I was taken aback, and my eyes couldn’t help but fix on her proudly erect breasts and overgrown pussy.
But mom looked more surprised and said, Oh, I didn’t know you were home.
It seems she wasn’t in a hurry to cover herself, instead she deliberately turned around in style so that my horny eyes could take in her stunning ass before slowly walking back into the room.
On another occasion, the bathroom door was open and I walked in to find my mom in there, freshly undressed and naked, and it was obvious she was planning to take a shower.
For a moment I was so embarrassed that I stammered a quick apology and then slipped out of the bathroom blushing.
It’s okay, honey. Mom didn’t seem mad. I forgot to close the door.
It’s nice that she’s not trying to hide her desire for sex anymore!
I was very pleased with what I saw.
The only odd thing in this case is that there is also a separate bathroom in the parents’ room where mom has always showered in the past.
As I said, mom started wearing very short golf skirts (she didn’t really like to play golf), but only at home and after dad went out.
That day she was wearing one of those short skirts that just barely covered her hips, and when she sat down, her beautiful thighs were completely exposed and her white panties were always visible – always white, I realized.
Mom was becoming less and less aware of how she sat, sitting across from me, her thighs open, her knees up, her legs parted, her skirt visible, as if she didn’t know that her son’s eyes were blazing with lust.
The white panties came in and out of my view frequently, just a glimpse, but it was enough for me to see the style of these panties, a sheer, high-waisted white panty that gave you a clear view of the sinuous black cross.
I stared greedily at the dizzying blackness of the area, when suddenly my mom gave me a sassy and flirty glare as if she could see right through me, causing me to jump, but it seemed that instead of getting angry, she sat down next to me and stared wistfully at me, tenderly stroking my head with her hand.
A familiar and unfamiliar scent of a woman’s body drifted into my nose, and all of a sudden it made my whole body shiver with excitement.
I just hope that my mom really does desire me and can make me get what I want.
Mom was so close, almost within reach, that I wanted to suddenly crush her underneath me, but at this point I was at a loss as to what I should do next.
If I were to make a move on my mom, only to find out that it was just wishful thinking on my part, it would probably ruin the good relationship that my mom and I have worked so hard to build, and I don’t want that to happen.
After all, she was my mom, and there was no way I could morally do anything bad to her unless mom initiated it or made further intimate moves.
(Later, I learned that she was very conflicted at the time as well, and had been trying to restrain herself from going beyond that one step that could have changed our lives forever.
) Nothing happened on this day, and I was a little disappointed, but relieved.
I longed for a breakthrough, but was afraid of it.
Another night, I was lying on the carpet watching TV, casually placing the newspaper I had finished reading on the floor beside me, when my mom came over and tried to pick out a few to read.
She was bent over on her half-knees, her back to me, her legs apart, her plump ass right in my reach.
She was wearing a short golf skirt and white panties that were too much to wrap around her tight ass.
Through the white transparent panties, I could clearly see the outline of her two plump labia.
Just as I was lost in thought, staring at them and imagining the wonderful sensation of rubbing and grinding them with my rod, I suddenly realized that my mom was looking at me through the gap between her legs with a wry smile on her face.
I immediately turn my head away as if electrocuted and blush.
Mom didn’t say anything and continued to read the newspaper as if nothing had happened, while I glanced at her fabulousness from time to time as if I were a thief, until she finished reading the newspaper and sat back on the couch.
That’s when I realized she was forcing herself not to laugh out loud, as if she was having a good time. It turned out that my mom had planned this, and it was just a cheap shot for me, the wimpy spectator.
When it came time to say goodnight to each other, Mom’s kisses were especially tender and lingering, taking twice as long as the usual kisses, almost catching up to the passionate kisses between lovers, and I could have sworn her tongue tentatively came out twice.
It looked like she was reluctant to part with me, and I’m pretty sure she really wanted me to stay with her all night, but I backed off.
I’m terrified that once things get started, they’ll be unmanageable.
Though in my dreams I could do anything in bed with my mom, I wouldn’t begrudge her giving her everything I have and she would reciprocate, including her passion and even her body.
But in real life, I can’t, I’m not entirely sure what my mom has in mind yet.
Ah, my dream!
I was going crazy.
That night, I spent the whole night pistol-whipping alone.
The next morning I got up and took a shower, surprisingly refreshed, and as I was shaving I heard my dad driving away.
It’s Saturday, and I know he won’t be back tonight because he has to deal with a long meeting at nine o’clock the next morning.
Dad’s so pathetic.
After shaving, I went down for breakfast.
Mom soon came in, wearing another short golf skirt (I knew that must have been on her after Dad went out) and a t-shirt, not wearing a bra underneath.
My God, she looked so hot and steamy and I was in just a pair of shorts at this point, it was unbearable, my rod was starting to get out of my conscious control.
She made me my favorite pancakes and I sat down.
She held up the pan with the pancakes inside and came to my right hand side and put the pancakes on my plate.
It was all so natural, not a hint of artifice at all, as I slipped my right hand between her legs and tenderly caressed the insides of her thighs.
She snapped to a standstill and stared into my eyes, her dark brown eyes suddenly radiating blinding flames of lust, so I knew what I had to do next.
As if electrified, the sensation I felt when I ran my fingers over my mom’s soft, satin-smooth skin was wonderful.
We froze for several moments at the same time, both waiting for what was going to happen next.
