Chapter 1

I just finished up my freshman year at a large university two thousand miles away from my home in Southern California. I hadn't been home since Christmas break, and hadn't seen my mom since Dad left her in January. He ran off with his blonde, 24 year old office assistant after almost 20 years with Mom. He said he was tired of the same old thing and being married to a "dumpy housewife"; he blamed the whole thing on a bad case of "mid-life crisis." Personally, I think all that's B.S. - Mom is only 41, and though she has put on a few pounds over the years, she's a real sweet lady and very pretty and perky in that 1950-ish TV-mom-sort-of-a-way. In any case, he's been gone ever since.

And now I was going home for the summer, worried about how she was doing. She sounded OK on the phone, but you know how mothers can cover up things like that. I was sure I would have to make an effort to keep her out of the dumps.

I got off the plane and looked for her familiar face in the crowd. At first I didn't spot her, but then I heard her call my name and I turned to see her waving from across the concourse. At least, I THOUGHT it was her! Was this the same "dumpy housewife" Dad had left? I wouldn't have recognized her if I hadn't been looking for her...

"Mom? Is that YOU?" I stuttered.

"Hi, honey!" she chuckled. "You like?"

The creature who was waiting for me with open arms bore little resemblance to the lady I had last seen at Christmas break. Gone were the matronly pounds and the wisps of grey in her hair. She wasn't even wearing the glasses which she had to resort to a few years ago. Instead, I saw a knockout woman with glossy black hair framing a smiling face with just the right amount of makeup and sparkling green eyes, wearing a knee-length bright yellow sun dress. The dress was cut low enough in the front to give a hint of a full bustline that, along with the rest of her, was tanned and smooth. Her legs were more like those of a college cheerleader, strong and lean, and around one ankle was a glittering gold anklet.

"Mom?" I asked again, rather stupidly, I thought.

"Welcome, home, Dan!" she laughed, giving me a tight hug. I felt her full breasts against my belly as we hugged (I'm 6' 2" and Mom is only about 5' 3"), and in spite of the fact she was my mother, I rather enjoyed the feeling! With my arms around her, I could tell she was toned and tight, nothing like the lady I had known all my life.

"What have you done to yourself?" I asked in amazement as we pulled back for a moment. "You look fantastic!"

"Well, son, when your father dumped me for that bimbo at his office, I started thinking about the things he said, and I decided that maybe he was right. Maybe I HAD gotten a bit dowdy, so rather than sit around and feel sorry for myself, I joined the gym, took care of the gray in my hair, and got some nice tinted contacts. What do you think?" she asked, as she did a little pirouette. I gaped as her skirt flew up and out, revealing a pair of shapely, tanned thighs. (Several passing men in the airport concourse gawked too, I noted.) Her silky black hair, which hung to the middle of her back, flew up to reveal that her dress had a halter back, showing even more of that smooth tanned flesh and I realized there was no way she could be wearing a bra. (My mom, braless! The thought amazed me... ) When she turned to face me again, I couldn't help but drop my eyes to her chest. Through the thin fabric of the sun dress, I could plainly see the impressions of her puckered nipples, and I thought I could see a hint of the darkness of her aerolae, too.

"You look absolutely stunning, Mom," I answered truthfully. "Dad must be eating his heart out!

"The hell with that son-of-a-bitch!" She spat. "It was his decision."

I was a little shocked -- never in my life had I heard my mother utter any sort of profanity. Of course I had never seen her look or dress like this, either. After we got home from the airport, I decided to take a dip in our backyard pool to cool off and rest up from the travel that day. Mom and I grabbed a quick sandwich and then I went to change. I got outside in just a few minutes and dove right into the cool water. I swam a few laps just to loosen up a bit and then crawled out and flopped onto a chaise. Ahhhhhh... THIS was the way to spend a summer vacation! "Can I get you anything to drink, honey?" I opened my eyes and saw Mom standing in the doorway, wearing a black one-piece suit.

"No thanks, Mom" I called. "You coming out too?"

