(This is another student's drunken bragging, be any of it factual or his wild fantasy is unknown to me. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein are not condoned and should not be duplicated. All characters are over the age of 18 with false names to protect the innocent, or not.
This is my first submission, so be kind with your criticism.
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I will call myself Adam Brown, a common enough last name like Smith or Jones. I recently returned from spending Christmas with my Mom and brother. This brought back memories of 10 years ago before I married.
This is my recounting of the best sexual experience in the first 29 years of my life. I was preparing to get married to my lovely fiancée, who resembles Taylor Swift in many ways except financial and so I thought that I would tell of my most pleasurable experiences as they occurred in 2004.
A little history would be in order first. At the time I was the 19-year-old oldest child of my parents, Mark and Rosemary Brown. I have a younger brother by barely 14 months, Jack. My Dad was a successful 52-year-old engineer and designer before his obsessive drinking and drug use led to an abrupt dismissal from the company in North Carolina. My Mom was a 44-year-old administrative assistant to a small manufacturing firm so we were quite well off at first, with a big old farmhouse sitting on more than a dozen acres of land. Our lives went downhill fast as my Dad drank more excessively which led to more drug use, while Mom tried valiantly to hold the family and budget together. My Dad was fine when he was sober but he was mean and abusive to Mom whenever he was intoxicated or high.
I hated my father because of the wild fights where he would physically beat on Mom over the smallest perceived word or look. She ended up calling the cops on him and having him removed from our house more than once. I wished that I were bigger and stronger so that I could beat the shit out of him for the way that he was always hurting my Mom. But I was too scrawny and weak to do anything about it. She got mad at me when I mentioned it, because she said I should respect my father, no matter what he did to her. She blamed herself for the beatings, saying that she must have done something wrong to upset him. I knew she was in a love-less and sex-less marriage but she still stuck with him, trying to stay true to her marriage vows. I hoped that it would never get to where he hurt her beyond the point of permanent damage.
I became an amateur photography buff in high school, and I used my Mom as my favorite model for almost all of the pictures that I took. She thought that it was cute that I always wanted to use her as my model, but what she didn't realize was that it supplied me with plenty of masturbating material as I reached my junior year and turned 18. She was my one and only sexual fantasy and I started to get strong erections with just one look at her, even though I was dating high school girls.
My Mom, Rosemary Brown, stood 5'-3" and a perfect 118 pounds. She had short brown hair cut in a bobbed style, with round metal eyeglasses and a long oval face with a perky nose and lovely white teeth that gleamed past her thin pink lips when she smiled. I thought that her most impressive feature was her 34C breasts, which I learned from checking out her bras in the laundry. Her breasts seemed so full and heavy hanging in the loose tops that she wore, like overly ripe zucchini that swelled and curved upward near her nipples. She had skinny little calves leading up to slender thighs that rose to become the most perfectly rounded ass filling out her dress slacks so nicely. Her ass could easily be the envy of both high school and college girls, slightly bigger than a teenage girls ass but so nice, tight and rounded. The top of her head barely reached my shoulders when I'd take our picture together.
The other reason I had for always taking her picture was that her small nipples were nearly always erect. It didn't seem to matter if she wore a sheer bra, a lacy bra or a padded bra, her nipples still tried to poke through the restraining fabric. I snuck a few voyeuristic photos of her by the pool to capture her full breasts, hard nipples and her tight little buttocks in her swimsuit. I even managed to set up my camera for a couple hidden photos next to the pool and in the bathroom to catch her topless as well as in her lacy red, black and blue bras. She had spice-drop size pink nipples that always seemed to be standing erect from her slightly darker half dollar size areolas.
I masturbated several times a day while looking at my topless pictures of Mom by the pool and in the bathroom, when I wasn't enjoying one of my girlfriends. I was 19, stood 6'-1" with 165 pounds of lean muscle. I had short brown hair, brown eyes and wore a size 13 sneaker. You know what they say about guys with big feet. Yeah that's right. I was sporting a dick that was a fraction over 10 inches and over 1.75 inches in diameter making me over 5 inches in circumference. My cock liked to stand up at attention every time I was around my gorgeous, petite Mom.
My first teenage fantasy was that she would walk in on me jerking off in my bedroom to see the large size of my cock. I imagined that she would walk over, sit down and try to wrap her hand around me while saying, "Oh my God Adam, look at you. I've never seen such a big penis before. Let me help you with that huge thing." I imagined that she began to stroke me and then she would lower her head to take me in her mouth. After a few minutes she would say, " I know what this penis really needs." She would take off her slacks and panties and crawl over top of me to guide my stiff dick into her neglected pussy. She would lift her top for me to suck on her soft hanging tits as she bounced up and down on my stiff cock.
I knew I had to be a pervert to even think such things about my normal Sunday church-going Mom, but I didn't care. My dick was always as hard as an oil derrick and there was only one spot that it wanted to drill, inside my Mom's forbidden and protected wetlands until a huge gusher of hot oil erupted.
I had just finished my final exams for the fall semester of my freshman year for winter break on Dec. 16, 2004. My Mom was going to drive the 3 hours down to the college to bring me home for the Christmas break. Unfortunately, she was unable to leave at noon like she had planned because of the end of the year workload, instead heading out at the end of the day. She hit heavy traffic along with rain, sleet and snowy weather on the interstate, arriving at my dorm a little after 8PM Thursday night. We talked for a few minutes in my dorm before she said she would go look for a hotel for the night, since it was too nasty to drive back in the dark. I told her she might as well stay in my dorm room since almost all of the other students had already left during the past 2 days. She wasn't enthused about staying at the dorm, but finally decided it would save us some money that she was trying so hard to conserve.
We went to a little pub where she had a crystal goblet of Chardonnay along with a corned beef sandwich and salad, while I had a Pepsi with my burger. There were 5 other people in the pub, an upperclassmen couple that I recognized from school, an older 40-ish couple, and the pub owner who had to be in his late 60's. The food was great but the service was very slow with only the owner to cook, serve food and pour drinks at the bar. The glass goblets he used were huge, probably containing about 20 ounces of my Pepsi and her Chardonnay. He apologized repeatedly for his slow service, telling us that his only waitress didn't show up because of the bad weather. Mom had enjoyed nearly all her wine before our supper finally arrived, so the owner brought her a second goblet of wine along with another Pepsi for me on the house. We took our time enjoying our meal the drinks and jute box in the bar, before she told me that I had better drive back to my dorm.
I put my arm around my Mom as we went up to my third floor dorm room as she was wobbling a little bit from her 2 huge goblets of wine. My arm slipped as we headed up the stairs and I inadvertently found myself with a full handful of her right breast. I started to get ready for bed, but she hadn't brought a change of clothes since she had originally thought it was just going to be a long drive down and back. I offered her one of my old white t-shirts and a pair of my red cotton gym shorts. She walked into the bathroom and slipped into my shorts and t-shirt, while I undressed in the dorm room, putting on only a pair of tan gym shorts to sleep in.
I was literally stunned speechless when she stepped out of the bathroom, wearing my thin white t-shirt without her bra. Her full heavy breasts hung enticingly against the fabric of my shirt, leaving very little to my already vivid imagination. She looked nearly as perfect in my t-shirt as the topless shots I had captured of her next to our pool. Her stiffened nipples left a pair of obvious peaks in the middle of my worn t-shirt. She looked as enticing and delicious as I had ever seen her during my high school years.
