I suppose I was alot like most boys growing up. My first sexual arousal came about when I had a crush on my mother. Not until I was older did I realize that this was a perfectly normal feeling. Of course, having a mother who was quite attractive helped the situation along considerably. The first time I masturbated, I jerked off thinking about her.
As time passed, so did my fantasies about my mother, or so I thought. Mom aged very well and at the age of 61, she was still a beauty. She was 22 when she had me and time had been good to her. She was 5'5, weighed about 120 lbs. with medium length blond (dyed) hair. Her eyes were a deep, haunting hazel color and could pierce right through you if she so desired. Her breasts were medium in size, but still seemed pretty firm for a woman her age. Her legs were slim, tanned and very sexy, probably the best feature she had.
I hit my 20's and thoughts of having sex with mom were the furthest thing from my mind. I had a relatively healthy sex life of my own, bedding a number of women who were about my own age. I was quite happy, but something kept telling me that there was a missing factor in my sex life. I found that missing factor when I began working as an activities director in a senior citizen center.
I enjoyed my work. I had always had an affinity towards older people. For some reason, I always got along with them. They seemed to enjoy my company and I had some fun times with people twice as old as I was. After several weeks on the job, I met a particularly pretty woman who was in her early 70's. She was quite spry for her age and longed for the companionship of someone younger and more vibrant than the people around her. We hit it off immediately.
I wouldn't call Doris a raving beauty, but she was attractive in her own way. We became fast friends. I really hadn't thought about her sexually until we had what I like to call a "defining sexual moment".
Now I was kind of in-between lovers at the time, and fairly horny (which I was quite a bit anyway!). I had spent a couple of hours with Doris and we were having a great time together. She asked if I would help her put up a picture she had bought in her room. I went with her to her room and placed the painting on the wall. I had inadvertantly dropped several nails on the floor and, since I was standing on a chair, Doris bent down to pick them up. When she did, I got a great view of her 70 year old tits. I had never seen an old woman's tits before and I was very turned on. I got a hard on right away and Doris, spry as she was, didn't miss a beat. She saw my hard on, one thing led to another and we ended up in bed together having one terrific fuck.
I would go into greater detail, but this story isn't about my fucking Doris, so I will leave those details for another chapter. The point of telling you about fucking Doris is that it turned me on to a whole new sexual world and a brand new sexual pleasure... fucking older women. It also brought back the fantasy of fucking my mother. In fact, when I had fucked Doris, I had visions that she was my mother. I felt guilty, but I couldn't help the feelings. Those feelings grew stronger as time passed.
In the meantime, I had sex with several older women and each was extremely pleasureable. Some men like young girls, but I was drawn to older women. I was drawn to my mother.
My dad passed away when I was 28. Mom dated for while and then she met a man who was 12 years her senior. He was quite wealthy and mom would be set for the rest of her life. He was nice and I got along with him well. They had been married for 11 years and as far as I knew, they were happy. At least Mom always said that she was. They lived in Florida and I went down to spend a week with them this past winter.
I hadn't seen Mom in over a year and when I did, I was amazed at how good she looked. Money does wonders for people. She was tanned, fit and as beautiful as ever. I knew that if I ever had the chance to fuck her, I would in a heartbeat. I never thought I would get that chance, though and fucking her remained a fantasy.
Ted, my stepfather, loved to play golf and played nearly every other day since he retired. He went out, as usual, for his regular Wednesday golf game. I had planned to meet a friend who had moved to Florida several years ago and who I hadn't seen since he moved. I told Mom I would be gone most of the day. She kissed me goodbye, and I took off in my rented car. When I arrived at my friend's house, there was a note on the door apologizing for his absence, but that he was called away on an emergency and would call me at Mom's house later that evening. I shrugged my shoulders and decided to go back to Mom's, get my golf clubs, and go out and play a round of golf.
I pulled into the driveway at Mom's and saw a van parked there. "Harvey's Florists" read the sign on the van. I parked the car and headed for the house. I had a set of keys so that I could come and go as I pleased while I was there. I heard music coming from the house. I opened the door and got the shock of my life. It seemed that "Harvey" was delivering more than flowers! There was my mother, flat on her back in the middle of the living room, getting fucked by this guy who wasn't much older than I was.
