Jeff woke reluctantly not wanting to lose the intensely erotic feelings infusing his dreams all night. 'Fuck me, Mark's mom is so damn sexy. How can that boy sleep with that in the house?' He rolled out of bad and threw on some clothes to empty his bladder.
He came back in looking longingly at the bed thinking how great it would be to return to the dreams filled with soft, smooth skin and pillow-like tits rubbing all over his body, her mouth taking his cock deep into her throat. Shaking his head, he started making the bed but he couldn't clear the images, the memories out of his head and his cock was demanding urgent attention. So he pulled off his clothes and flopped down on top of the covers. Closing his eyes, replaying everything he saw yesterday, everything he felt, all the incredibly realistic dreams, he furiously began pumping his cock.
"Honey, I hear you are up, I have a questio...God! I'm sorry!" Stacy yelped seeing her naked son jerking off. She turned her head, but couldn't get the image of the bulbous head projecting above the boy's fist.
"Mom! Don't you knock?" Jeff yelled trying to cover his cock and balls with his hands. "Get out, let me get dressed."
Stacy looked confused at first holding a folded pile of laundry, so she quickly walked over to his dresser and plopped the pile down and started for the door. Her back to her son, she said softly, "Please don't worry about it, I know you masturbate, all boys do." Hesitating, she turned around and she walked back and sat down on the bed. Putting her hand on her son's leg she said, "Can you just answer a question that's been bothering me and then I'll leave?"
Eyes wide with shock, Jeff looked up at his mother realizing his nudity didn't bother her in the least and her hand stroking his thigh did feel good. "Ok, but then you have to leave. This is really embarrassing."
"I'm sorry, but relax. I've walked by your room and it was pretty obvious what you were doing and it actually is really healthy. Anyhow, Elaine called me last night and told me you boys were talking about us, about us mothers and called us MILPs or something? I couldn't understand her clearly since she was laughing and then your dad called and I had to take it. What is a MILP?"
"Mom, it was just us guys joking around, don't worry about it." Jeff said, getting even redder. "And, it's not a MILP, it's a MILF. M I L F. Can you leave now? We can talk about this in the kitchen."
"MILF? Just tell me, I like a joke as much as the next girl." She said softly stroking his thigh higher and higher.
"Ok, if I tell you, will you leave?" Seeing her nod, he continued, "It means Mother I'd Like to...F. You know..."
"Fuck, so you boys were talking about fucking your mothers?" Stacy chuckled, "I guess I can't say that is shocking news. I've seen how you boys look at me, at us. Especially Sue. I'll bet she is the main MILF for you boys."
"No, mom, I mean yes. Crap. She is really hot, but so are you. Oh, God. I can't believe I said that." Jeff stammered
His mom laughed, "Relax, I know how you 18 year-old boys are. Any pussy will do. You know, wouldn't it be more accurate to call us MILDEWWs?"
"MILDEWs..what is that?" Jeff asked seeing her mother's grin.
"Mother I'd Like to Do Every Which Way." She said grinning, "I'll bet you think about more than fucking, like getting sucked off, playing with our tits and pussies. Christ, I'll bet you'd like to fuck those tits on Sue. Hell, I'd even do her. You were at Mark's house last night weren't you? Were you thinking about his mother when I walked in? I'll bet you were."
Jeff never felt his face so flushed, this couldn't be real. His mom using this language, taking frankly about Sue's tits...even suggesting she'd do her. Subconsciously he began rubbing his cock again. "Mom, should we be talking about this?"
Ignoring his son's discomfort, "That's what's wrong with men. It's MILF and not MILE. Mothers I'd Like to Eat, hell, we'd be there for you if that's what you wanted." She kept absent-mindedly stroking his thigh until she felt her thumb press up against his scrotum. She slid her hand back down his leg and up again to his ball sack. "So, who are you taking to the prom? I never heard you say."
Jeff's eyes were glued to his mother's hand sliding right up to his crotch, and realized she asked him a question, "Um, no one. I haven't asked anyone."
"Why not? There must be a girl you want to take to the prom. God, I remember mine. That was a night. Billy Schmidt. He was..." Opening her eyes and looking at her son, "I'm sorry, you don't want to hear that. Anyhow, there must be a girl."
"There is, I mean there was. Remember Shayla? She and I were...can we drop the subject?" Jeff said feeling his cock shrink.
"What? Look, I'm not going to laugh, or be mad. What happened? Couldn't you..." She asked softly.
"No, God no. We were in the back of the car and she let me play with her breasts, you know, under her shirt. Anyhow, it was the first time I'd ever touched a girl...so, she started rubbing my dick through my shorts and when she undid my pants and pulled out my cock...This is really embarrassing." Jeff faded off.
"You came? There's nothing really unusual about that." Stacy said kindly.