This is purely a work of fiction.
I grew up an only child in a typical suburban town. For the most part growing up there was pretty normal, as I played sports, got into fights, went to school, and did all the other things a typical kid did. However, around my 18th birthday, my parents announced that they were getting divorced and my Dad moved out. My Mom kept the house and got a job working in the local bank. Dad pretty much dropped out of the picture leaving my Mom to raise me on her own.
I was a pretty good kid. I played a lot of sports and by the time I had gotten to my junior year of college, I had grown up a bit, reaching over 6 feet tall and in pretty decent shape. I devoted my time to schoolwork and sports. Because of my focus, I was able to get an athletic scholarship to a local college. I really did not have a lot of time for girls because I was pretty focused, knowing that while my Mom provided ok for us, she did not have the money to send me to college, and I needed to focus on my sports and academics in order to keep my scholarship. My biggest sexual experiences were my morning masturbation sessions before getting up to get ready for school and once again, before I went to bed. I kept hoping that one day I would get to do it for real with a girl but figured the time would come and as long as my wrist held out, I was ok.
My mother was in her early 40s. She worked a lot of hours trying to provide for us but she looked great if a little tired sometimes. Working in a bank, she always dressed really nice in a dress or skirt, heels and hose. I knew she wore stockings with garters because I had seen her getting dressed a few times. (Ok, so it was not by accident when I did see her getting dressed.) She was about 5' 7 with long dark hair and was pretty, with great boobs and an even greater set of legs. Still in great shape, she turned a lot of heads and my friends always told me that she was pretty hot for an old lady. (Funny how we thought 40 was old back then.)
My Mom and I spent quite a bit of time together and she used to worry about my lack of dating. As I told her, I had plenty of time for that later, but I had a goal in mind of graduating from college, and if I did, I would be the first one in my family. We got to be pretty close, and in some ways, I guess I took the place of my Dad, but never guessed just how much I would.
Many days she would get home from work and just sit down for a bit with a glass of wine before making dinner. I would come home from college and for years, I would give her a little backrub to help her relax.
I had just gotten home from basketball practice and school on a Friday and was looking forward to the weekend. I really did not have any homework and was actually looking forward to hanging out and sleeping in. Since it was December, there was no lawn to cut or leaves to rake so it was like a mini-vacation.
I walked in the door took my jacket off and walked into the living room. My Mom was sitting there with her shoes off, feet up listening to some soft music with her glass of wine and relaxing. She had on a rather sheer silk blouse, skirt and hose, and she had unbuttoned a couple of buttons, and I could see a glimpse of her ample cleavage, and a bare hint of the top of her stockings as she sat there with her feet up. I came up and hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.
"Hi Mom."
"Hi son, how was your day?"
"Pretty good. No homework this weekend so it looks like I get to relax a little bit."
"How was practice?"
"Good. I think we have a pretty good team this year."
"That is good dear. I am glad you get a chance to relax a little bit. A young man your age should not have to work so hard all the time. A handsome young man like you should have a girlfriend."
"Aw Mom, it is ok. I have plenty of time for that stuff. Besides, most of the ones that I know are pretty fake and not really into much other than themselves." As we were talking, she would occasionally shift position and move her legs, which was starting to get me a little excited. Damn, I thought, stop thinking like that. This is your mom!
"Do you mind giving me a little backrub, sweetie?"
"Not at all, Mom."
She slid up to sit on the stool and I got in the chair behind her and began to slowly rub her shoulders and neck. As I did so, I realized just how good she smelled. Her head was down as I rubbed her neck, and she leaned back a little, exposing a great view of the best set of boobs I had ever seen, especially considering I never really seen any other than in a magazine. They seemed to be pretty firm, and I could see the faint outline of her nipples through the fabric of her blouse.
"That feels really good, Craig." she said.
As I continued to rub her shoulders I would occasionally slip my hands over them and rub the front up near her neck. I could now feel myself getting extremely hard and thinking to myself oh man I need to get out of here. All of a sudden, my mom leaned back into me and my hands slid to the top of her breasts. Feeling like I had just touched a hot stove, I quickly slid my hands back to her neck but she was leaning back and my huge erection was now hitting her in the upper back and I knew she could feel it. Her eyes were half open and a smile was on her face as she pressed back a little more.
"Well don't stop, son this feels good."
"Uh, ok," I stammered. I could feel my heartbeat picking up a bit and felt a little flushed as I looked down at this beautiful woman laying back against me. Without saying a word, I started slowly rubbing her head which I knew she really liked, and she squirmed a little bit and seemed to be trying to rub against my raging hard on.