"Sure - I want to visit with you if you don't mind, Dan. It's been such a long time since we've had a chance to get caught up on everything" she said, as she sat down on the chaise next to mine. I noticed that she was tugging at the swimsuit, trying to pull it down around her hips a little more. It was cut rather high on her hips, but all the flesh it exposed was tanned and smooth. I also noticed that the suit was cut pretty low in front, as was fashionable, low enough that I could see the tanned curves between her breasts -- and what looked to be a thin horizontal strip of white from a tan line. She caught me looking and sorta blushed as she struggled with the suit.

"This is the first time I've worn this suit and it doesn't fit quite the way I expected" she said, as she continued to fidget.

"I noticed that you had a, er, a rather unusual tan line there, Mom." I blushed myself as she dropped her gaze between her breasts, her own face turning darker as she realized what I was talking about.

"I'm sorry, Dan. I've been wearing a two piece suit out here, but I didn't think it would be a good idea for me to wear it with you home, so I tried this one." She gave up struggling and sat there blushing.

"Mom, if you want to change into the bikini, it would be OK with me. I'm your son, remember? I've seen you in those before." I couldn't figure out why she was so nervous about a damn bathing suit.

"Are you sure? I really don't like the way this one feels and I'm pretty used to the two piece, plus this one doesn't let me get any sun on my midriff" she said.

"MOM! For crying out loud, go change!" I laughed.

She laughed too, and went back into the house. I stood up and dove back into the pool, swimming more laps and thinking about how weird mothers were sometimes...

As I was lazily backstroking across the pool, Mom came back out in her "two piece" suit, as she so quaintly put it. When I saw her, I gasped and damn near drowned. Her "two piece" was an electric blue bikini that contrasted wonderfully with her golden tan. The top was cut low and wide, but was engineered with the latest in pushup technology and revealed more cleavage than I had ever seen outside of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. The shoulder straps were straining to hold those rounded globes and her flesh jiggled slightly with every step. The bikini bottom wasn't exactly a string design, but there certainly wasn't an EXCESS of fabric there, either! It looked a lot like the "Rio" or "Brazilian" types of bottoms I had seen in the "Venus" swimsuit catalog. It was cut up high on her hips and the inch-wide side pieces swooped down low over her belly to a point well below her navel. The panel covering her crotch looked awfully narrow, and I wondered if she had to trim her pubic hair... then I snapped back to reality. This was my MOTHER I was having these thoughts about. Still, you couldn't deny she was sexy as hell, regardless of who she was, or how old she was. My mother was a walking wet-dream!

"Dan, are you sure this suit is OK?" she called to me, somewhat nervously, I thought.

"It's GREAT, Mom! You're a knockout!" I replied honestly.

She blushed and retreated to the chaise while I went back to my laps for a while. I couldn't quite get over the change in her, and I also couldn't help but feel just a little odd about my mom being such a sexy babe. Finally, I crawled out of the pool and joined her on the other chaise. She had her sunglasses on, and I thought she had her eyes shut, so I took a closer look. My god, she was stunning! Almost all of her tanned flesh was on display and while she was no 20 year old hardbody, she had obviously worked long and hard at the gym, and with her diet, too. Her flesh wasn't muscular, but it was toned and taut in all the right places. Her tanned skin wasn't the baby-smooth skin of the girls at school, but glowed with a ripe maturity I found... erotic. Her belly was ALMOST flat, with just a hint of rounding to it. Her legs were lean, though, I bet she used the Stairmaster a bunch. But her breasts! God, they were spectacular. As she lay on her back, they separated slightly but still rose high over the plane of her stomach. They even bulged over a little from the tops and sides of the cups. As I thought back, I guess her breasts had always been somewhat large, but she always had worn loose blouses or nicely tailored suits and I never really had noticed. I could see a hint of her nipples as thumbnail-sized bumps in the center of the cups. As I continued to stare, a bead of sweat rolled down her neck and into her cleavage.

"Whew, it's HOT out here" she said as she rose and walked to the edge of the pool. I noticed that the back of the suit covered a nice tight rear end. Her hips were a little wider than girls my age, which gave her more of a classic hourglass figure. I felt the stirrings of an erection as she cut the water with a clean dive and swam a few laps.