Well, what’s done is done, I’ve broken the ice, pierced the thin layer of paper between us, and I have no choice but to move forward.
At this point, I wouldn’t be a man if I still backed down like I did in the past.
So I started stroking up and down the insides of my mom’s soft thighs, then slowly tapered up from the knees to the cross of the thigh roots.
Mom’s breath caught immediately, but she still didn’t stop me, instead placing the pan holding the pancakes slowly, slowly on the table, and with no intention of moving away from me, she just stood there letting me fondle her flesh.
Eventually she couldn’t hold back any longer and circled her arms tenderly around my neck, keeping mine pressed against her left breast, panting sharply, and I guessing she had some fear of what was to come.
For a long time, I just patted and caressed my mom’s attractive thighs, and she just tenderly wrapped her arms around my neck.
My left hand also pressed into my mom’s thigh, both hands caressing her thigh together.
My left hand slowly crept upward along the outside of my mom’s thigh, and soon I was feeling the height of her usual panties, but surprisingly the touch was incredibly soft and warm skin.
My left hand continued to roam her hips, and it finally dawned on me that mom wasn’t wearing any panties at all!
Unable to handle my touch, mom let out a moan while pressing my head firmly against her soft, firm breasts.
My right hand wasn’t idle either, as it began to move deeper into my mom’s inner thighs, very carefully approaching the target zone that I had been pining for day and night.
Mom hastily shifted her right leg and spread her thighs so she could facilitate the exploration of her baby boy’s eager hands.
I tentatively put my hand up to my mom’s pussy, touching the soft pubic hair, a little further forward my hand touched my mom’s pussy, so I gently and tenderly stroked my mom’s warm, wet pussy lips, and at that moment it felt as if I had arrived at a place that had once been very familiar to me.
I swear, from the day I was born until now, I never imagined that there would come a day when I would be able to fondle my own mother’s pussy like a lover; it was only the preserve of my dreams.
Everything is like a dream.
As if in response to me, a violent shudder immediately ran through my mother’s body as my hand brushed against her pussy, and then she suddenly and quickly pulled off her T-shirt and turned her body squarely towards me, pulling her obstructing golf skirt violently over her head and pressing my face violently against her naked, soft, and perky breasts while my hands continued to move with great vigor over my mother’s tantalizing flesh.
Her left hand teased her pussy lips while her right hand rubbed her ass hard.
All I seem to have left is instinct.
I flipped both of her pussy lips open and stuck my finger inside, which was already wet and dripping with lust.
Mom couldn’t stop panting heavily while guiding my mouth to lick her nipples.
Without having to be instructed by her, I consciously flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth across my mom’s playfully erect nipples, nibbled gently at the roots with my teeth, and then feverishly sucked and nibbled on my mom’s plump, high breasts.
Mom obviously couldn’t stand the small movements of my fingers down there the most, and her hips began to rhythmically sway from side to side in protest of my illegal intrusion.
Her cunt had become so lubricated that the entry and exit of her fingers met not a single obstacle.
Finally, Mom couldn’t suppress the physical urge to scream out, God, that’s so wonderful, honey!
Don’t stop, don’t…heaven forbid, I press on, I have no intention of stopping, only the thought of going further, the thought has driven me crazy.
My mouth greedily sought back and forth between the peaks as my fingers continued to tease my mom’s pussy.
Oh…oh…God!
Mom moaned, her body seeming to melt, trembling with this continued passion.
Oh…ohhhh…God! Good…good…honey! Oh…ah…so…so beautiful! If you’ve never had the experience of sticking your fingers inside your mom’s pussy or pressing your face against her naked breasts, I’ll bet you’ve never even tried the most wonderful sexual pleasure in the world.
Oh, my rod can’t hold back any longer, it’s about to burst through my shorts.
That’s when mom suddenly left the table and dragged me.
Come on, baby!
Take off your pants, she ordered!
At the same time, she quickly unzipped her short skirt and pulled it off, while I peeled off my extra shorts as fast as I could ever peel them off, revealing my ugly, upturned, hot, thick rod.
Oh, God, what a big one!
She looked surprised at the thickness and length of my rod as she took hold of it and pulled me hard to the counter.
But she quickly turned around, leaned against the counter, turned her back to me, and sent her blooming ass toward my eyes.
Here, baby, she’s a little impatient. Come on, come on. Stick it in Mommy from behind.
I stayed looking at Mom’s beautiful, snow white, plump ass with awe and I swear I wanted to do what Mom told me to do a hundred thousand times, but how was I supposed to do it when I had never seen a woman’s pussy before this, had no idea how it was constructed, and had never even penetrated my rod into any of the girls from the front, much less from the back? Mom once again reached back and grabbed my rod.
Come on, baby!
I want your rod in me right now, she urged!
She bent her upper body over the counter and lifted her ass up, urging me to hurry.
Couldn’t care less.
I stepped between her wide-open legs, held my rod in place, aimed it at her ass balls, and thrust forward with a clench of my teeth, and very unexpectedly my rod entered my mother’s pussy without incident.
God, what does this feel like? I felt the warm walls of my mom’s flesh tighten around my rod, so excited I practically jumped out of my skin.
Baby, push in, Mom screamed, I need your big stick to fuck Mommy hard.
So I pushed in with my rod while mom arched her ass back until my rod was completely buried in her juicy, lovely pussy.
Oh…it’s so beautiful, baby! Mom murmured: fuck me, fuck me hard…fuck your mom with your big kissing meat…