Showing his Mother Off...and Taking Control. (Part 2)
Junior sat in front of the computer screen in his bedroom, just staring at the screen. He flicked from picture to picture, and everyone was of the same subject...his gorgeous Mom. Junior was 19, a college boy, handsome and muscular, over 6', with a shock of blonde hair.
He had taken every picture that he was looking at, and it brought back stunning memories of that night, nearly two weeks ago, when he had taken his 39 year old Mom to the Pizza House and then come back to the house. It had started off innocently enough, but lust and slow, taboo seduction, and animal attraction, had slowly overtaken both of them, making events totally irresistible and Junior had ended up fucking his gorgeous Mom on the living room carpet.
Wow! It had been on his mind...and his cock...every second of every day since! It had been the first time it had ever happened, but would it be the last?
There was no doubt that his Mom, Annie, was a sexy, beautiful woman, and her defences had been lowered on that evening by a few margaritas and the way Junior had complimented her on how sexy and hot she looked. The evening had been slow, sensuous, totally without precedent, and they had both been tempted and seduced beyond their wildest expectations. He knew that his Mom, Annie, was a righteous, loving, warm woman, and she worked really hard for him and his two sisters, but his thoughts about her over the last few years had been slowly burning because of that awesome figure.
Annie had initially allowed him to take innocent photographs of her, but they had gradually become more daring, until Junior was actually running his hands all over her shapely body, rubbing his cock against her ass in his jeans...until the inevitable happened, and neither had the willpower nor the inclination to stop it.
That was two weeks ago and, ever since, the atmosphere in the home had been a bit different. Neither had brought up the subject, and both tried to carry on as normal. Of course, things could never be 'normal' again!
As Junior studied the pictures, his cock growing like it did every time he looked at them, he thought of his Mom downstairs. She was 39, only 5'tall but with a magnificent body. She was blonde, had stunning, firm, hard 36DD breasts, a slim waist, a tight ass and shapely legs, and she could wear any outfit with the sexiness of a woman half her age.
Junior studied the picture where his Mom was standing by the sofa, holding her skirt right up to her waist, and with her blouse undone, the little, lacy bra only just holding in the two fabulous mounds of flesh that seemed to be fighting to escape. He looked at the little, pink thong that only just covered her smooth and hairless vagina, and he couldn't help it, but he just had to caress his growing cock as he thought of how he had been able to explore that wonderful body on that night.
Oh God, would it ever happen again? Would he ever get to touch those curves again, or run his hand up the insides of Mom's thighs? He flicked up another picture...the one where he was able to see his Mom's wonderful ass, naked apart from the little pink strip of thong that disappeared between the cheeks of her ass. What would she be thinking? Would she be as excited as him at the possibilities, or would she be so ashamed that Junior would just have happy and horny memories of that fantastic night, and nothing would ever happen again?
He couldn't just leave it there...he would go stark raving mad!
Unfortunately, his two teenage sisters were around most of the time, so teasing and playing with Mom was out of the question, but he was able to ogle and study every picture at night in his room, and think about how he had slid into that velvet, soft cunt and enjoyed the most wonderful fuck of his young life.
His Mom had even sucked his cock and let him cumm in her mouth, and the experience had been beautiful, so beautiful, one that he would never forget for the rest of his life...and it had left him wanting more and more...again and again! But would it ever happen?
He remembered quite clearly his Mom telling him 'Tonight never happened, Junior. OK?' and she meant it...or did she?
Junior's Dad was away from home more than he was there, as he drove an articulated truck all over the country, and there were times when Junior felt a little ashamed of how 'that evening' had turned out, because he loved his Dad just as much as he loved his Mom. He always looked forward to Dad being at home, to go fishing with him, or swimming in the lake, or just goofing around, but when Dad was away on the road, Junior couldn't help but return to that magnificent, mature shape that seemed to be dazzling him every time he saw his Mom.
It might have been his imagination, but he thought his Mom was going to the gym more regularly since 'that night.' She seemed to get up at the crack of dawn, go to the gym, and then be back in time to get his and his sisters' breakfast, and then she would be driving them to college or school, before going off to her own place of work.
Because of the gym work, her body and the tone of her shapely curves, if anything, seemed to be getting better and better, if that was possible. Mom's breasts were hard and seemed to hold up more firmly, without any hint of sag, her tummy was firm with no excess flesh at all, and her hips seemed to be getting slimmer so that her delectable ass was tighter and shapelier and looked stunning in the tight clothes she wore...when she wore tight clothes!
Life was so hectic that Junior just didn't seem to get the chance to talk to his Mom at length. Was she avoiding him, or did she think he was avoiding her? More often than not, she wore baggy shorts and sweat shirts when rushing about chasing the children, and Junior thought she might be doing it on purpose, not wanting to tempt him any more than she had to.
God, what was he going to do? He went out with his college friends on some evenings, just to take his mind off the subject, or he played baseball, basketball and football just to get rid of his pent up energy, but whenever he came home again, Mom was there, carrying on as if nothing had happened. And his sisters just goofed around the house, or went to see their friends, leaving Junior a very frustrated teenage boy.
It was one evening as he was ogling the pictures on his computer again that Junior heard his Mom call out 'Goodnight, girls. Love you!' and Junior could hear his sisters making their way to their bedroom. A chance, he thought! He gave his sisters a few minutes and then crept slowly down the stairs and went into the kitchen.
His Mom was stood over an ironing board, ironing fresh clothes, in the middle of the kitchen, and Junior nonchalantly went and took a drink from the fridge.
'Hi Mom. Still busy? Annie smiled at him.
'Always busy, Junior. You know, a woman's work is never done, is it?' She still had her baggy sweats on but Junior still moved up behind her and slid his arms around her waist. His cock was still hard from looking at his Mom's pictures, and there was no doubt that she could feel him pressing against her bottom.
