Coming home late from a bar I went into the lounge. I knew that mother had already gone up to bed because I could hear her music blaring from her bedroom. She often went to bed early when she was drunk or stoned. For a while I watched a programme on television but it was boring so I decided to take a bath.
She rushed into the bathroom to go to the toilet. Ignoring my presence she pulled down her brown cords revealing to my curious gaze a pair of black panties. I could hear the piss jetting out of her and splashing in the water. She was sitting on the toilet and looking straight ahead at me when out of the blue she smiled and said “Haven’t you got a big one?”
I froze in shock as the import of my mother’s words sank in. I was almost certain that she had made a pass at me – my own mother surely not! Then I became aware of my own feelings, which were now going through my mind. I felt shocked that my own mother could say such a thing to me; I knew it was appropriate for a girlfriend to say, nevertheless your own mother.
At the same time, as this feeling of shock, feelings of lust were stirring through my body. I gawped at her thick thatch of brown pubic hair covering her abdomen and my cock was instantly hard. The thin material of her kaftan was moulding the shape of her breasts - they were neither big nor small. I could see that her nipples were erect.
I began to feel ashamed of my feelings, as all I really wanted to do was rip of her kaftan and suck at her stiff pointed nipples. My cock was hard and throbbing under the warm water. I tried not paying any attention to her as the peeing sound splashed the water of the bowl. Driven by my cock I all I saw was a half naked woman in front of me, I had conveniently forgotten that this woman was my mother, or that the cunt I lusted for was the canal that had brought me into this world. My urge for her was becoming greater by the second!
The only thing stopping me from fucking the ass off her was my shock at my own reactions. I could hardly believe that I was lusting over my own mother.
She knew that I was watching when she yanked off her cords, then removed her kaftan revealing her breasts. My eyes were out like organ stops, they were firm and flawless and all that I wanted to do was cram those two melons into my mouth! Pretending to ignore me she gazed into the mirror applying cream to her face.
I found myself looking at her backside and between the opening of her legs. I poured in some bubble bath and splashed about trying to whip up some bubbles to disguise my stiff cock. It was then she turned and caught sight of me holding onto my soapy cock and masturbating. As she went through the door, she turned smiled and gave me a very deliberate wink.
