Jeff's mom was only 15 when she had him. He always felt like his mom was more of a friend than a mother. In fact, as he got older they looked more like brother and sister: the same blond hair and wide set blue eyes, the same tanned skin that stayed golden even in the winter. They were very close and Jeff always felt like he could tell his mom anything.
He had a few girlfriends during his teen years, nothing serious but fun and sexually fulfilling. When Jeff was around 19 he started looking at his mom in a new way. He realized how beautiful she was. She was only 34, and better looking than any of the girls he went out with. She was petite but with full breasts and a tiny waist.
To his embarrassment, he began to get aroused whenever his mom was near him. If she reached over him to put dinner on the table, if their hands accidentally brushed each other, Jeff's cock immediately hardened.
One day, Jeff was walking past the bathroom and saw his mom getting out of the shower through the slightly opened bathroom door. He stood silently still and his breath caught in his throat. Was this sex goddess his mother?
He watched as she gently towel dried her supple body, drops of water still beaded on her tan skin. Her breasts were heavy and ripe with large pink nipples that his mouth watered to suck and lick. Her soft pussy was shaved on the sides, with the slightest bit of curling blond hair above her plump lips.
Jeff was enthralled. He wanted to bury his face in that pussy and taste her sweet juices. His cock was throbbing and he locked himself in his room, stroking his hard shaft until stream after stream of hot cum shot high in the air.
Months went by and Jeff's lust for his mother grew even deeper. He went out of his way to touch her, hug her, and feel her breasts pressed against his chest. As they sat on the couch watching movies he would sometimes lay his head in her lap while she stroked his hair slowly. He would inhale deeply, trying to catch the scent of her sweet pussy between her legs.
When his mom was gone, Jeff would retrieve her worn panties from the hamper and sit on her bed. He would press his face against the crotch, smelling her musky scent, his cock in his hands, pumping it slowly and wishing his face was really in her pussy.
One day, Jeff's mom went to the store and he headed to her room. He found a pair of white silky panties. The crotch was smooth white satin and the sides had bits of white lace. He pressed his face into the still damp fabric and breathed in his mom's pussy scent. God, she smelled sweet, so musky and delicious. If only he could really have her.
He stroked his large, plump cock. It felt so good in his hand as he imagined his mom's soft lips closing around it. A sudden sound made him look up and he saw his mom standing in the doorway of her bedroom.
"Jeff, what are you doing?" Her voice was shocked and confused.
