Mom was going out to another party. Since Dad had left, she’d taken it upon herself to find another mate. He'd hardly been gone five minutes before she’d started dressing up sexy and wearing more makeup. It was as though she was relieved that he’d left her for another woman. She spent a lot of time shopping and primping, phoning her friends and making arrangements to go out on the town. I liked the way she looked now. She seemed happier than ever before.
As a single son of eighteen years-old, I certainly wasn’t complaining. My Dad was overbearing and had been too present in my life, constantly harassing me about my poor grades in school and telling me that I should get myself a job. But, now that he was gone I had more time to myself, especially considering my Mom’s ever-growing social activities.
I liked being in the home on my own. It felt relaxing, as though I was in my own place. I took advantage of the situation by lounging around watching TV, playing video games, listening to loud music on the stereo, and indulging in porno DVD’s. The latter was my favorite activity. In just the past three months, I’d rented a wide range of porn flicks, from straight sex to lesbianism, threesome to BDSM, voyeurism to exhibitionism, masturbating at every chance I had. My latest interest in porn had developed from a MILF film.
“Mothers I’d like to fuck.” I said out loud.
I’d always had a thing for my Mom. Even before Dad was gone I thought she was hot. When I was young I’d watched her getting dressed in the mornings, sitting in front of the bedroom dresser in her bra and panties, combing her long dark hair and applying her makeup. The whole process took a long time. She was very methodical, opening each container in turn, gently applying the contents to her face, eyes and mouth, and then closing each container carefully before continuing to the next stage. Sometimes I’d had the pleasure of seeing her slip into her silk stockings, gently pulling them up over her slim legs. That was usually when Dad was away on business.
I particularly liked it when Mom applied her lipstick. She would draw the outer edge first; her long nail-polished fingers holding the brush like a painter to a canvas. Then she would fill in the center with rouge and turn around to me to see if I approved, with a beaming smile on her face. Even back then I found it very sensual. I had no idea what was happening, except that it had made me feel happy. Later on, I discovered why it had made me feel that way, tugging at my shaft in the night until I sowed my seeds beneath the sheets.
As I grew older, I became more observant of her. I was no longer privy to watching her getting dressed or doing her makeup, but I was still fascinated by her charm. She paid attention to detail, always looking smart, but there was something sad about her demeanor. As far as I was concerned she was a gorgeous-looking woman, with a superbly rounded figure, beautiful breasts and long skinny legs. I loved to see her wearing her short summer dresses, showing ample cleavage, and I was especially turned on whenever we went swimming together. Let’s just say she looked great in a bikini. I couldn’t think of a more beautiful woman. Still, she wasn’t happy for many years, I could tell.
But, times had changed and Mom had reverted back to her old sexy self, with a twist. She was still as lovely as ever, but she had recently taking to having a couple of glasses too much wine. The last time she came home I’d had to unzip her dress for her before she fell onto her bed. I felt a bit embarrassed seeing her in that state, especially as I could see the tops of her stockings as she lay down to rest, raising her knees toward her chest in her drunken stupor.
“Kevin, where are you?” she’d called as I exited her room “Come here, sweetie.”
I wanted to reach out to her, but I couldn’t. Instead, I closed the door and went to sleep in my bedroom. As I lay there awake for the next hour, the thought crossed my mind to go check on her, or rather to find an excuse to indulge in my fantasies. Reason got the better of me, thinking that I couldn’t take advantage of a drunken woman, especially my mother, and that she might regret it in the morning.
I sat there in front of another DVD, one of the three I'd rented for that night. I’d completely forgotten the time, and I hadn’t heard her come in through the front door.
“What’s that you’re watching?” she giggled.
I turned around and saw Mom standing at the living room entrance. She was wearing a short black leather mini-dress and a light-blue tube top with strappy heels. She looked tipsy again.
I quickly shoved my dick back into my pants and was about the grab the remote.
“No, don’t turn it off. What are they doing?” she asked, stepping into the room.
Fuck, I couldn’t find the remote. It must have slipped down the side of the couch, or under the cushions. I fumbled about, trying to locate it.
“Sorry Mom”, I said, “It’s just something I borrowed from a friend.”
Mom was faster than me, despite her inebriated state. She walked over to the DVD player and picked up the case.
“So, you’re friends with Pure Sugar DVD Rentals, are you?” she laughed.
She stood there in front of the TV facing me, her back to the screen, her legs parted slightly, watching me. I couldn’t look at her without seeing the porn flick playing between her thighs, so I turned my head away.
Mom stepped forward and plopped herself down on the couch next to me, the DVD case in her hand. Her skirt rode up her legs, exposing her thighs. When I turned toward her, her breasts were almost in my face. I sat up and squeezed myself into the corner.
“Let’s see what this one’s all about,” she said, smiling at me.
She looked at the screen for a couple of minutes while I sat there terrified, wondering what the hell she would say about my viewing choice. I hoped that she hadn’t seen me wanking, but I feared she had. I didn’t even know how long she’d been standing there in the living room doorway.
“Mothers I’d like to fuck.” she declared, turning the case over and looking at the description of the movie.
“It’s err, just, err, well, err, you know,” I mumbled, trying to think how I could possibly explain anything.
“It’s err, just that you would like…” she said softly, placing her hand on my knee and running it over my thigh.
“Mom!” I gasped.
“Shush, sweetie, Mommy’s home now,” she said, “Watch the action and enjoy.”
She undid the fly of my jeans and pulled out my stiff cock. I obeyed her orders at first, trying to concentrate on the porno movie, but I couldn’t manage. I wanted to watch her instead.
She took hold of my shaft and ran her delicate fingers up and down, at first tickling me with her nails, and then taking me in her palm. She explored my girth, rubbing from the head down to my balls and back up again.
“Hmmm, you’re my big boy,” she said, flicking her hair to one side.
She didn’t seem as drunk as I had first thought, or at least she wasn’t showing it now. The way she caressed me seemed deliberate and caring. I couldn’t help wondering if she’d thought about doing this before, perhaps even practicing in her thoughts.
“Mm, Mom, that feels so good,” I whispered.
She continued to stroke me as I got harder and harder, turning closer and closer toward me until my face was between her breasts. I smelt the fragrance on her cleavage, a mixture of perfume and her natural delicate scent. My balls were about to burst.
She got down off the couch and sat between my knees, her mouth open, smiling as I had seen her when I was young. She leaned forward and placed her lips over the head of my shaft, and kissed the tip. The sensation of her beautiful mouth around my swollen gland was ecstatic. She looked up at me and smiled.
“Are you ready baby?” she asked.
Before I could answer, she took me deeply into her mouth, pushing down until I could no longer see what was happening down there. All I knew was that she was sucking me like nothing I’d ever experienced before. The feeling of her mouth engulfing me and her lips around the base of my cock, her hair draped over my groin, and knowing that I wanted this for so long made me shudder in excitement.
She swallowed every drop of my streaming cum, and then licked my cock dry like a mother kitten washing its young.
“That was nice,” she said, “But, I’ll have to teach you to hold on a little longer. Mommy wants some fun too.”
I sat there, literally blown away by the orgasm, while Mom got up and went off to her room.
“Don’t forget to turn off the TV”, she said, winking at me before she left.
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