I'm 30. My mother is an uptight German redhead, 50 years old. Statuesque. Tall. Jutting tits and long legs. She never smiled. When I look at porn and jack off, I only look at tall redheads. I don't want to see the faces. I want to see the legs and ass, so I can think of mom while I coat my cock in baby oil and jack off.
I popped a Viagra. Then I ground two synthetic morphine tablets into a fine powder. I get them prescribed for my back pain. It was enough to knock out a horse.
Mom came over and, as always on Sunday, and started to bitch me out for being a failure. "Care for some coffee?" I asked. I knew she'd want some. She holds her ass so tight that more caffeine is always welcome.
She was dressed sharp, like always. Jet black boots nearly to her knees. A gray skirt down to her knees. When she walked and her skirt swayed, you could see little flashes of her white skin. She wore a brown blouse that buttoned up the front. It was a tiny bit tight. Looking at her from the side, anyone could see that she had an ample rack.
The ground morphine was already in the bottom of the coffee cup, so when I threw in some sugar and poured the coffee, it dissolved. She sipped on it while she told me how to make my life better. Her mouth left smudges of her red lipstick on the rim of the white cup.
After about half an hour, her nagging slowed down. Her speech started to slur. She started sentences, then let them hang in the air. I knew the narcotics were kicking in.
I waited a few minutes, until she stopped talking altogether. She just sat there, staring straight ahead. She was in the ozone. I got out a bottle of gin. I took a big swig. From experience I knew that I could drink most of a liter without any issues with the Viagra. I wanted a good buzz while I fucked my mother's every hole.
"Mom," I said, "Spread your legs far apart." She looked at me, puzzled. "Mom, spread put your feet far apart," I said firmly. She slowly did it, as if it was the most complicated thing in the world to do.
"Close your eyes, Mommy," I said. She did it. Her head rolled back.
I reached down and took the front of her gray skirt, and folded it back toward her. No response. She was flying.
I looked down at her white panties. Pure white. I know she bleached them, then ironed them. I'd seen her iron her panties many times. "Lift your ass in the air," I commanded, sternly. "Ahhh?" she slurred. "Lift that ass!" She did it. Reaching down, I took both sides of her panties and pulled them away from her, down to her knees. "Sit!" She sat. There was no response to the panties around her knees. I knew I had her.
When I pulled down her panties, my surprise was that she had a French wax. One thin strip of bright red hair down leading down to her clit, and bald and smooth on either side. I reached down and felt the white flesh beside her landing stip. There was no stubble. It was a fresh wax job. My mom, the slut, had been waxed that morning. That was when I realized that she quite the slut.
"Mommy? Do you like to fuck?" I asked her.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?
"Do you like sex??" "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I took that to be YES.
I reached out and started to unbutton her blouse. Her skin was white as paper. I was surprised to find that she was not wearing a bra. Her tits were still perky after four children, and it showed me that she was so vain that she preferred not to wear one. She knew that her tits were still fine, and wanted the entire world to see it. Which meant that she wanted all the world to look at them, and to desire to fuck her.
Once her blouse was open, her tits were fully exposed. They were generous and as white as a sheet of paper. Her nipples were bright pink and surrounded by brown saucers. I put my mouth on her left nipple and sucked.
She squirmed her ass from side to side on the kitchen chair. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she said. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmore!"
