Hot Horny Mom

Hayden wasn't sure it was her. The woman walking toward him in the crowded airport arrival lounge didn't look like the mother he remembered, or the one in the few pictures he'd kept hidden from his father over the years. The woman working her way through the crowd was looking straight at him as if she knew him, so thought it had to be her. But he must have changed as much as she did in the past ten years. Either way, he couldn't take his eyes off her. She was tall and blonde with a carefully pampered look that included what had to be a surgically enhanced pair of DD cup tits that were heaving as she walked, nearly falling out of the daringly low-cut dress she was wearing. The dress was indecently short, showing off smooth, slender legs. Her skin was evenly tanned and flawless, and she looked younger than the forty-two year old woman he was expecting to meet.

It couldn't have been Hayden's mother. She looked like an actress walking across a stage to accept a porn star award, except that she looked calm and measured her strides with easy grace. The eighteen year old started hoping it wasn't her. Then he wouldn't feel weird about getting a hard on for a woman who turned out to be his own mother because this woman looked to be a fully self-assured sex goddess.

Suddenly she was standing right in front of him, and he could barely make eye contact with her with those spectacular tits so well displayed.

"Hayden? My god, you're so grown up now," she said with a subtle smile.

"Mom?"

She looked a little awkward when he called her that, but he noticed she blushed a little bit too.

Hayden's father had passed away suddenly a few months before, and he wanted to live with his real mother instead of his stepmother. Cheryl had moved to the west coast and had just gone through her third divorce. Her second and third husbands had both been wealthy, and she was now very well off financially. Hayden's memories of her were very hazy, and since his father strictly limited any contact with her over the years it was almost like meeting a complete stranger. Except she was the hottest looking blonde MILF he'd ever met in person. He even started to wonder if he was meeting the right woman.

"I'm so glad you're here," she said a little bit formally.

She seemed totally self-assured. It was like she didn't even know that half her body was falling out of a dress that made her look like a stripper between shows. Hayden figured his mother must dress that way so often it didn't even faze her anymore. It was just normal for her. And it was much more normal for LA than back in Wilmington where he grew up.

"Yeah, uh, thanks for letting me come," he told her.

She smiled again, just as subtle as the last one. "Well, I'm your mother. Where else would you go?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "I guess."

He started to wonder if he should have stayed with his stepmother, but then Cheryl just told him to follow her to the car. She turned and led the way toward the parking garage while Hayden walked beside her pulling his luggage along. It wasn't hard to keep up with her. She walked at a medium pace, with easy, confident strides, even in heels that looked like they had four inch spikes.

Mother or not, it was pretty much impossible not to keep checking out her smooth, evenly tanned legs as well those barely contained, world class tits that were just as evenly tanned and didn't show a hint of tan line anywhere. They didn't say anything on the way to the car, and Hayden was pretty sure his mother was well aware of the way he kept peeking at her body parts. He was curious about this woman who was his mother and who she was. But he'd also never seen a woman like her at all.

Hayden caught plenty of people looking at his mom on the way to the car, but not gawking in disbelief the way they would've back home. He was trying not to gawk, but he didn't think he was doing a very good job.

She led him to a brand new, black SUV with tinted windows. He put his luggage in the back and Cheryl drove to her house. They barely talked during the ride. It felt a little weird to Hayden. He wanted to get to know his mother but he didn't know where to start. Maybe she was just feeling the same way. It took a lot longer than he expected, but he was surprised to see the lavish, modern home on the hillside where it seemed like you could look out and see the entire world. Hayden liked the place immediately. He wasn't surprised when she led him inside and everything was bright and open, with large windows and more rooms than he could count right away. The furniture was sparse and all of it looked brand new, and it looked like nothing was out of place anywhere.

Cheryl led Hayden up a wide flight of stairs where there was a spacious living room almost as big as the one downstairs, and then a short hallway where there were two bedrooms and the biggest bathroom he'd ever seen. His mother opened the door to one of the bedrooms and told him it was his. It was much larger than he was used to. His mother stood in the doorway and calmly watched him check out his new room. It was a fabulous room, but nothing he'd seen since he got off the plane could compare to his mother's perfectly pampered and generously displayed body.

"It's really nice here," he said, sitting down on the bed.

"I'm glad you like it." There was that subtle smile again. "I hope you'll feel at home. After all, this is your home now and I'm your mother. It can be like a new life for both of us."

"Sure," Hayden agreed, already wondering what it was going to be like living with her.

A silent moment or two passed before Cheryl said anything more.

"Hayden, did your father say things about me? Things that weren't very nice?"

Hayden looked at her and felt himself blush. His father had said a lot of things about his mother, always using them as an excuse to keep the two of them from communicating. He knew his mother was already reading the look on his face. It was too late to think of a polite lie.

"What kinds of things did he say?" his mother asked calmly.

"I don't think I should repeat them."

"It's okay," she reassured him. "It's just us here talking. Mother and son, the way we've never had the chance. You can't tell me anything I haven't heard before, and besides, I want us to be able to talk to each other about anything. Once you get to know me you'll realize you can."

Hayden stalled, thinking. But then he finally told his mother what she wanted to know.

"He called you some pretty bad names," he said cautiously. His mother snickered briefly.

"I'll be he did. Such as?"

Hayden didn't want to say, but Cheryl pushed to hear more.

"Well, um, he called you a slut a lot. And a whore."

Cheryl responded with that coy smile of hers and calmly walked over to the bed and took a seat beside her son. She took one of his hands in both of hers and held it on her lap. The hem of her dress rode up so high that the back of his hand was touching her bare thigh. He'd never felt anything so smooth or warm in his life.

