She walked down the stairs, and I couldnât stop staring at her tantalizing body. I could smell the intoxicating scent of her perfume, Boy! Was she beautiful! She was 4â11â, had black hair that went down to her 34C breasts, incredible brown eyes, and a nice round ass that could make any manâs cock come to full attention. She was a fit and gorgeous 52 year-old woman, with an amazing smile. Her laugh alone could make me happy, no matter what mood I was in. She had this unbelievable way of gazing at me like she could see right through me, and the piercing stare often made me wonder if she knew about my growing lust for her.
It all started about one year ago when my father left my mom after a twenty-year marriage. Since my dad was out of the picture, mom depended on me for support and vice versa. It was hard on us, and her especially, to make ends meet. This new intimate relationship that we had made me completely forget that my mom was my mom. I just thought of her as any other, very attractive woman.
One afternoon I was coming home from my friend Jimâs house, and I didnât expect my mom to be home because it was only about 1:45 pm, and she usually didnât arrive home until about 3:15 pm. So, I figured Iâd go proceed with my usual daily routine, a habit of taking a pair of her sexiest panties, and wrapping them around my cock, stroking the straining pole until hot cum shot out into the flimsy material. I was getting excited as I approached her darkened room, and I didnât notice the muffled whimpers coming from my destination. When I walked in and turned on the light, I was stunned by what I saw.
My mother was lying on her bed, legs spread wide open and stuffing a cock, which looked at least 9â inches, into her glistening pussy. The room smelled like sex and flowers, a scent that instantly caused my dick to twitch. Her bed covers were rumpled and darkened in spots, soaked with her cum and sweat.
I couldnât move; I was in shock at what was in front of my very own eyes. I didnât realize my growing erection was pushing out of my shorts, swelling more the longer I stayed in the room and clearly visible to her.
My mom squeaked, âGET OUT!â snapping me out of my lust induced haze.
I blinked my eyes a few times, slowly realizing that I was just standing there completely motionless, as if I had walked in on her sleeping instead of her fucking herself with a large rubber dick.
âOh...sorry.â I said softly and rushed out of the room, closing the door behind me.
I made my way to my room quickly, impatiently stripping off my clothes once I had managed to shut and lock the door. I jumped on my bed and began to stroke my cock. To this day I donât remember ever being so hard in my life. My momâs scent filling the room, the image of her naked, beautiful body with that dildo shoved inside of her dripping pussy, all of it made me wild! I jacked off 3 times that night while recapping the events I witnessed, at times, I even pictured my own dick ramming into her.
I didnât get much sleep that night between my jerk sessions and my thoughts about devising a plan to get into my momâs tight hole. I had to come up with something after all I saw today; there was no way that I could just pretend nothing happened. I thought long and hard, many ideas coming to mind until I eventually decided on one.
First, I had decide that I would tame her, make her easy and comfortable around me until she wasnât so tense thinking about the way I caught her masturbating. Then, once she was at ease again, I would time one of my jack-off sessions perfectly with her arrival from work, letting her catch me with my pants down and my dick in hand. The best part of it was that I would let her know that it was her I was thinking about while I stroked my aching flesh. She couldnât ignore that!
So, for the next few days, every time she came home from work, I gave her back massages to release her tension from the day. I would then help her make dinner and clean up the dishes after we ate. I could tell that she was surprised and happy that I was suddenly so attentive.
Of course, I wasnât only thinking of her comfort. Every time I massaged her, I would get an erection while battling the temptation to wrap my arms around her and start massaging those big breasts. I often wondered what sheâd do if I did. Would she be too shocked to do anything to stop me? Would she fight me?
Sometimes, I think she became a little suspicious because I rubbed against her ass with my hard-on a few times by accident, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my crotch in the process. It was at those times that I really had to be extra careful not to act on my desire to just attack her.
Aside from her lovely body, my momâs mouth was her sexiest asset. She had full lips and a wide, beautifully shaped mouth that made me want to rip off my jeans and stick my cock in my momâs mouth. Another factor that added was that alluring perfume she had on. It drove me completely nuts. During the massages I always wondered if I was the only one turned on. I wanted to know if she was secretly lusting and getting turned on by me. Just the thought of it would get me even harder and more turned on. When I would touch her jeans with my cock I would make some excuse to get out of there because I couldnât hold it, my cock was literally like a ROCK! Iâd get in my room and sit on my bed and tear off my shorts and just stroke until I would cum. I came so much while thinking about my mom, it stimulated me so much. I couldnât take much more of this punishment of not being with the woman I loved ever so much.
I figured out a plan and would see how far it would get me and I knew it would give me the answer to whether my mom wanted me sexually or not. Sheâs a teacher and she usually comes home around 3:15pm and I came home at 3:00 so I decided Iâd get hard thinking about her and jump on the kitchen counter and grab my cock and stroke. Once I hear the front door open Iâd start moaning, âOh mommmmm, that feels sooo goooooodddâ loud enough for her to hear and I figured either sheâs be turned on or it could destroy our relationship forever but I couldnât hold back my strong feelings for her. I had a wide grin on my face the night before when I was going to sleep.