand is a stone cold fox.
My mother is 46, five foot ten, crimson red hair, blue eyes, and a slim body (which she had kept because of daily working out). She has amazing breasts as well, 36 DD (I peeked one time while i was doing laundry for the both of us). And despite their size, when she goes bra-less, they don't sag hardly at all. She has legs like you wouldn't believe too. The stretch for miles and are a nice crimson bronze due to all the tanning she does.
As I'm sure you can tell by my description of her, she has been in my fantasies for years. I would do anything for the chance to fuck my mother, but never would I try anything for fear of breaking the relationship we have as mother and son.
It has been just the two of us for about ten years now, since my dad died in the plane crash. I don't like to talk about it, neither does my mom so we try and avoid the subject whenever possible. One Friday night I am laying in bed bored out of my skull, once again snuffed by the girl I wanted to try and go out with, when there is a knock on my door.
"Yea?" I call through the door to my mother whom I know is the only one who could be on the other side.
"Hun?"My mother asked as she opens the door, "I have to run to the store for a few ok? Is there anything u would like me to pick up for you while I'm there?"
"No thanks mom, I'm fine for now. Thanks anyway." I reply as she pokes her head in.
"Ok Jim, I'll be back in about an hour or so. If u need me or change your mind call my cell." She says as she closes the door.
"Oh my god..." I groan as I fall back onto my bed. "so bored... so lonely... so horny..."
I lay there for a few minutes and imagine my mom in her swimsuit as she is tanning out back. I then have an idea. I spring out of my bed and move to my moms room. Once inside I look around and slowly inhale the sweet scent of her perfume that has lingered in the air after she has gone. The gentle smell of lilac with just a hint of rose.
I move to her dresser silently and slowly open one of her drawers. I see folded shirts. Not what I'm looking for. I then move to another drawer, opening this one, I am greeted by what I AM looking for, her bras and... thongs?! I never before this point pictured my mother wearing a thong, let alone a lacy black silk one. I pull it out from the drawer and as I do, I feel something brush against my hand. Not something one would normally expect to feel in an underwear drawer, something hard, something plastic. I reach in and pull out an old VHS tape.
"I wonder what this is?" I say to myself out loud.
I move over and sit upon my mothers bed as I push the tape into the VCR/DVD player she has hooked up to her TV and hit the play button. I am granted an all access view of a woman laying on her back, moaning softly and having her pussy eaten out by a buff man I have never seen before. As I watch this for a few minutes, I slowly begin to get hard, wondering why my mom would have a tape like this. She doesn't seem the type... does she?
