The following is my entry for the 2020 Halloween Story Contest.
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Julie was almost there. She started the masturbation session by thinking about her math teacher, but was struggling to finish and probing for a kink to think about. Maybe Mrs. Jameson was not just going down on Julie, letting her play with that head of magnificent red hair. Or maybe not Mrs. Jameson at all.
In her near-orgasm state she drifted to fantasizing about a different woman. Also older, mature, responsible, and maternal. Julie imagined coiffed brown hair between her pale thighs and an experienced tongue. She imagined watching the woman's round butt wiggle from excitement.
That was it. She was there. In a moment her body thrashed while she moaned and called "Oh mom!"
After catching her breath, Julie thought in her post-orgasmic clarity. When she finished she was thinking about a woman like her mom: the hair, the butt, and the height. She was always attracted to women that are tall, curvy bordering on chubby, and maternal. If her mom has curly red hair instead of chestnut brown, she would be everything Julie wanted in a woman. Physically, at least.
Somehow, the idea of sexual attraction to her mother did not seem that strange to Julie. She recalled Freud said every little girl falls in love with their father. Perhaps she fell in love with her mother instead. Her parents divorced when she was young, and Julie rarely saw her mother until she was already a teenager. Freud would probably have something to say about that too.
Her mom posted a picture of herself in a bikini on Facebook a few days ago. Julie picked up her phone and scrolled through her mom's pictures until she found it.
Julie thought about what her mother's chubby thighs must feel like. Soft and smooth, she imagined, like her mother's hands. Oh, those hands. To comfort Julie, her mother would stroke her back. Julie thought about how it would feel if her mother did that while she was going down on her mother. "My sweet angel" her mother would call Julie. Julie unconsciously slipped her fingers back into her pussy when she thought about having her mother call her 'sweet angel'.
Julie locked her phone and set it aside so she could masturbate in earnest. In her fantasy, Julie was going down on her mother, searching for the right spot while looking into the older woman's eyes. Her mother was stroking her head and cooing "that's my girl". Julie was already nearly there, her body filled with warmth and nervous energy.
The phrase "just like that, my sweet angel" came to Julie in her mother's voice. That was enough for Julie to finish, her body lifting as every muscle in her contracted, then released with the waves of pleasure.
It took a minute for everything to pull back into focus after Julie opened her eyes. Her body limp, she looked over the clock. She had two hours until her appointment with the college's financial aid department.
Julie had this weekend with her mom. Maybe, she thought in jest, she would make a move on her.
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"Hey mom," Julie said as she walked in the door.
The two hugged and Julie could not help but smell her mom's hair which brought a tinge of excitement.
"Hello my sweet angel. Is everything on track for school?"
There was that phrase, bringing another twinge of excitement.
"Yep! Start next Monday, and I got all the financials worked out."
"Of course, mom's little accountant worried about paying for school. I'm so proud of you, you know."
"Thanks mom." Then, because she seemed upset about something "Is something wrong, you seem, distracted?"
"Oh, it's Jim. Things are, well, we're getting divorced."
"Oh mom, again?"
Her mother seemed relieved, even chuckled at the tease.
Julie thought her stepfather Jim was an OK guy, but as they talked, Julie learned he had issues with her mom's constant work travel. This was the same reason her mother and father divorced. And why she rarely saw her mother for most of her childhood.
Julie did her best to comfort her mother, mostly listening, but a thought crept into the back of her mind. An awful thought. A thought she hated. Her mother would be single soon.
They caught up, and by the time Julie went home her mother seemed to be in a better place emotionally.
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"Come on man," Kae told Julie "First Saturday at school! College is a chance for people to change! Meet new people, try new things, start new hobbies!"
"I know" Julie responded "I'm just not the kind of person to go drinking. Besides, I'm 18."
"Fine!" Kae responded dramatically, flopping on Julie's bed "We can get some boys and go to a park. We will have a nice, polite picnic like proper ladies and gentlemen"
Julie pushed Kae off her bed, and scoffed when Kae let herself fall into a pile on the floor of their dorm.
"Since we met last night, can you let me know if you are going to take every chance to make fun of me?"
"Until you give in" Kae answered as she rolled into a seated position. "What if we got some girls?"
"I would prefer girls, but no. I'm a homebody, and I actually like that about myself."
Kae examined Julie.
"You have a crush on someone." Kae flatly declared.
"What?" Julie flushed "what makes you say that?"
"Woman's intuition." Kae kept talking as Julie protested "I've got a lot of experience with all things related to love and dating. Do you know the secret to my success?"
"Your winning personality and respect for other people's interests?"
"Hell no, boy's are stupid. I go for what I want. That's the secret. I want it, I go get it."
"At some point, we're going to have to have a conversation about the difference between boys and girls. But I'm still not interested in going day drinking with you."
"Fine, I'll drop it. But I do think you should look into getting a new hobby and making friends. Be a more complete, rounded person and all. Besides, it'll be good to have something to think about other than school."
Julie helped Kae to her feet.
"Have any suggestions?"
"I decided I'm going to start working out before class. You could join me?"
"Is that a dig?"
"No. There's been studies. Exercise helps learning."
Somehow, Kae managed to bully Julie to joining her in working out five days a week. Julie was not a fan of tracking her weight with her lifts, but ended up agreeing. Even at 5'10", realizing she weighed 200lbs was a bit of a blow to Julie. Kae insisting "we're in this together" helped Julie feel better though.
Having a hobby did speak to Julie. She kept trying to think of a hobby she could pick up, but instead she kept thinking about her mom. The irrational idea kept coming to her that whatever hobby she picked would useful in seducing her mom. If she became a great juggler or guitar player, her mom would be so impressed her panties would fall right off.
"Maybe," she thought to herself "what I want is just an older woman who can care for me."
That thought led to her googling hobbies for older women, thinking she would find something she could do with a motherly girlfriend.
One of the first results was a makeup tutorial for older women. Julie rarely wore makeup and watched the video in awe as the woman in the video worked. The vlogger was a good looking woman in her early fifties, but by the time she finished, she looked thirty. It was amazing, and like that, Julie knew what she was going to do.
Julie was going to spend her college years learning to change her appearance, convince her mother to go to a bar, "meet" her in disguise, and have sex with her.
"Or," she told herself "more likely, I'll just have a new hobby."
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