* Fictional. All characters in story are 18+
I wanted her so badly. It was her smile. Her mannerisms. Her eyes. Her full 38C breasts. Her sexy, curvy 38 year old body.
She was my first fantasy. She was my mom.
Ever since I turned 18, every chance I had, I would retrieve her used panties from the hamper in her room, getting me as close as possible to the sweet treasures between her legs.
I would hold her thongs, bikini cut, and lingerie panties to my nose inhaling her beautiful scent. I would lick the crotch of her panties, tasting whatever I possibly could of her sweet pussy.
I would go through her drawers, feeling her lace, silk, and nylon items. I would feel, stroke, and suck on her sex toys; from the few vibrators she had to the one life-like 7-inch dildo.
I would listen-in on many evenings, listening through the wall that separates our bedrooms, to the sounds of her and my dad having sex.
Listening to her soft moans, her mild screams, and her dirty talk. I would stroke my 6 inch smooth, rigid, and cut cock, listening to the bed squeak, to their moans, to their orgasms.
I would cum all over my chest with them, envy of my dad having the opportunity to taste her, fuck her, and own her.
I would always try to get the panties the morning after these nights, hoping to get a taste of their bedtime efforts.
Every day I yearned for her. Thought about her. Smelled her. And stroked my cock to images of her in my head.
She rarely left my mind.
Then one day, for whatever reason, I told myself that I was done fantasizing about it. I was 19 now. I had to at least try.
Whether it would ruin our close mother-son relationship or not, I had to at least try.
It was the first day of summer. I was 19, done my first year of community college, and was now looking for a job to keep me busy over the summer months until college re-started.
It was often hot in our place in late June, so I would typically sleep naked in my bed.
This day however, I made the decision to lay in bed, on top of the covers, and pretend to be asleep.
I had this hunch the night before, that my mom would come in on the first day of "summer vacation" and tell me to get up and get some resumes out there.
It was about 830am on Saturday. My dad was likely out golfing with friends as he normally does on weekends. I was awake, naked, and hard, pretending to be asleep with some 'morning wood'.
Sure enough, there was a knock on my door.
My heart was pounding. My eyes were closed. My body was in a relaxed state, except for the obvious.
Then there was a second knock and a "Sweetie, it's time to wake up".
I didn't answer.
Then I heard the door knob turn and the door swing open. It seemed like time just stopped.
I heard a gasp. A strong intake of air. The sound of someone being shocked.
There was a noticeable pause. Then I heard the door close.
Thinking she had closed the door and left down the hall, I slowly opened my eyes.
But I was the one to be shocked next. My mom had come into my room and shut the door behind her.
She was standing there with her hands on her hips. Wearing some sweats and a t-shirt. Her hair tied back, looking cute as ever on a Saturday morning.