I have a nice mother who is 43 Years old, but a widow. My mother is very young looking and has such a terrific figure that it's hard to believe she's over forty. With a figure of around 38-26-40 and a young complexion she looks more like as if She is around thirty. I am the only child of my parents. When we both go together for shopping or other chores I can't help noticing the looks of lust and admiration that my mother manages to attract. The problem is I know that my mother is a born flirt and being lonely for six years had made her worse. In parties when I was younger I have clearly noticed her flirting around with other men. She also loves to show her stunning figure and her breathtaking complexion by wearing skimpy modern outfits and tight salwars and sarees that have given me and quite a few others the hardest times of our lives. In short she is an ultramodern sexy and lonely lady.
My mother and I had always been close. Father died of a stroke at a relatively young age, leaving mother and I alone. Things were rough at first, but we got through it.
I have noticed my friends at school all horny young teenagers just like me, made hot comments about her great figure and sexy breasts. She was a regular in the local gym and beauty parlor and the effort certainly wasn't a waste.
The first time it happened was a few months back. I remember coming home one night after a cricket game. It was about ten in the night when I opened the door as quietly as possible, hoping not to wake mother. It didn't work, though. The living room was dark there was only the outside light shining in through the picture window. I got just inside the door when I heard a sound from the couch. It was mother getting up to confront me.
"You scared the hell out of me," she said, obviously upset.
"I'm sorry, mother." From where she stood the light shone through her nightgown, rendering it transparent. Her long black hair stood tousled and wild looking. Her breasts were large and had no sag. There was a dark thatch of hair showing through the flimsy nightie. It wasn't a cold night, but her nipples had hardened and pushed against the light fabric. "I couldn't sleep and was thinking of you. I thought of your father, and how he left us..." she said. "Mother," I said, crossing to her, "dad didn't leave us. He died. Otherwise he'd still be here with us. You know how much he loved us."
Her eyes welled with tears. I hadn't seen her this vulnerable in years. I took her into my arms. As I felt my mother melt into my arms, her body molding itself to me, I felt a stirring. My cock was reacting. How could I, I though to myself? This was wrong. Still, the feel of my mother's large breasts and hard nipples digging into my chest was causing my dick to wriggle and throb. Her body trembled and, with a heavy sigh, I felt my mother's hot breath against my neck.
"You look so like him," she said softly, sadly.
I was appalled with my body. My cock was now rock hard. In fact, I don't believe I'd ever been this hard. I could feel each beat of my heart, the blood forcing itself through my cock. I was just about to pull away when mother, ever so gently, ground her pussy against my dick. What a marvelous sensation that was! She, too , must have felt it, because a low moan tore from her throat. She looked up at me, her eyes bright with tears.