When she climbed up out of the pool, her breasts pushed together in a deep line as her arms grasped the ladder. She tugged her bikini bottom back down in place and walked back to the lounge chairs. The water glistened on her skin and that damn suit clung like it was painted on. Her thick black hair was slicked back to her head, but several strands hung down over her left shoulder, trailing a stream of water down over her breast. Her nipples were hard as pencil erasers from the cool water, and were prominent under the top.

"Are you ready for dinner?" she asked, smiling down at me.

"Uh, yeah, sure" I croaked. It was becoming more and more difficult not to stare at her. I also felt my dick pulse and start to thicken. Dammit! My own mother was starting to give me a hardon!

"You go in and shower, and I'll call you when dinner is ready" she said.

Was it my imagination, or did I really see her glance down at the crotch of my suit? Her eyes twinkled, and I noticed just a hint of a grin as I struggled to my feet and tried to cover the bulge in my suit as I scooted in the back door. Once in the shower, I berated myself for my lack of self control. But she was such a good looking woman! As I thought about the way her wet black hair had laid across her collar-bone and her eyes had looked at my half-hard cock, I felt myself start to get hard again. What the hell, I thought, and gave up. I grabbed my dick and pumped it with soapy hands, thinking about my mom's incredible body: those legs, that firm tight ass, and those big soft breasts. With a groan, I blew my load all over the tiled shower wall.

Chapter 2

Dinner was a nice change from the school food I had been used to for so many months.

Mom had fixed one of my favorite chicken dishes, and to my surprise, she had a bottle of nice wine with it. I was surprised because alcohol in our house had always been reserved for special occasions, like birthdays or New Year's Eve. Mom said it WAS a special day, because I was home for the summer. And she said that sometimes a glass of wine now and then helped her relax in the evening. I got the impression that also had helped her cope with Dad being gone.

At least the sexual tension was gone from earlier in the day. My jerkoff in the shower had taken my edge off and Mom was dressed much more conservatively, in a pair of denim shorts and a white T-shirt. I could see the faint outline of the lace of her bra through the T-shirt, but I tried not to focus on it. To my surprise, I started to fade right after dinner. I guess it was the combination of the long day of travel, the pool and the sun, too much dinner, and the bottle of wine that Mom and I had polished off. Mom was pretty relaxed too, but said she wasn't sleepy. I asked her if she was OK since she was pretty quiet. She said that she wasn't used to drinking quite that much wine, usually she just had a single wine cooler while she watched TV or read.

"As a matter of fact, since you're turning in so early, I'll probably just go on in to the den and watch some TV until bedtime" she said.

"OK, see you in the morning," I replied. I rose to give her a goodnight hug and a peck on the cheek, and once again marveled at how good her body felt when I wrapped my arms around her. Fortunately my cock behaved itself. I crawled into bed, and was out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I awoke with a real need to go to the john, and groaned as I looked at the clock and saw I had only been asleep a couple of hours. After I hit the head, I decided to wander down to the kitchen and raid the fridge (there were some definite advantages to staying at home!) As I passed by the den, I saw the blue glow of the TV, and figured Mom was still up. I grabbed a Pepsi and opened a can of Pringles in the kitchen and decided to go in and join her for a while since I was up. I started to say something to her as I walked in the den, but the words died in my throat. To say I was shocked was the understatement of my life.

Mom was watching TV, alright, but it wasn't a network, or even cable. Up on the 35" screen was a picture of some guy sucking on a woman's hard nipples while he had his finger in her pussy. The woman was moaning and holding his head to her boobs with one hand while she stroked his enormous erection with the other.

My mother was watching a porno video.

She wasn't JUST watching either.

One hand was clutching her right breast, and the other was buried between her spread thighs. She had an emerald green robe hanging loosely from her shoulders, but under it, she was completely nude. She had slumped down in one of the large overstuffed chairs directly in front of the TV, with her head pressed against the back and her feet braced against the coffee table. I noticed the slim anklet glittering in the low light from the TV. Two empty wine coolers were on a table beside the chair.

The way our den is arranged, the TV sits at an angle in a corner away from the door with the chairs in front, so I was looking at the scene from an angle to the left and slightly behind Mom. The only light in the room came from the TV, so it was pretty dark. I couldn't believe my eyes! I moved slowly around to the left until I was standing directly to the side, about ten feet away. I was afraid to move or even breathe, for fear of giving my presence away. Not that she would have noticed me there anyway...

