In Uniform... in Mom...

by scouries

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Incest, Mother, Son, Father, Daughter, First, Pregnancy, Size, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: 18 yo virgin, having trouble with his girlfriend, slowly is attracted to his 35 yo mother. His beautiful mother who seems to never have sex... Then he learns she's only slept with two men in her life, his father and... Will Bobby become the third? Will he learn the secret? And will he ever be able to fill the Marine uniform that his father once wore?

I received an e-mail from a reader recently. He told how he and his mother had a loving, sexual relationship during his teenage years after his father had died suddenly and he and his mom had emigrated to the U.S. from Eastern Europe.

Poor, scared, alone, and not fluent in English, they sought solace in each others arms during some truly troubling and difficult times. Eventually he joined the Marines and proudly served his new country. He subsequently married, had children and led a "normal" life but he said he had never regretted the time he and his mother had spent together as lovers. In fact they never stopped...

This is not that story. Instead it's one that popped into my head after I'd read his...

Friday night, 10:50 p.m. March 14th 2008

"You're back early," my mother said as she looked up from her book when I entered the den just before eleven. She had her long legs curled under her and was sitting at the end of the dark blue sofa that dominated our den. Her rectangular, black framed reading glasses, the same color as the long, silken tresses that tumbled down over her shoulders, sat perched on the end of her nose. She looked great. She always did!

"Becky was tired," I said, shrugging my shoulders as I threw myself down on the other end of the couch. "Watcha doing?" I asked casually as I let my eyes surreptitiously slide over her curves

"Reading," she said ruefully. I noticed that a couple of the old photo albums were on the coffee table and guessed she'd been looking at the old family pictures again.

"C'mon ma, it's Friday for crying out loud, you gotta get out once in a while," I chided.

Mom, who was a young looking thirty-five year old, and was an ER nurse at the local hospital, never seemed to have a date on her free nights. Which, given her looks, didn't make much sense to me. I hadn't really noticed her lack of man when I'd been growing up. And until grandpa had died just over a year ago we'd always had a man around the house so it hadn't been so obvious. It had only been after my own sex drive had exploded into life that I'd started to wonder about mom.

"What's wrong with Becky anyway?" she asked without looking up.

"Who knows ... some girl thing."

"Some girl thing?" she asked as she flicked her eyes over at me. She had an amused mothers smile on her lips.

"Well you know," I stammered.

"Her period?" mom asked, not taking the hint that I didn't really want to discuss it.

"I guess," I said noncommittally, "Or something else. Wanta play cards or watch a movie or something?" I asked as I idly picked up one of the photo albums from the table and started to flip through it.

"Something else?"

"C'mon, you know ... heck you're the expert," I grumbled.

"What things? Bobby, why are you embarrassed?"

"I'm not," I replied as I felt even more blood rush to my cheeks. I had a sudden crazy urge to lean over and capture mom's lips in mine ... to stop her words ... to taste her.

"We are in the twenty-first century my dearest son," she said with the teasing tone now clear in her voice. "The age of science ... of medical knowledge ... of informed teenagers ... AIDS ... STD's ... condoms."

"Jeeze ma," I muttered. Cripes, what's wrong with bloody women these days I asked myself silently? It was bad enough that you have to spend half the evening talking about clothes, hair gel, chick fliks and Brittany Spears to even get a girl to kiss you. But then, after your girl bails on you before you can get to first base, you get home and your mom gives you the third degree.

"You do know what a woman's period is don't you? I mean you do remember your eighth grade sex classes, right? The talks we had? What your granddad told you?"

"I don't want to talk about it," I said as I jumped to my feet and turned to leave the room even as I hoped she'd call me back.

"Hey you ... I'm sorry Bobby ... what movie were you thinking of watching?" mom wistfully asked my back. I was surprised to catch the hint of loneliness in her voice.

"Can we watch one of the old ones?" I asked as I turned back, meaning the old family films.

"You want to? Really?" She asked as she brightened, then added, "Yeah okay, sure," when she saw my nod. Then I watched as she put her book down and then leaned back and stretched her body. It was a stretch that pulled her shoulders back and thrust out her full, round breasts and filled her suddenly taut, pink turtleneck sweater. Outstanding breasts! Better than Becky's. By far! Except that they were my moms.

