The evening had not worked out the way I'd hoped. Mom was going out and I'd have the house to myself and was hoping to get Shannon over for us to finally have full sex. Yes we gave each other hand jobs; yes we gave each other oral sex (but I wasn't to cum in her mouth); and, yes, I could rub my cock on her very wet pussy but, so far, no actual penetration. Maybe tonight would be the night.
I was desperate to get laid, before setting off to university at the end of the summer, and Shannon looked my best bet.
Mom had gone off with friends, to a so-called rock concert. She would, probably, be going back to Julie's and would either stay over, or, more likely, would call me to collect her, possibly quite late on. I agreed I would not have anything alcoholic and she agreed to buy my sobriety with $50. Good deal.
Earlier, while mom was in the shower, I'd sneaked in and checked her bed, where I found her clothes and underwear laid out.
Wow. She was going to be wearing the red Dream Angels set, from Victoria's Secret. I loved that set - but why wear such sexy underwear to a rock concert? Was Mom hiding something?
I didn't care. She had been alone for over five years, since pop's death in a car accident and, though she was way too hot to go without a man in her life, she had never seemed interested in looking for a new guy. Or, maybe, things had changed and she was going to be out on the prowl?
When she came down later, gave me a twirl and asked how she looked, I had to check myself from gasping out loud. Did I say she was hot?
Her black skirt was skin-tight; the thong back to her panties made it look as though she had no panties on and the 34DD bra, under her tight red ribbed sweater, was perfectly showcasing her tits. Plus she was wearing the Jimmy Choo Mimi 100s, also in red. She was way beyond hot. We are talking volcanic.
Now, hot MILFs are a great turn on for any 18 year old guy, but when the M is your own Mom, it is a bit conflicting. Still, my eyes and brain know when they see something they like, even if it is my own mom and I sure as hell liked what I was seeing now.
"Mom, you look fabulous, really stunning. Classy and sexy, all in one."
"Classy AND sexy! Why thank you, kind sir. You certainly know how to say the right things - though I wouldn't let your friends hear you calling your old mom "Sexy". They might get the wrong idea."
"Mom, you know my friends always pegged you as the hottest mom around, which is why they always wanted to come here for pool parties and sleep overs."
"Well, come and give me a hug, then I'll be off."
The hug was slightly uncomfortable, as I was afraid the sloppy one I was already sporting in my boxers would show and I had a sneaking feeling mum was aware of it and amused. She hugged me much more forcibly than normal, squirming against me and I was sure she was trying to feel my impending boner. Or maybe that was just an 18 year old's perverted imagination?
30 seconds after she'd gone, I was fully erect, my hand pumping as I imagined her in the Victoria's Secrets underwear, rubbing against me, her dark brown eyes staring into mine with a lust I knew she'd never feel. I imagined her going slowly down, taking my pre-cum-soaked head into her mouth, sliding her lips up and down my shaft, her tongue playing the devil with the underside of my head and then being spread open, in front of my cock, to receive my gushing fountain of cum.
I imagined her slowly closing her mouth, swallowing my fresh, hot spunk and I imagined her standing to kiss me, the taste of my spunk still on her mouth and tongue.
I exploded cum all over myself, the settee, the floor. It was a massive cum, but they all were, when Mom had been my fantasy sex toy.
Like a typical bloke, minutes later, having cleaned up and returned my softening cock to its lair in my boxers, I was on the phone to Shannon, asking her over. She was up for it until I mentioned the "No Alcohol" rule, when she decided she'd had a better offer. The guys were just the same. They were happy to come over, but not for an AA night.
Suddenly, that $50 didn't seem such a good deal.
It was a glorious evening, so I stripped off naked and swam 50 laps of our pool, laid down on a deck recliner to enjoy the night's warmth and fell fast asleep.
When I woke, it was getting dark. The automatic pool lights were on and, in their glow the silhouette of my hard-again cock stood proudly. I reached down to give it a gentle stroke, then squeezed upwards from the base, seeing the head expand and a small drop of pre-cum emerge, the pool lights glinting brightly through the clear liquid. I couldn't remember my dream and wondered why I was so hard. Then again, I'd missed out on Shannon.
With my thumb, I spread the juice over the end of my knob and around the glans. I began a slow wank. I knew where I was headed and I knew I could take all the time I needed. Mom hadn't called, so it looked like she was staying over at Julie's and I had the house to myself.
I closed my eyes and put my head back, imagining mom and wondering how her night at the so-called rock concert had gone. Had she picked up? Had she got laid? Was she, at that moment, letting some new guy see her sexy underwear, perfect tits and, I imagined, even more perfect pussy? Was she sucking off some guy's cock, swallowing his spunk, like I'd dreamt of her swallowing mine?
Well even the slowest wank nears its end and mine was approaching when, with my eyes still closed, I sensed, rather than heard, something not quite right. I quickly spun round, opening my eyes to see mom, stood at the patio doors, staring at me.
I was horrified. Mom had come home without calling me and was stood watching as I wanked, fantasising about her. If she could have read my mind, I'd have been in deep trouble and, let's face it, I was going to be in enough trouble anyway.
"Oh no, sorry mum." I blurted.
"Oh no, I'm sorry Danny!" mom blurted at the same time.
Without looking at me, she turned and disappeared off into the house, as I sat with my quickly diminishing cock in my hand, a snail's trail of pre-cum across my fingers.
What to do now? First thing was to get some clothes on and think about what to say. Clearly, mom had been as embarrassed as me. Should I go up to her? Would she come downstairs to me?
In the end, I decided I would open a bottle of her favourite wine, get 2 glasses and go up to see her. In I went but, when I reached the kitchen, there she was, an open bottle of her favourite wine and two half-filled glasses. Interesting - we'd both had the same thought.
"Sorry, mom. I thought I was all alone. "