She was totally engrossed in the video which had progressed to the guy down on his knees, eating the woman out while she mauled her own huge tits. When the actress brought her tit up to her lips and licked her own nipple, Mom groaned and rolled her head back. Then she grabbed her left tit in her hand and squeezed it upward, while stretching her tongue out. She could reach the nipple with surprising ease and lapped at it while her hand worked faster than before between her legs. When she released her tit, the nipple was as hard as a peg on a coat rack, standing up over half an inch off her breast. The wet half-dollar sized areola was a nut brown in color and puckered up with little goosebumps. The rest of the breast was creamy white, in stark contrast to the dark tan she had. Her nipple looked like the bulls-eye of a target. She brought her right hand up from between her legs, her fingertips shiny with her juices. She sniffed at it, smiled, and then smeared the sticky goo all over her right nipple. She twisted and tugged at the nipple until it was so swollen that it looked ready to burst. Then she cupped her tit in both hands and squeezed it upwards, locked her lips around the nipple, and sucked. HARD.

When she was finished, she gasped and released the rounded flesh. The tip looked red and swollen and I could see little teeth marks around the nipple.

I was dying. My heart was beating so hard and fast, I thought my head would explode. I could also feel the same pulse in my dick, which was harder than it had ever been in my life - swollen by the sight of my gorgeous mother masturbating. I put the Pepsi down on a nearby table and reached down and grabbed my cock through the thin cotton of my boxers. The front of my shorts was soaked with pre-cum. I was hoping like hell that I wouldn't be caught spying.

The scene on the TV had changed again. The guy was fucking the woman in the good old missionary position. My attention was mostly on the chair in front of me - this was better than any video I had EVER seen. But Mom was entranced as she watched the action. She slid down a little farther in the chair, almost lying on her back. She reached down with her left hand and rubbed the top of her slit, right over her clit. Her pubic hair wasn't shaved, but it WAS trimmed into a narrow strip on either side and just above her cunt, stopping just below the edge of the little white tan line left by that outrageous bikini. The hair was jet black and mostly straight, to my surprise. A very tasty looking, manicured little pussy. She moaned and shut her eyes for just a second and then opened them as she watched the scene unfold. She continued rubbing her clit, while she sucked on the fingers of her right hand.

Whimpering, she spread her pussy lips apart and slowly inserted the middle finger of her right hand all the way up to the palm. Panting now, she started finger-fucking herself in time with the stud in the video. I could hear a wet squishing sound and she was bucking her hips up to meet her finger. Her thumb strummed her clit while her left hand went back to her tits, squeezing and pulling at the pliable flesh. She grabbed a nipple between her finger and thumb and pulled it out away from the white flesh of her boob, stretching the nipple until it looked almost painful. She twisted it with a groan, biting her bottom lip between her clenched teeth, and suddenly released the nipple, letting it snap back against the swaying globe. The nipple looked to be almost three-quarters of an inch long.

The actors on the video were going through the routine positions now: cowgirl, doggy, scissor, spoon, and Mom watched through slitted eyes. Her moans were a little louder now and she pushed her ring finger into her snatch as well. I could see the bright pink flesh grip her fingers tightly. I could hear the soft "splat" of her palm against her clit as her hips pumped more urgently. I could also smell the musky scent of her juices. The insides of her trembling thighs were glistening in the low light from the TV, and I could see a small stain on the silk of the robe under her ass. Her taut body was shiny with sweat with a little trickle running down the valley between her breasts. Her moans changed to a series of little hissing pants, and then she shuddered through her orgasm.

I couldn't help it. My dick was so hard it hurt. I pulled it through the fly of my shorts and gripped it lightly; I was so turned on that I was afraid I would come at any second. I pumped it once, and used my thumb to smear the leaking juice all over the head of my dick. Then I started a slow rhythm, not nearly as fast as Mom's, but all I could take without losing it.