My jaw dropped to my feet and I stood there in disbelief. Mom had her dress hiked all the way up and one tit was hanging out, nipple brown and hard. "Harvey" had no pants on, his hairy ass pointed right at me and his dick was deep in Mom's pussy. Mom screamed when she saw me and "Harvey" jumped up immediately, his dick hard and wet with my mother's pussy.
"Oh, GOD!" Mom screamed. She pushed Harvey away and slid down her dress, but not before I caught a good glimpse of her sweet cunt. She slung her tit back inside of her dress. Harvey grabbed his pants, slipped them on and muttered something like, "I'd better go." He slithered out past me through the door, ran to his van and drove off. I was still in shock as mom gathered herself together, unable to look me in the face. I felt as if our roles had been reversed. I was now the father, and she the bad little girl. She got up, turned towards the bedroom. As she walked away she said, "I'll be back in a few minutes." She disappeared into the hallway.
My mind was racing thinking about what I had just seen. I was very aroused at having seen my mother getting fucked there on the floor. I hadn't seen her nude since I was a kid. My mind wandered back to my childhood and I recalled with a smile how I used to try and peep through her door to watch her get undressed. I masturbated many times thinking about screwing my mother. Now it was almost 30 years later, and I realized that I still wanted to fuck her. My brain returned to the moment as I spotted something pink and silky peeking out from beneath the couch. I knelt down and pulled out mom's panties. They were wet. I touched them to my face and sniffed. Her scent was intoxicating. My mother's fresh, wet pussy. My cock hardened as I clasped her panties tightly.
I heard the water running and knew that she was showering off the smell of "Harvey". I held her panties as i waited for her, not really knowing what to say or do. I would play it by ear. I had 2 cigarettes waiting for her to return. I knew it would be hard for her to face me, but it was inevitable. I heard her door open. Mom walked into the room smelling fresh and clean. She had on a white blouse and a pair of tan shorts which showed off her beautiful legs. Now if you didn't know how old she was, I swear she could have passed for 50. She sat down across from me, lit up a cigarette and began to apologize.
"Don't, Mom," I interrupted her. "There's no need to apologize." She smiled for the first time. Then I could see tears begin to well up in her eyes. "I want to explain to you why," she replied. Mom went into a long explanation of how she loved Ted very much but that the hadn't had sex in a very long time and that she still had a sex drive and that she would never want to hurt ted and on and on. "Honey," she pleaded, "Whatever you do, PLEASE don't ever say a word to him about this. I'll do anything for you if you won't say anything."
When she said that last sentence my mind began to work in overdrive. Although I had no intention of ever saying a word to Ted, I realized that this was my chance... probably my last chance to ever fuck my mother. I worked up the courage to say something. To make that first move on her. I was nervous as hell. "Really, Mom? ANYTHING?" I laughed, she laughed.
"Well, uh, yes, Honey... anything." I'm sure she couldn't imagine that I would ask for something that was so outrageous that she would have to refuse me.
"I know what I'd like from you, Mom." My heart was pounding in my chest.
She cocked her head to the side as she inquired, "What is it?"
"I want you to sleep with me." There! I said it! Now nothing could ever take it back. No matter what happened, at least I knew that SHE knew that I wanted to make love with her. I almost didn't even care if she refused me at that point. I was proud of my courage.
Mom took a deep breath, gave me a strange look and laughed nervously.
"You want me to sleep with you????" she asked, almost as if she wanted to be sure that was what I said.
"Yes, Mom. I want to sleep with you. I always have. Seeing you just now only made me want it more than ever before. I saw that guy on top of you and I was jealous. I wanted it to be me." I was extremely nervous as I spoke, but once I began I kept on talking. Mom was totally enchanted by my conversation.
"But, " she interrupted, "First of all, I'm your Mother, for God's sake! Secondly, what would you want with an old gal like me?" She waited for a reply. I was ready.
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