"I'm home!" Kenny Roberts yelled throwing his duffle bag full of football gear on the floor, wondering where his Mom was. Most days she'd hear him coming up the drive and meet him at the door. He knew it wasn't normal for a son to be greeted at the door by your mother, but she was a total babe.
She was tall, maybe five feet nine inches. Her jet-black hair was always kept pinned to the back of her head, giving an even more refined and high-class look to her, not that she needed it. Her pretty, dark brown eyes drove him insane each time she looked at him. He could only imagine how great they'd look as she was being made love too.
And, last but not least, she had a body that was out of this world and he lived to hug her as much as possible. Mom worked out three, sometimes four times a week and it showed. Her firm C cup breasts looked so inviting as they stood so proud over her flat and very toned stomach. Her slender hips, long legs and great little ass reviled that of a girl half her age.
He ran up the stairs and towards her room. He gave a quick knock on the door and walked straight in. "Holy shit!" was all he could say as she filled his eyes. "You look fucking great!" he added looking down her breasts and the very small, lacy black bra covering them, hoping that it would pop open. "What's up?" he asked as his eyes continued going down her stomach to her sexy hips, enjoying the small black panties on them and to the sheer black stockings on her long legs.
"Your father called and told me to meet him at Rachael's for dinner," she smiled, praying this was the night she'd been waiting for. She hadn't made love with her husband in over four years and truthfully, she was at her wits end. It was sad when your eighteen-year-old son gave you more pleasure with a kiss, smile and the best hugs she'd ever felt in her life, than her husband did in twenty years of marriage. "Do you like what you see?" she asked with a very big smile, enjoying his young, lustful eyes roaming over every inch of her forty year old body.
He managed to pull his eyes off her hips and smiled. "Oh yes!" he smiled slowly walking towards her. "In fact," he rubbed his chin and looked straight to her already excited pussy, feeling his cock filling with blood. "I wish I was the one going out with you," he added moving against her body. "I missed my hug at the door," he whispered wrapping his big arms around her and felt her quickly hugging him just as tight.
She felt like melting in his arms, but he was her son. He drove her crazy with all his smiles, telling her how great she looked, even if she'd just woken up. And his warm, loving hugs could make her orgasm with little effort. 'Why did you have to be my son?' she thought feeling his stiffened erection pressing right against her lonely mound of woman flesh. "I was busy getting dressed," she said putting out her lower lip. "I'm sorry. Will you ever forgive me?" she teased feeling his big hands sliding down her back and over her ass. Somewhere in the trance of looking into his eyes and before she knew what was going, he was caressing her excited flesh and slowly dry humping her. Her head was spinning out of control and it felt so wonderful knowing that her son was this excited and it was all because of her. "We have to stop and I need to finish dressing," she whispered as his long, hard cock tormented her lonely pussy to the point of exploding. "Please, baby," she begged hoping that he'd find the strength to stop, because there was no way she could.
He held her so tight as his stiff cock rubbed right on her warm, moist pussy and he'd never wanted anything or anyone this badly in his life. "Stay home with me," he begged looking into her dark eyes, praying she would. "Come on. He doesn't deserve you," he said feeling tears in his eyes thinking of all the times his Dad, her husband had broken her heart with false promises and the nights of never coming home.
"Oh baby, please! We can't do this, it's so wrong," she said panting for air, pulling away from him, seeing a horrible look cover his handsome face. "If I've ever done anything that you took wrong, I'm so sorry," she added feeling tears of hurt in her eyes. She ran into the bathroom, fell to her knees and hoped their love for each other wasn't lost. She loved Kenny so much, but she wasn't sure that she wanted it to go that far. "I love you baby," she whispered as tears ran from her eyes and down her beautiful face, wishing that he'd kick open the door and just take her. She knew he was right about her husband he wasn't worth a damn.
Later that night, Kenny staggered into the house. "What a fucked up day," he laughed thinking of his Mom turning down his advances and his date just an hour ago. "I couldn't get laid in a whorehouse today!" he laughed, walking to the kitchen for a six-pack of beer from the fridge. "I'm getting a shower, drinking this," he smiled hugging the beer to his thick chest. "And, I'm going to jerk off," he added, thinking of his beautiful Mom and how much he wanted her.
He made he way up stairs, took his shower a wrapped a towel around his waist and went to his room. "Where in the fuck is the beer?" he laughed looking around, trying to remember where he'd sat it down. "I bet it's in the hallway," he laughed walking out to get and he heard a strange sound. "What in the fuck is that?" he said to himself trying to figure where the sound was coming from and that's when he realized it was someone crying. He walked towards his Mom's room and that's when it hit him. "Mom!" he said rushing into her room, seeing her dress off and her lying in the middle of her bed, curled into a ball. "Are you ok?" he asked jumping on the bed and quickly moved behind her.
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