Now this is another version of the last story I wrote: This is the version we all would like to have happened:
My story began in college, in my first term. I was young, dumb, and full of cum.
My roommate Lenny was cool and full of stories. One night he told me this story about a kid he grew up with named Carl.
Carl was a devious guy and he had read this story about a guy who let his mom catch him jacking off on purpose, so Carl followed the same concept and in the end he actually got to fuck his own mom.
When I went home for Christmas break the one and only thing on my mind was fucking my own mom.
My mom was kind of a hot MILF. She got pregnant with me when she was fifteen so she was only thirty three and she worked out and did yoga too. She never married and it was always just us two and we have always very close.
She also has a slight drinking problem. Nothing very bad, but after a long day she loves to enjoy a couple rum and cokes and sometimes gets a little tipsy, and when she does she also becomes a little more uninhibited and it always makes me wonder what the fuck is going on.
Sometimes when she gets drunk she will put on some pretty dicey movies. Nothing X rated but they would have some pretty graphic sex scenes. And sometimes instead of changing into her jammies, which are her yoga pants and a T-shirt, she will come walking out in a nightie. Nothing see through but a shorty that only covers an inch past her ass and when she bends over or sometimes even just watching the movie it will ride up enough for me to see her panties, and definitely sexy enough to make me go jack off right after the movie.
Now for Carl's plan to work things had to be just perfect, and a mom who liked to drink was at the top of the list. That night after Lenny told me the Carl story in the bathroom of my dorm, for the first time I jacked off thinking about my mom.
As Christmas break got close I had worked up a total plan, and Lenny after seeing a picture of my mom said, "Dude, you can fuck her, and you should, she is so fucking hot. I wish my mom looked like that."
As soon as I got home I started my "Christmas Plan" to fuck my mom. Lenny knew a guy who was over twenty one and we got him to buy us a bottle of rum, only it was 151 proof instead of the normal rum.
I got home before she got home from work and took her rum dumped half of it into another old bottle and refilled it with the 151 rum. Not all, just half, and I mixed those two half's together so I had two bottles of rum that were both half 151 proof and half 86 proof and then stuck the other half of in the rafters in the basement.
While I was in the basement I remembered another Lenny story and went over to the clothes chute where the dirty laundry dropped from the bathroom. In about seven seconds I had two pair of my moms panties in my hand. The crotch was white with dried pussy juice. I brought the crotch up to my nose and Wham! My moms pussy. It smelled fantastic. My cock went from 0 to 150 in two seconds. I ran up to my room stripping as I went. I had those panties over my head with the crotch in my mouth and I was suckling that juice in ecstacy. In a very short minute I blew my cum all over my chest.
The next day I put my plan into action. When she went to the store I got the day's fresh panties that fell down the clothes chute panties along with the ones from yesterday.
I had sucked all the juice out yesterdays panties so I put that pair on and put the other new pair on my pillow.
I was nervous as hell waiting for her to come home and when I saw her car pull in I ran to my room and got in place. I was jacking off in the pink lace panties and had today's black lace panties on my head. I had left my door open an inch nor two and my eyes were just cracked enough that I saw her walk by, and then I saw her back up and look in. Her face went beet red and she looked shocked as I pumped my seven inches as hard and fast as I could. I felt it coming fast and at the last second I moaned, "Oh Mom, Take my cum. Take it deep in your sweet pussy." And then blew my load into those pink panties. The cum was coming through the lace they were so soaked with Jizz.
I heard her walk away and about a minute later I heard the door slam and she yelled, "I'm home Jason. Are you up yet? I'm making coffee."
I yelled back, "I'll be right there". and as I quickly got dressed I could hear her humming. She always hummed when she was in a good mood so at least so far my plan was working. She wasn't pissed or disgusted.
When I went into the kitchen she brought me a cup of coffee and hugged me saying, "It is so nice having you home Jason. You sure have turned into a strong sexy man in three short months." And then she added, "But what is that smell? You need a shower mister." and as she walked away she playfully let her finger caress my arm. In that instant I realized the smell she smelled was from her panties being all over my face. She was smelling her own pussy on me and on my breath.
She had a yoga class that night so there was no movie time by the time she got home, but the next night we were home all night. She told me to pick out a movie to watch while she made herself a drink. I instantly asked if I could have one too.