You pervert, I chastised myself as I covertly took in the view, watching as mom's nipples pushed outwards through the thin wool. Ma's body had being increasingly getting my attention over the previous couple of months. Lately, weird as it may seem, mom had been appearing in my dreams more often than my girlfriend. And somehow I sensed that she enjoyed the attention, and that even sometimes maybe she was trying to attract it. I knew suddenly the stretch was for me. She wanted me to look at her tits.

"You'll have to make the popcorn," I challenged with a smile, now eager to spend a Friday night with ma, realizing I was as lonely as she, now more than eager to sit next to her on the couch. I let my eyes linger on her breasts, just long enough to make sure she'd notice my attention.

"You want a coke too?" she asked as she hopped up from the couch. There was a smiling blush on her cheeks. Her breasts bounced under her sweater. Then, as she headed for the kitchen she turned back and said, "Hey you, I'm going to go put my p.j.'s on and get comfy, maybe you should too."

"Ya, okay ... sure, give me five," I answered as I jumped up and followed her from the room and then moved down the hallway to my bedroom at the back of the house. After quickly stripping off my jeans, shorts and shirt I stood for seconds in front of my full length bedroom mirror watching myself. Fuck, I should be over at Becky's house I complained silently as I examined my reflected body. I slowly lifted my penis and then waved it at the mirror. "Here Becky, Bobby's got a nice big present for you," I said angrily to the empty room as my cock jumped into hardness filling my palm. Yeah, except little Becky was at home alone in her bed. But then a vision of mom's breasts flashed through my mind, completely erasing any thoughts of Becky.

To heck with underwear I told myself as I rummaged in my dresser for my old grey sweatpants that I normally wore when lounging around watching TV. But I usually didn't when mom was around, and certainly not without underwear under them.

I grinned at my reflection as I watched my now clearly outlined cock through the thin, light grey fabric that clung to my legs. What'll mom think if I walked into the den like this I wondered as I took a few tentative steps in front of the mirror, watching my penis bounce with each step. Christ, I better change I decided and then slowly started to lower my pants, but laughed when my freed cock sprang upward hard against my stomach.

I watched it for seconds before pulling my pants back up. She's seen me in sweats before, no big deal I convinced myself as I tucked my penis away. No big deal. Yeah right!

"She's your mother stupid," I muttered out loud as I grabbed two thirty-five pound dumbbells from the floor and started curling them in front of the mirror. After two sets of twelve reps I paused and admired the bulging biceps that were reflected back at me.

"Are you coming?" I heard mom call from the den.

"Two secs," I yelled back, then dropped the weights, pulled a tank top on over my head and left my room and started down the hall. "Just gotta pee first," I shouted.

"Hurry up, the popcorns getting cold" she yelled back.

My washroom was between my room and the den and when I entered it I purposely left the door open. After lifting the toilet seat up I pulled my penis out and aimed the still semi-hard rod at the bowl below. The stream of piss when it started was strong and splashed noisily down into the yellowing water. I loved the sound and knew mom next door could easily hear it. Would she say anything I wondered as I pushed it back into my pants? She did.

"You should shut the door," mom said when I finally got back to the den.

"Huh?" I asked, feigning incomprehension.

"When you pee. You're noisy. Did you at least put the toilet seat down after?" she asked as her eyes flicked to my groin. My eyes followed hers — my penis was clearly outlined!

"I think so, but what's the prob, you don't use that can anyway," I said as I sat down next to her. My cock bounced upward as I sat.

"Yeah, well," she said as she got up and went over to the DVD player.

Jeeezus! My eyes finally focused on what mom was wearing. What the hell did she have on? Without a seconds thought I let out a wolf whistle.

"What?" she asked as she turned her head to look back at me.

"Where'd you get those? Have you been shopping at Victoria's Secret or something?" I accused, a stupid grin on my lips.

"What do you mean? They're just new p.j.s, nothing special," she said as she half turned towards me with a DVD in her hand.

"Sure ma," I said in a disbelieving tone, unable to take my eyes off the curves her new jammies just highlighted. "Do you have a new boyfriend by any chance? A doctor maybe?" I asked as I leered. Mom started to blush as I continued to run my eyes over the form fitting, two piece, ivory colored, knit outfit made up of a V necked cami over a matching pair of form fitting boy shorts. She had never worn something like this in front of me before. And I'd been worrying about what I had on I thought to myself as I watched her.

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