"Ben, are you up?" my mom shouts from the kitchen.
I groan, lying face down on my drool-covered pillow. I glance at the clock, it's 9:30...shit.
We have a family reunion today, my mom's been planning it for months. All my aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents will be here. She used to do these reunions every year, but she hasn't wanted to answer questions about Dad and the divorce, so it's been a couple years. She's been so stressed out, constantly organizing and thinking about the reunion.
Honestly, I can't stand family gatherings. But she is pretty psyched about it, so I've been trying to help as much as I can.
I make my way to the kitchen and sit at the counter, rubbing my eyes.
"Late night?" Mom asks, glancing over her glasses at me as she chops away for the veggie platters.
"Yeah," I say, fighting back a yawn. "I wanted to finish my paper so I could focus on helping you today"
After shit went down with Dad, I couldn't stand working for him anymore - I'm 21, now, and halfway through getting my Associate's Degree, living here with Mom to help around the house - and, well, because I can't stay away from her.
"Don't worry, though," I say, "I finished my paper, so I'm all yours for the day."
"Don't tell me that," she says, winking at me. "Just kidding...but hey, I do need to talk to you about that."
I look at her awkwardly.
"You HAVE to behave yourself today, Ben," she says sternly, pointing her finger at me.
I grin, "I can't promise anything..."
"Ben, I'm serious!" She insists, trying not to smile.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," I assure her, "I'll be a good boy." I hop off my stool, slap her ass, and head to take a shower.
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Standing in the shower, the hot water runs down my back. I'm trying not to think about that dress Mom bought for this stupid fucking reunion, she sent me a picture of it when she picked it out...it's this tight, black dress that's gonna hug her curves perfectly. I don't know if she's trying to tease me or what, but it's already working.
As I stand in the stream of hot water, I step back a bit and let the water run down my shaft. I'm so fucking hard, there's no way I'm making it through this gathering with her in that dress, not if I don't rub one out now. I reach down and start stroking.
I close my eyes and imagine Mom's big, brown, doe eyes looking up at me as she kneels in front of me. I imagine it's her mouth around me, sucking my cock and looking up at me with her makeup running down her face in the shower, tits bouncing as she deep-throats me.
Just the thought is enough, I bust my load on the shower floor with a slight groan.
Just then, Mom yells "hurry up in there, I need you to move the cars!"
"Be right out!" I shout, frantically squeezing shampoo into my hands so I can wash my hair. I finish getting ready and head out to help.
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It's 1:00 and people are starting to arrive. My Aunt Stacy is the first to get here - she always is. She's the loud aunt, the "life of the party" aunt. Always the first to show up, always the last to leave. She's brought a crockpot of chili and a case of beer.
As I'm helping carry stuff in, the rest of the gang shows up and the party kicks off.
Mom's in the dining room, laying out platters of food. Cheese, crackers, chips, dips, wings, sandwiches...she really went all out. And, just like I thought, she looks fucking incredible.
She's got the dress on, it's so tight it perfectly accentuates the shape of her big tits and her mom-hips. She has her hair pulled back so her thick, brown curls bounce beautifully out of a messy bun...her hair always smells so good. Uuugghhhh. I quickly turn away and start taking people's coats and drink requests.
As I hand out beers and cocktails, I can see Mom's starting to freak out. She's trying to finish setting up and she's got relatives at every side of her - they're asking questions about the divorce, her job, her sons...she's trying her best to hold it together. We make eye contact and I gesture toward her office.
"You okay?" I ask as she closes the office door.
"Yeah," she says, shaking her head. "Just a little overwhelmed."
I pull her in closer, "relax...I got you."
She nuzzles her face into my neck and caresses my face. She smells so fucking good. She quickly turns back to the door.
"Ben," she says, "stop, they'll hear!"
She reaches for the door and I come up behind her, pushing her into the door with my ever-growing erection against her ass. She moans slightly.
I grab a handful of her perfect, round ass and press further into her, kissing her neck and sliding my hand around to the front.
"Stop it, Ben!" She whispers, pushing me back with her ass.
"Alright, alright," I chuckle, backing away. "I'm sorry."
"You know I want it, baby," she says, "I just don't want to risk anyone hearing us. Thank you, though...I needed a quick break."
