If anything, Kathy had somehow managed to look even younger when Paul came home from his first year of college than when he'd left. Maybe it was just the time away from her playing with his mind. Maybe it was because he'd missed her more than he expected to. She was quite a bit younger than most of his friends' mothers, but she still had always looked younger than she was. A few of his friends' mothers were definitely hot, sexy women that got lots of attention from older and younger guys alike, but none of them had Kathy's classic looks or her pneumatically pumped curves.
And that was the reason he'd been so determined to go to a school far enough away to have to leave the house. For that matter, at the beginning of the year Paul had planned to stay near campus over the summer. It wasn't so far away he couldn't get home over weekends and holidays. Cutting all ties with his gorgeous mother was the last thing he wanted to do. He only needed some distance. Perspective. But as awkward as it could be living in a house with a woman like Kathy, Paul had missed her more than he'd ever missed anyone.
The day he came back, he'd timed his arrival for the middle of the day when he knew his mother would still be at work. She'd offered to come get him in her SUV so he could move his things home for the summer, but he'd turned down the offer and got her to rent him a vehicle. He'd wanted to make the four-hour drive on his own, but barely a half-hour into the trip he started wishing his beautiful mother had been there.
Paul was both relieved and disappointed when he walked into the quiet, empty house. He left his things in the car, figuring to carry it all in later. The first thing he did was head for the kitchen to look for something to eat and drink. After that, he went upstairs, but instead of going to his own room he went directly to his mother's. As usual, everything was neat and organized, just as she kept the entire house and yard.
He sat on the edge of his mother's crisply made bed and lay back. It was frustrating, to say the least, that the year away hadn't helped him sort through his ambivalent feelings about her. If anything, missing her as much as he did only seemed to make it worse. The irony wasn't lost on him the way his deeper feelings for her caused him to keep her at an emotional arm's length.
There he was, after his first year of college, and his mother was in her thirties. She looked like she was still in her twenties, and it wasn't unusual when people assumed she was Paul's sister. He was always aware of what a great job she'd done raising him on her own, but at the same time, it hadn't been easy living with a mother everyone wanted to fuck. It had soured most of his friendships when other guys said things about her.
Paul also knew his mother was completely aware of the way people reacted to her, and she didn't do anything to discourage the attention she got. And even though she rarely ever dated, she clearly enjoyed the admiration. Most people thought of his hot mother as a typical, blonde bimbo, but he knew she was only playing a role that was expected of her. She was smarter than she let most people think, even Paul himself.
Lying on her bed, he realized he hadn't really gotten too far away from her. Maybe that's why he didn't get the change in perspective he'd hoped for. His campus was close enough to get home for a weekend whenever he wanted, and they'd talked by either voice or video at least four times a week. They kept it up even when Paul was making connections with some of the hot girls he was meeting on campus.
It wasn't until he started getting close with Jenna, the fourth girl he met at school, that he realized he was gravitating to girls who looked like his mother. All pretty blondes with big tits. And Jenna looked more like Kathy than any of the others.
"What the fuck," he muttered, getting up off his mother's bed and walking into her adjacent bathroom. He reached into her laundry hamper and started fingering through her dirty clothes. It was full of lacy, D cup bras and skimpy thong panties. He finally picked out a lacy, white thong and held the tiny strip of cloth to his face. Inhaling deeply, his senses filled with the ripe scent of his mother's pussy.
"Jesus, this is bad," he told himself, feeling his cock begin to swell as he sniffed the aroma of the pussy he'd only thought about more the longer he'd been away.
Holding his mother's pungent panties to his face, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock with his free hand. He was fully erect and throbbing within seconds, precum already oozing heavily from his cockhead. His hand was soon slamming hard and fast on his enormous shaft. After a couple minutes of furious stroking, he took the panties and wrapped them around his cock.
Between his cock being as big as it was, and the panties being so small, they didn't cover very much of his rigid flesh. But the delicate fabric still felt good, and in a round-about way it let Paul imagine having his beautiful mother's pussy close to his cock.
He'd seen her pussy a number of times when she'd been getting out of the shower or getting dressed with her door open. She never flinched when it happened, and just went about her business as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Paul figured a woman like his mother was so used to people looking at her body that she didn't think twice about it anymore. Seeing her silky-smooth mound that she went out and got waxed every few weeks had never failed to give him a painfully throbbing hard on.
And the sight of her huge, round tits, so smooth with proportionately large nipples, affected him just as much. He'd always noticed her tanned skin, and how she never had tan lines. It also impressed him how her areolas were large, but barely a shade darker than the rest of her skin.
As he stood there in his mother's bathroom stroking his rock-hard pole, she was all he could think about. He loved her the way he never loved anyone in the world, but this was exactly why he found himself avoiding her so much of the time.
His hand was pounding his cock faster and harder, grinding his mother's worn panties up and down that long, thick shaft. But before long he was reaching back into her hamper to grab another pair, holding them to his face to inhale the scent of her pussy while he used the other pair to keep stroking.
He was diving himself toward a hot release when the phone in his back pocket started vibrating with incoming messages. It made him think of all the selfies he saved of his mother, many of which came from clothing store changing rooms and she wanted his opinion on one outfit or another. Considering the way she usually dressed, the outfits were always tight and revealing.
Paul started thinking about the last selfie his mother sent when she was trying on a skimpy tank top. It barely held her enormous boobs. If it had shown any more cleavage her areolas would've been visible. There was no question, his mother had the most incredible tits he'd ever seen.
A few moments later, Paul was gasping desperately while his cock released a plentiful load of spunk that spattered the laundry in his mother's hamper along with the wall behind it.
The young man pumped his gushing cock until he was squeezing out the last oozes of spunk with his mother's panties under his hand. He finally used both pair to wipe up his cock and the drabs that had hit the wall. Then he tossed the cum soaked panties back in the hamper.
After putting his cock away, he pulled his phone out of his back pocket to find the text messages his mother had just sent him.
Where are you? Are you home yet? the first one said. Then there was a second: I'm so excited you're coming back home. I can't believe I get you for the whole summer! I've missed you so much!
