The day started just like any other day. Little did I know what fate had in store for me. Life always seems to blindside you with its little surprises. But, to be complete in the narration of my tale, I must rewind a few days to the beginning. Please bear with me while I set the stage.
My name is unimportant, but for the sake of this story, you may call me John. The season's had once again turned towards fall and I had spent the past few weeks after college trying to fit back into my parents house. It seems that my degree that I had worked so hard for was little more than some fancy writing on a piece of parchment. It almost seemed criminal to take someone's money and yet deliver an education that was next to useless, but I digress. I had decided to move back into my parent's house because I had very few job prospects. The situation was less than ideal.
It all started on Friday. My dad had left that morning on a two month trip to his brother's house in LA. His bother was having some trouble with his new business and asked my dad if he could fly out and help. That night I had gone out with a few of my buddies to the local bar. That night I had a little too much to drink and ended up stumbling back in around 2 AM. I tried to be as quiet as I could be, but I woke up my mother anyway. She came downstairs as I was trying to find my way through a dark kitchen to get a glass of water. I winced as the light came on I turned around to see my mom chuckling at me. She was wearing a sheer nightgown with a robe covering most of her breasts. I could make out the outline of her erect nipples through the robe. The beer had soaked through my brain and had disabled the part that kept my tongue in check.
"Wow, mom," I stammered, "you're a MILF"
Just as my brain was reeling with the realization of what I just said, I noticed that she was blushing. Her skin took on a rosy sheen all the way down between her breasts, and I could swear that her nipples actually got harder. I stumbled back out of the kitchen trying to figure out what to do next. I couldn't believe what I had just said, and in the back of my mind, I felt certain that I was going to have to find a new place to live. I don't remember much after that. I passed out shortly after I sat down on the couch. I awoke the next morning wrapped up in a blanket. I started to sit up and became immediately aware of two things. First, my head felt like someone had run over it with a truck, and second, I had the biggest hard on I had ever had. As I reached down to adjust my boxers, the room seemed to spin. The lights suddenly went out and all I could see was my mom's head bobbing up and down. I felt her soft lips closed tightly around my cock. Then I was sitting on the couch again with my head throbbing.
"What the hell was that", I asked myself, "some kind of a flashback? I must have had a really weird dream last night." I stood up slowly and decided that I needed a shower. A few minutes later I was standing under the hot water, letting it wash the throbbing in my head away. It was doing absolutely nothing for the throbbing in my cock. I figured, as long as I was relaxing, I might as well take care of business. As I stood there stroking my hard cock, I kept picturing my mom's head bobbing up and down. I closed my eyes. In my vision, I could see right down my mom's robe. Her nipples were just visible inside her nightgown. Just as I was reaching my climax, she raised her head and looked me in the eye. I shuddered as I came. My cum shot all the way across the shower and splattered on the tiles of the shower wall. I couldn't help it; I just kept cumming over and over. When I finally came back down to earth and opened my eyes, I heard someone knocking at the bathroom door.
"John," my mom called out, "are you okay? You've been in there for almost an hour"
