She was on top of me. The woman of my dreams. My mother. Her robe was open and I was pulling her gigantic tits down as hard as I could. I thrust my dick up into her tight pussy and she dropped her ass down to meet me. The sound of our slapping flesh filled the air. Again and again I bucked up at her. "Ohhh... Dev.. DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!" She screamed over and over.
The pressure of her soft breasts on my shoulder and her wet lips against my forehead woke me up. Like they did every morning. It was only a dream. It's only ever been my dream. "Time to get ready for school, sweetie." She spoke so softly in the morning. I sat up in bed and wiped at my forehead. She watched me with her motherly smile. I could feel the weight of her body on the bed. Mom's hand moved to my stomach and rubbed it gently, "Breakfast's ready," She exclaimed in her upbeat morning mood. Only Mom could be so chipper in the mornings.
She stood up and I groggily followed her into the kitchen, watching the faint outline of her butt cheeks sway back and forth against her robe. I've been attracted to Mom for as long as I could remember. It got more serious in the last few years. I remember when she gave me baths as a little kid, she'd wrap me in the towel and pull me out of the tub. She always pressed my head into the soft swell of her breasts to dry my hair. I looked forward to those few moments everyday. Since high school started, my fantasies involving her became less and less innocent. I started dreaming about her almost everynight and now I was hooked.
She was humming no tune in particular as we made it to the kitchen. Mom started dishing out eggs from the pan. I sat down and took the opportunity to marvel at her beautiful body. She was a 5'3 blonde at around 120 pounds. A bombshell in every sense of the word. Whether you liked her full, smiling crimson lips or the boobs that popped out of every piece of clothing, maybe the big round ass, her jeans always rode up into her ass crack. The reason why I always let her walk ahead of me. My dad had walked out on Mom when he found out she was pregnant with me, I had trouble understanding how anyone could ever walk out on her. She truly was the woman of my dreams. "So we should go over the plan for today, hun. I know this new routine we have is going to take some getting used to," Her words snapped me out of my fantasy
"I'll pick you up at the fountain right after school at 3:15. Then we'll go pick up your pants and head to store. I'm going to make your favorite, steak and mashed potatoes, and you're going to love it!" She said with a smile as she handed me my plate of eggs. "You're gunna learn that it's not so bad having your old mom around," I knew that as she bent down to pull my lunch out of the fridge. Her fluffy pink robe was riding up her legs and exposed some of her tanned thigh to me. Her ass squeezed against the soft material of the robe, "You better get going, sweets." Her words brought me back to reality again. I checked my watch, I was going to be late. I grabbed my lunch and nearly got out the door before I realized that I did forget my morning hug. Mom leaned against the fridge and shot me a knowing look, I ran back over and wrapped my arms around her, feeling the warmth that only Mom could offer. I was holding her probably a little tighter and longer than I should have. "You better not be late," She chuckled. I kissed her on the cheek and ran out.
I stepped out the front door into the cold. It's the morning before Halloween. Things really were changing. Mom was laid off from her job as a receptionist at the local college. I'd be more concerned if my grandparents weren't very helpful with the bills. Mom made the decision to wait until the economy was picking up to look for another job. She'd be spending her days at home and with me. I was smiling at my good fortune when I remembered that I really did have to get to school! I started running down the sidewalk to school.
The day was uneventful as always. I never did have any luck with girls, not even in my senior year here. I spent most of my time thinking about Mom anyways. I sat through Biology and daydreamed about licking Mom's pussy, she was giving me head in Sociology, I was reaming her in Calculus. Finally the bell rang for lunch. "Hey Devin.. tell me you caught that Bulls game last night?" My best friend Scotty called out from halfway across the benches outside. I perked up as he invited himself over and sat down across from me. "Can you believe we got creamed, Pargo played like a girl, right?" I couldn't help but smile. "He's not the one who made that god awful pass!" I spoke up rather loudly. A group of passing girls giggled at the outburst. Scotty grinned at the clique.
The girls passed and Scotty looked back at me, "You're coming to the party tomorrow, right?" I paused for a moment and he continued, "Don't do this Devin. Please tell me you're coming. I need the ride! Don't mess this up for me! You can stay a virgin your entire life, but I'm getting myself some pussy!" He shouted just loud enough that the tables next to us could hear.
"Don't worry. I'm going and I'm driving. I'm not the reason you're still a virgin. I hear it has something to do with your face." He threw his apple at me. I ducked just fast enough. The bell rang, time for class.
The school day finally ended. My last class was at B building, I quickly stopped at my locker and ran through the halls, the last thing I wanted to do was leave Mom waiting! I made it out towards the fountain, huffing, red in the face and still managed to be five minutes late! I saw our Buick parked up against the curb a few feet from the fountain. I got up to the car window and Mom greeted me with her soft, motherly grin. "You're late, mister. Must have been an interesting class, huh?"
"Uhh.. yeah. I was stuck at B building. I got here as fast as I could, trust me." I got into the car just as she started up the engine.
"As fast as you could, huh. You were probably scoping out some girls with Scotty. It's all that boy can do to not sneak peeks into the girl's locker room." She spoke like she knew the half of it.