I know a lot of these stories are about moms catching their sons at sex, usually jacking-off or something. Well, this is a bit different. First about Mom and me.
I'm Brett and I'm eighteen, a senior in high school. I get good grades and have applied to several colleges, wanting to major in mechanical engineering. Yeah, I'm kind of a nerd about it, I watch the 'How-it's-Made" programs on cable to see all the neat kinds of machinery that are specially-made to make everything from pencils to helicopters. It's what I want to do.
Mom is a manager in a local bank. She's worked hard and long to get where she is and I'm proud of her. She had two years of college when she got pregnant and the bastard just upped and left. But, she's been great.
My mom is also a looker. She's got long blond hair, blue eyes, a perfect complexion that I inherited, I skipped the whole acne and zits thing (thanks, Mom), a nice figure, she's five-six, trim, and C-cup boobs. Yes, I've looked at her bras.
I've looked at her, too. She's a MILF for sure, lots of my guy friends talk about her all the time, I'm kind of proud, actually, she's pretty hot. I've never seen her naked but I have gotten glimpses of her boobs at times. I would immediately go jack-off, yes, my own mom, you should see her. You'd understand.
Actually, at this time, I have seen her naked. The first time was one afternoon after school, they cancelled soccer practice (I'm not all nerd), so I took my regular bus home, not the later one and I came in the back door, went upstairs, then down the hall to my room to change and got to my mom's bedroom door, which was open, and there she was, naked under the husband of one of her best friends.
They fucked for a minute as I stood there, then she opened her eyes and let out a screech. I told the guy to get out and he grabbed his clothes and left.
Mom, now huddled under her covers, spoke first, "Oh, god, Brett, I'm so sorry..."
"Nothing to say, Mom, but I want to finish what he started."
She looked startled and confused and I reached down and loosened my belt, undid my pants, lowered them to the floor and pulled down my briefs.
"Brett, you can't be serious," she said as I pulled off my shirt and came to her bed, now as naked as she was.
I nodded down and told her, "Does this look like I'm serious?"
"But it's not right, Brett."
I pulled the sheet away, knelt on the bed, pulled her knees apart and began licking and tonguing her wet pussy as she lay there looking down at me as I feasted on her. It was something I just loved doing. I'd had several girlfriends who always had me eat them out, one, Becky Rollins, she just went crazy when I opened her with my fingers and ran my tongue around inside her.
So, I did the same and found that my mother was just like Becky.
"Omigod, oh, oh, Brett, mmm, it feels so ... UUNH, UUNH, UH, UH, uh, mmm, mmm," she screamed as her hips jolted up and down and her whole body trembled. Her hands came down gripping my head, pulling my face into her wetness, rubbing me all over her pussy.
"Oh, baby, you are so good, my god, oh, my pussy ... mmm, don't stop, just don't stop," and she lay back down and I gave her two more orgasms with my mouth.
At that point, she was just laying on her back, knees up, but just limp and breathing hard. I crawled up next to her and she turned to me and kissed me like few girlfriends have kissed me. Her hand was squeezing my cock, then she hugged me, whispering, "Yes, yes, please fuck me, Brett, god, I want your cock in me."
I got up over her and knelt there as I pressed my hard cock through her wet pussy lips up into where I had come out of so many years before. The return was awesome.
"Oh, oh, Mom, you feel so good, oh, this is so good."
"Yes, oh, yes, mmm, I do want this, I want it with all my heart. Oh, I just never ... oh, but now, oh, you make me feel so good. I love you Son, I love you so much."
"I love you, too, Mom, this is just the way I want to love you. I want to be your lover. This is what I want most of all."
"Just make me happy, mmm, cum in me and make me happy," she whispered as I fucked her in and out.
We never had supper that night. I fucked my mom three times and she finally sucked me to sleep. We showered together the next morning, hungrily ate our breakfast as we made quick lunges at each other's bodies.
As she left for work, she said she'd be home early from work so we could make love some more. Wow, this was all I'd ever hoped for.
It was all I could do to keep from jacking my cock when I got home from school. I did figure that I'd just go ahead and get naked and wait for Mom in the kitchen, whenever she came. I was hard just like I'd been all day. Knowing I was now fucking Mom and she was loving it, wanted more and more, well, it just kept me hard every waking minute.
Then I heard the garage door going up. I reached down and stroked myself as I sat at the kitchen table, deciding to continue as Mom came in the house. I wanted her to see how horny she was making me.
"Oh, my god, look at you," she cried as soon as she opened the door. "Are you really that horny, Brett?"
"For you, I am, Mom, see," and I let go and it just stood out rock-hard, throbbing, wanting my mother's mouth and pussy to calm it down at last. She came over and knelt down as I watched her red lips slide over the head and down the shaft as her hands rubbed up and down my abdomen as she sucked up and down. Her eyes were looking up at me as she pulled on me, it was exquisite.
She sucked me until I began to squirm, then pulled up off me, leaving a circle of lipstick red around the base of my cock, a decoration I would begin to wear from that day on.
"Come on, I've got to change, we'll take care of that properly upstairs," she said as I followed her up.
While I sat on her bed, my mother did a slow strip for me, smiling, teasing me as if I needed it, my hard cock now seeping precum in anticipation of our sexual reunion.