Chapter 1: Mom

My mom was gorgeous. At thirty-five, her long blonde hair fell down her back, and she had a figure that made guys stare. No surprise that half the boys in my class had crushes on her. She definitely turned heads. Sadly, my dad left us when I was little, so I had to step up as the man of the house. This led to some pretty interesting situations, to say the least.

As I stood under the water, my thoughts fixated on my mom. All of a sudden, the bathroom door flew open, and there she was, walking in on me. “Oh my God!” she gasped, her eyes slowly traveling down my torso before finally locking on my semi-erect cock. “Look at you, my little man, all grown up. You could really hurt someone with that, so be careful!” She grinned playfully at me, and my face turned beet red under her gaze. Caught off guard by her sudden appearance, I stammered an excuse. “Sorry, mom. I guess I forgot to lock the door.” Her laughter filled the room, a cheerful tune that bounced off the walls.

After my quick shower, I joined Mom in the kitchen where she was already cooking. The delicious aroma filled the air as we chatted about my day, me making sure to stay out of her way. Once we ate, we sat side by side, our usual spot. We talked about our weekend beach trip before deciding it was getting late and suggested a movie to wind down. The film lost our interest fast, so I started flipping through channels, looking for something better. Nothing grabbed our attention. Mom soon fell asleep against my shoulder.

As I kept flipping through the channels, I landed on a show that gave me chills. The plot was gripping, but the characters really hooked me. The lead woman was often barely dressed, her outfits and poses leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Every scene oozed sexual tension, and I just couldn’t tear my eyes away.

I nearly didn’t notice when my mom woke up and sat up beside me, yawning softly. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of what I was watching. “What are you doing?” she asked with a playful glint in her eye.

I tried to play it cool, “Just checking out what’s on.”

Her smirk told me she knew better. “I see you’re ‘checking’ that woman’s assets,” she teased, pointing to the screen. “Do you think they’re as bouncy as they look?”

I felt my face heat up. “Mom! That’s not funny.”

She chuckled and nudged me gently. “It’s just a natural reaction when a man sees something he likes. We have our own pair here,” she said, playfully pushing her chest out towards me.

I couldn’t help but blush even more. “You’re not helping.”

I couldn’t help but stare at her chest, mesmerized by the way her nipples were teasingly poking out from under the fabric of her shirt.

“Well?” she asked playfully, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

I blushed a deep shade of crimson, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. “They’re ... fine,” I managed to stammer out.

She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. “Don’t be embarrassed,” she whispered. “I’m glad you like mine.” And then she winked at me, as if to emphasize her point.

I felt my entire body growing warm, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t stop myself from imagining how exquisite her breasts would look if she were to remove her shirt, how I would be able to fully appreciate their beauty.

Mustering up my courage, I decided to voice my thoughts. “Can you take your shirt off?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes widened in surprise, a hint of curiosity in her gaze. “Why?” she inquired, her tone playful.

I shrugged and tried to act casual about my request. “Because I’d love to see them in all their glory,” I said, my heart pounding with anticipation of her answer.

She let out a hearty laugh, her eyes sparkling with humor. “Dream on, boy,” she teased, her voice light and airy. Mom stretched herself next to me, her nipples pressing against her shirt once more. Then she snuggled close to me, resting her head on my shoulder. “How are you doing?” she asked softly, her voice filled with concern.

I shrugged, feeling a sense of longing as I held her close. “Fine,” I replied softly.

She planted another gentle kiss on my cheek, her lips warm and soft against my skin. “Good, I’m glad,” she whispered. “I think it’s time to go to bed. Good night, my boy!”

“Good night, Mom!” We cleaned the place and I went to bed while she was still doing some roaming in the kitchen. I had a long and wet dream about the scenes from that series and I would lie if my mom wasn’t taking over one of the roles in it.