She suddenly pulled her hand from between her legs and sat up... I shrank back against the wall and froze. OH, SHIT. She'd seen me! Wait. No, she was still staring intently at the screen, her chest shuddering with each short breath. Mom raised her hand to her lips and licked her fingers, then jammed the two fingers that had just come from her pussy into her mouth.

"MMMMMMMMM..." she moaned.

I almost came at the sight of my mother licking her sticky fingers clean. Then she leaned over and fumbled for one of the empty wine cooler bottles. What the hell? When she began licking it, I knew. Sure enough, in a minute, she lay back down and began to run the empty bottle up and down her distended pussy lips. Again she opened herself up with one hand and slowly rotated the bottle with the other, until the opening was just inside. Pausing, she watched the screen, where the action was still going on at a furious pace. Then she started a slow pumping motion, rotating the bottle slightly with each thrust, taking a little more each time, until about three inches of the hard glass was inside her cunt. She paused again. and then arched her back and gave a muffled shriek as she jammed several inches of the bottle up inside of her until the label was half covered. She started thrusting harder and harder, one hand fucking the bottle deeper and deeper, while the other flicked across her clit. Her pussy was warped out of shape by the glass dildo, the lips folded in on themselves as she pumped. As her arms reached down to her crotch, her big hard-nippled tits were squeezed together, creating a deep line of cleavage.

It was all I could do not to groan myself as I pumped my swollen prick faster, matching her tempo. My knees were trembling as I watched that damn bottle slowly disappear from sight inside her swollen red cunt. Her finger tips alone held the bottom of the container as she shuddered with what appeared to be a small orgasm. A small orgasm that grew, and grew, and GREW until her back arched and she twisted her head to the side, TOWARD ME. Her eyes were clenched shut, but if she opened them at all, she would see her son jacking his fat leaking rod while he watched his own mother come.

Her face was covered with sweat and her lips were twisted into a snarl that was unlike anything I had ever seen. She buried her face in the cushion and screamed, her cries almost completely muffled.

Her body bridged up, supported only by her heels on the coffee table and her shoulders on the chair. Her hands went to her tits and squeezed both so hard that I could see the supple flesh ooze up between her fingers. Her stomach knotted up, and to my amazement, the wine cooler bottle was slowly pushed out of her soaking wet slot. It looked like she was giving birth to the damned thing, just as she had to me.

I lost it then. As I felt my dick start to explode, I frantically looked around for something to catch my cum. I couldn't just jizz all over the carpet. The chips. The forgotten opened can was in my left hand. I barely got the head of my dick to the opening before I exploded with a huge blast, soaking the top layers of chips with my cream.

Up on the screen, it looked like the big finish was near there, too. The guy was straddling the woman, and had his dick slotted between her big jugs. He was tit-fucking her, getting ready for the obligatory cum-shot. Mom reached down and pulled the last few inches of the bottle from her soaking pussy, gasping as the end pulled free with a soft sucking sound. She slid the slick bottle between her tits, and pumped back and forth while she tweaked her nipples, imitating the action on the screen. Her black hair stuck to the side of her sweat slicked face as she pinched her nipples and rubbed the bottle over her boobs, adding trails of cunt slime to the sweat already there.

When the big cum shot came on the video, with the guy blasting all over the girl's smiling face, Mom moved the bottle to her lips and turned it up. To my amazement, a small stream of clear liquid slowly trickled onto her tongue. Mom was drinking the pussy juice that had collected in the bottle while she was fucking herself with it! She moaned and lapped at the tip of the bottle like it was a dick, and then she rubbed the bottle over her cheeks and nose, even over her forehead, covering her features with her own musky scent. She had a most satisfied expression on her face. As the credits began to roll on the screen, I snuck back out into the hall on wobbly legs and returned to my room where I collapsed on my bed, thinking of the awesome scene I had just witnessed. My mom was the most erotic, sexual creature I had ever seen - much hotter than the girls I had slept with in college last year. As I thought about her, my dick began to get hard again, and, without any shame this time, I began to jack off to thoughts of my mother, for the third time that day...

Chapter 3

The next morning, I was barely able to look at Mom without seeing her naked in my mind, and without feeling my cock twitch. She wore shorts and a tank top and my eyes undressed her every time I glanced in her direction. I finally retreated to the bathroom and beat off to relieve some of the pressure in my balls.

