ONE
Over the past year, I've noticed my mother looking at me differently. Every day it was the same thing, her soft green stare watching over me as I came out of the shower. Her supple form, stalking outside my room anytime I had another woman in the house.
To tell the truth...
I loved her new obsession with me.
She was beautiful and curvy and plump, her body a perfect hourglass figure. Her deep green eyes complimented her flowing dark hair. She strutted around the house, well-practiced from her days as a model, hips swaying in her favourite gown, as the purple fabric just barely covered her plump ass.
It was great, but it needed to be confronted.
I sat down in my room and prepared the first step of my plan. I left my door open, hoping that she'd peak through when she thought I was distracted. The big difference between this time and the others, was I wanted her to watch me. I had porn on my monitor, big and bright for her to see. I had hoped it'd confirm her feelings. I hoped the image of her son masturbating would awaken something inside her.
I leaned back in my seat, turned on my external webcam, and pointed it at the door. I had it running a live feed straight to my phone, which sat masked by my body. I took a deep breath and found the loudest, roughest porn I could find. I decided on a video of a young son, fucking his busty mother.
It was fake of course, but it suited the moment.
A few minutes passed, before I got comfortable. A few minutes more, and I decided to turn the volume higher. A few minutes more and that's when she arrived, peering through the crack in my door, her eyes clear as day in the image on my phone.
I slowly pulled out my cock, and shifted my hips to make sure she could see it. I stroked it slowly, my focus stuck on the phone instead of the video. I relished the idea that the woman who raised me was perverted enough to watch.
My confidence swelled and increased the volume.
"You're gonna take care of mommy?" The woman in the video was a smoking hot slut. "You gonna fuck mommy baby? Take me away from your mean father." She rode her
son
with hard bounces of her hips, her moaning was so loud I imagined the neighbours could hear it too.
I looked back at my phone, and it seemed my mother's confidence had grown too. The door sat open wider, as she knelt within its frame. She threw her hand in wild circles, rubbing one out between her legs, joining me in my masturbation as her mouth hung open with lust.
I couldn't believe how brazen she was. I imagined the risk made it better.
My arrogance in the moment led me to my next decision. I screenshotted her image, saved it, then sent it to her. I followed it up with a text. "You can suck it if you want..." It wasn't until I looked down at my phone that I realised who I sent it to.
"Fuck." My voice was disguised by the load moans. My heart thumped deep in my chest. My heartbeat doubled in an instant.
I sent the image and text to the family group chat. It consisted of me, my mother, and my two sisters, Carly and Rachel.
"Fuck." I mumbled again, resting my head in my hands, as a deep pit formed in my stomach. I turned back to the phone once more. My eyes widened at what I saw. I whipped my head to see it with my own eyes.
There my mother stood topless; her eyes fixed on me as her panties sat draped around her ankles. She looked at me with a hunger in her eyes that was undeniable. She stood there frozen, almost as if she was waiting for my command. "Did you mean it?" Her voice mixed with the moans of the woman on the screen. My cock twitched, as the two worlds melted in my mind.
I leaned over to my desk and muted my computer.
"Did you mean it?" Her face carried the glare of a woman obsessed.
I didn't know what to say.
I nodded.
She dropped to her knees and before I could react, she planted her head between my legs.
I didn't say a word as she did it. I just sat there confused at the confidence she displayed, watching as my mother took my balls into her mouth, watching as she moved up to my cock and worked it with the same attention, lathering and coating it in her saliva, before taking it into her lips.
Her years of experience were apparent almost immediately. She suckled my tip, taking it into her warm mouth, as she massaged her lubricant into my skin. She jerked it, and tugged, and stretch her hands over my cock. She wrestled her tongue against my tip, licking up whatever pre-cum dripped from its slit as she closed her eyes and embraced it.
In that moment I drowned in her sensations. The heat of her mouth, the softness of her palm, her delicate fingers tickling my balls.
It was all too much.
It was all perfect.
I rested my hands on the back of her head and leaned my hips into her rhythm. I guided her pleasure as she took me, and within a few minutes, I felt it swell uncontrollably within my groin. My cock throbbed and she released me from her lips. She continued to jerk me through it, coaxing sperm from my balls, until my cock exploded in deep white ropes against her face.
"Paint me honey. Give it to me."
I groaned out as each one stretched from her chin to her cheek, to her hair. Each one soaked her in my forbidden love, as it stretched out from me with a violent force.
I fell back into my seat, my mind a mess of endless possibilities.
She stood up and scooped my seed into her mouth. "Dinner will be ready in an hour." She licked her lips. "Carly said she's going to be late again." She reached down and pulled up her panties. "Rachel's spending the night at her boyfriend's."
She walked out of the room and left me there, sprawled out on my seat, mouth gaped like a fool.
TWO
The dinner went as normal as I could hope. Carly arrived late but made no mention of the message that was sent. I wondered if she'd seen it. I wasn't dumb enough to bring it up. My sisters had always taken a while to respond to family messages. My hope was mine had been the same.
When dinner was finished, I offered mom my help with the dishes. Carly looked at me surprised, but shrugged it off, clearly happy that someone handled her chores for the day.
"Sure thing." Mom said.
