My name is John. I'm 18, senior, 5.9, 170, fairly good looking, if I say so myself. In pretty good shape. I can't really believe this happened. A friend once told me that fantasy is so much better than reality and I believed him. Until my fantasy became my reality. Living reality, seeing reality, it tastes, feels and smells so much better.
My dad passed away suddenly two years ago. He was only 36. One of those unexplainable medical things. A brain hemorrhage and he was gone.
After the initial shock things settled back down quickly. My mom, July, seemed okay almost right away. In fact, now that I think about it, I never saw mom really grieve.
I was 16, mom just 33. Dad got her pregnant at 17. They were both in their senior year in high school. They got married as soon as they graduated.
I came along six months later. It was a difficult pregnancy and so mom couldn't have any more kids after me. I always thought mom and dad where close, happy, whatever. But in hindsight, maybe I was wrong.
Mom started dating, like three months after he past. I remember being really angry, when she told me. I didn't understand and I sure didn't want another dad. She laughed when I told her that and she told me not to worry, that would not happen, at least not for a long, long time.
I'm 18 now and fully get what she meant. My mom's a whore. I'd say slut, but mom has a way of getting these assholes she "dates" to give her stuff. She's a smooth talker and from what I hear coming through her bedroom wall into my room at night, she's really good in bed. She the classic milf. 5.7, slender, "C" cup tits, at least, over the shoulders light brown hair. She wears low cut blouses, to let everyone get a look at her inviting cleavage and short skirts and high heels that show her toned legs. She has that 'come-hither' look that men 'hither-too'. She's a receptionist at a car dealership. No doubt the manager put her front and center so when guys walk in, besides the new cars, she's the first thing they see.
Occasionally, one of these losers she goes out with will try to win me over with a gift/bribe. I've gotten everything from a TV for my room, game console, computer/video games, cash, cd's, dvd's, and just recently a cam for my computer system. Anything to keep me occupied while they fuck my mom.
As I was attaching my new cam to my desktop, I noticed, there was a wireless micro-cam included. It was really small, the size of a pen. At that exact moment, I heard my mom moaning. I wondered what they were doing and I looked at the cam. I really get off on voyeur adult vids and knew enough that they were staged. Then I thought, God, I'd love to see the real thing. Here's my chance. Even if it was my mom.
The next day when she left for work, I put the micro-cam on a shelf in her room, on top of some books. My mom read? Shit, the only things she reads are texts on her phone.
Back in my room, I turned it on to make sure the angle was right. Perfect! It had the side of the bed framed and up high enough that I could see all the action. Now I just had to wait till Friday night when my mom would bring home her latest fuck. I headed off to school.
That afternoon as I was sitting at my desk getting my homework done, mom got home from work. She passed my bedroom door which was opened and said "Hi" and that she was going to jump in the shower and then get dinner started. I nodded okay.
I went back to my homework and then remembered the cam. I quickly turned it on and there on the monitor was my mom, with her back toward me, on the other side of the bed. She was unbuttoning her blouse.
By the way she was moving her hips, I knew she was also kicking off her heels. She shrunk down to her normal height when she got them off. She turned around facing me and threw her blouse on the bed. Her amble breasts encased in a lacy blue bra. I've seen her in a two piece bathing suit before, but lingerie was different.
She reached up, unclasped the bra from the front and freed those puppies. They barely sagged at all. Her quarter sizes brown areola's the perfect size for her lovely breasts. God, for the first time as I could remember, I was staring at my mom's naked tits.
She let the bra straps slide off her shoulders and the bra fell to the bed. She moved her hands to the underside of her tits and rubbed them wear the underwire had been. She let out a sigh, then in a low voice said, "That feels better."
I stood up, walked over to my bedroom door and closed it. Went back to my desk and before I sat back down, I unbuckled my pants, pulled them and my undies down past my knees. Grabbed my growing dick with one hand just in time to see my mom finishing taking off her skirt. She turned her naked back to the cam and I got a quick glimpse of her tight little ass as she stripped off her shear black pantyhose and sat on the bed finishing take them off. She stood, put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and wiggled her ass out of her matching blue laced panties that were wedge in her ass crack. I watched her walk into her bathroom carrying her bra and panties throwing them in the hammper. Her ass was tight and firm, her waist tapered nicely, her brown hair swaying against her back and shoulders. God, my mom was one hot piece of ass.
When she went into the bathroom, turned and looked at herself in the mirror. Her silhouette was gorgeous. Her tits jutting out from her chest. She moved side to side looking at herself, turned and disappeared behind the wall as she turned on the shower.
I sat back in my desk chair, looking at her bedroom. I smiled at myself. My pants down to my ankles, a stiff woodie in my fist. I was jacking off looking at my mom. Then I stopped smiling. God, I could get off on just looking at my naked mother. Sweet Jesus.
Through the speakers I could hear the shower running. I pictured my mom, hot steamy water splashing on her head as she tilted it back, letting it flow through her silky brown hair. Cascading over her shoulders. Her hands, massaging and slathering the soap on her perfectly shaped tits. The soapy water running over her stomach, down past her pussy, thighs.
Then silence. The shower was turned off. I sat there, waiting to see my mom again. My hard cock just resting in my hand.
She appeared. She was running a towel up and down her sweet body drying herself off. Her hands moved up over her head, shaking a towel on her wet hair. Her tits moving to the rhythm, God, my mom looks delicious!
She put the towel on the sink counter, looked in the mirror, fluffed her still damp hair with her hands. With her arms raised, her luscious tits lost their slight sag. My mom is perfect!
She turned, leaving the bathroom. I saw it. The perfect "V" of her closely trimmed light brown pussy hair. 'Well, the drapes match the carpet,' I smiled to myself.
My mother takes care with the appearance of her pussy. I thought, 'Of course she does. That's how men like women these days and you know how mom likes men.'
Through the sparse hairy veil, I got a quick glimpse of her pussy slit as she moved to her dresser at the end of her bed. Again, I was looking at the lovely outline of her silhouette. She slipped on some white cotton granny panties, tucked her tits in a sports bra. I guess mom didn't want to be bouncing her jugs around her impressionable teenaged son all evening. She pulled on some gray loose fitting swear pants and slipped on an oversized t-shirt. Sat on the bed to put socks on. Stood and walked out of the room and my view.
I looked down. My cock now was semi-hard. I was so engrossed watching mom that I had stopped jacking off.
'Fuck!', I said to myself. 'I should've downloaded her on a flash drive. I could have jacked to her later. Idiot.'
I sat there for about five minutes just looking at her empty bedroom.
A while later, she called me for dinner. Clueless, she made the usual dinner talk. How was school? Did I get that English project I was working on done? Anything interesting happen today? I looked at her and smiled.