Mom said she was going to take me to dinner that evening and thought she would go look for a new dress for the occasion. When she asked if I wanted to go shopping with her, I declined, saying I wanted to hang around and look up some of my old high school friends.

As soon as she left the house, I went into the den. I looked around on the shelf of the entertainment center, but saw nothing other than the usual assortment of mainstream videos. There was a locked door on the shelf, but a minute with a paper clip made short work of that. Inside, I found an healthy assortment of X-rated videos, some old classics, some more recent: "Insatiable" "Talk Dirty To Me" "The Bitches of Westwood" all were there, along with "Hidden Obsessions" "Night Trips" and "Elements of Desire." The one that caught my eye, however, was "Taboo 5." I had seen most of the other movies last year at the frat house, but hadn't seen that one. I popped it in the VCR and began to watch.

It was a mother/son incest video, and by the time the "son" had finished fucking the hell out of the "mother" (Colleen Brennan - what a nasty bitch she was) and coming all over her tits and face, I had my dick out and jerking off. Sitting in the same chair my mother had masturbated in last night. I was turned on by the video, but also turned on by the thought of my mother watching it. Had she watched it? Were these her videos or some that Dad had left behind? It seemed reasonable to assume that she had seen them all. Did she watch "Taboo 5" and think about me? I grunted and pumped six or seven thick wads of cum all over my chest and belly - the 5th orgasm I had had in less than twenty-four hours due to thoughts of my mother.

Dinner reservations were for 8:00 at one of the nicer places in town, so nice that I even decided to wear a tie. When she walked into the living room at 7:30, I almost fell off the sofa. Her hair swept up on one side and fell over the opposite shoulder. Her makeup was dark and dramatic, perfectly accentuating those luminous green eyes. She was wearing a black evening dress that was unlike anything I had ever seen on her (why was I still surprised by this?) It was ultra feminine without being gaudy. Cut in a low, square front, I could see the rounded tops of her breasts pushing up. Nicely fitted, it showcased her trim waistline and womanly hips. It was a little above knee length, showing off her sleek calves, encased in dark hosiery. Gleaming black patent leather pumps and a three-strand pearl choker and matching pearl bracelet completed the ensemble. I felt my cock twitch as I gazed at her and complimented her.

"You look mighty handsome, too!" she purred as she took my arm and lead me to the car. All the way to the restaurant, I kept sneaking glances at her, marveling at how beautiful she was, and thinking about what I had seen the night before. My dick was throbbing by the time we parked and went into the dimly lit restaurant. My jacket provided some cover, and I don't think she noticed.

Dinner was a blur. Aided by the champagne she ordered, I was entranced by my mother's beauty and mesmerized by her charm. I finally asked her why she hadn't gotten a boyfriend yet. Her features took on a strained expression and she confessed that she was put off and intimidated by the "dating scene." Apparently some of the men at the gym had hit on her and the few dates she had tried were disasters.

"They all seem to think that a separated or divorced woman is an easy mark, but I just don't go for that" she explained. "They all wanted to, er, get a little physical early on, but I just can't do that without some sort of emotional attachment. As much as I hate your father for what he did, I just can't go jump in bed with someone on the first date. Not that I haven't been tempted. But I have ways of handling that, so I've just decided I could do without men for a while until I get myself together."

"Ways of handling that."... I thought about what she had just said. I guess she meant that drinking wine and watching porn flicks while she diddled herself was the easiest way to avoid the stress of men in her life.

After dinner, Mom wanted to go into the adjacent lounge for "a nightcap." I was a little bemused: I had never seen her so relaxed - of course - I think she was more than a "little" buzzed. We had only been there for a few minutes before a guy came over and asked her to dance. She politely declined, but not two minutes later, another man approached her. Again, a polite refusal.

"Dan, you've got to help me out here. I don't want to leave, but these guys are making me uncomfortable. How about dancing with your old mother?" she pleaded. How could I refuse? We danced like fools, laughing and talking the whole time. I could almost forget that she WAS my mother. Finally a slow number came up, and I headed back to the table.