"Do you think those are bad things to be?" she asked him.

"I don't know," he avoided answering.

"Did you believe your father when he said those things?"

"Not really," Hayden replied. "I just figured he was really mad at you. He wouldn't let us talk to each other so I had to just imagine you most of the time."

"I see. Am I anything like you imagined?" she asked.

"Kind of," he admitted. "I mean, in my mind you were always really pretty and really nice."

"Do you think I'm pretty, Hayden?"

He nodded silently.

"That's sweet. I'm glad you think so."

"Do you think I look like a slut or a whore?"

Hayden nearly choked at the question, making his mother laugh.

"That's okay," she told him. "Because I am a slut. I am a whore. Just like your father said. But that should never be a reason to keep us apart, don't you think?"

"No, definitely not."

With one deep sigh, Cheryl's tits nearly broke free of her insanely low cut dress.

"I've always been a highly charged sexual creature," she explained openly. "Your father could never satisfy me even in his dreams. No, one man could. And ever since I was your age I've been what people like to call a slut or a whore. A highly sexually active female. Society makes very unfair judgments about women like me. I wanted you to know that about your mother."

"It's okay, Mom. I'm not like that."

She smiled much more widely this time. "That makes me feel very proud of you, baby. I hope you know how terribly I've missed you all this time, and having you come home to me is the best possible thing that could ever happen."

"I'm glad, Mom. I hated not being able to even talk to each other."

"Me, too," Cheryl agreed. "But I want you to know all these things because I don't want to hide anything from you. And I don't plan to change my lifestyle with you here because I don't think there's anything wrong with it. But you should know because you're probably going to see and hear some things you're not used to."

"Okay, Mom." He wasn't sure what else he should say. He was already wondering what kinds of things she thought he'd be seeing and hearing.

"You can ask me about any of it. And if you really want to you can even watch, as long as you're discreet. I'm not ashamed of who I am or the things I do, and I don't want you to be ashamed of me, either."

"Oh, I wouldn't be. I promise."

She smiled broadly again. "You should've been with me all along," she said. Then she turned her body and gave him a hug. Her enormous tits were mashing against his body and he couldn't help but feel intense tingling in his crotch.

Cheryl finally let him go and stood up. "Well I'm sure you must be tired from your trip," she told him. "I'll give you a chance to rest and unpack if you want to. There's no hurry, though. We have all the time in the world now."

Hayden smiled at his beautiful mother. Then he gazed at her long legs as she left the room and closed the door behind her. The conversation had left him a little bit stunned. He was amazed at how bold and open his mother was, but he couldn't help admiring her for it. And now that she was gone, he took a moment to rub at the tingling cock she'd left him with. She was nothing like he expected, and he was upset with his father for talking about the way he always had. Even though it was like meeting her for the first time, Hayden decided he was just going to love and defend his mother with everything he had. His father had failed both of them, and they had a lot of lost time to make up for.

He expected to be getting a lot of erections over her. Who wouldn't? She was a sex goddess, and by her own admission a horny slut. Well, there were worse things to deal with, and he wouldn't have to look very far for the hottest stroke fantasies ever. Eventually, maybe he'd get lucky enough to find a girlfriend who reminded him of his mother.

Hayden was too keyed up to sleep, so he finally went into the bathroom and took a shower. The stall was huge, with a full, glass enclosure and hand held nozzle that he kept aiming at his cock, making it bigger and harder. He began stroking his rod, thinking of how his mother had looked when she met him at the airport, and of the way she'd admitted to being a slut. But then there was the way her amazing tits had felt when she hugged him. He was working his way toward a hard explosion when the door suddenly opened and Cheryl walked into the room carrying a stack of towels.

"Hey sweetie, I just wanted to make sure you had some clean..." Her voice trailed off when she looked through the glass and discovered her son with a very impressive hard on in his fist.

Hayden froze. He noticed his mother's eyes linger on his cock, which made his throbbing much much worse.

"Darling, we have no prudish attitudes in this house about our bodies or pleasuring ourselves, okay? You might just catch me at it sometime, and we're not going to go around pretending there's anything wrong with it. It's perfectly natural."

"Uhh, sure, Mom. Yeah," he stammered.

Now she gave him the coy smile again, and she took a moment to watch him as his hand began moving back and forth on his shaft again.

"That's a beautiful cock, sweetie," she told him. "You should be very proud of it."

"Uhh, thanks, Mom," he croaked.

She finally turned to leave, but then stopped in the doorway. "When you finish, be a dear and make sure to rinse all your cum down the drain, okay?"

"Okay, Mom."

Cheryl left the room without shutting the door. Hayden didn't know what came over him, but he pounded his throbbing cock like never before, spattering the glass with spunk. And just as his mother asked, he took the nozzle and rinsed his plentiful spooge down the drain.

The next few days were like a blur. Hayden and his mother spent almost every minute together. She took him shopping for new clothes at all the best malls, and showed him the sights in and around the city. They had dinners out at expensive restaurants where the waiters were on a first name basis with Cheryl, and other times where they ate together on the balcony. Cheryl was full of questions, and Hayden was ecstatic to finally get to know his mother. He was careful about asking her too many questions, though. He knew she wouldn't mind, but he still wasn't used to way she lived.

Then one morning he found Cheryl in the kitchen still in her satin bathrobe. It was the first time she hadn't been perfectly made up and dressed like a knockout by that hour of the day. The blonde smiled when she saw the curious look on her son's face.

"This is the day for my weekly massage," she explained. "I have a wonderfully talented girl who comes every week, and today I paid her for a double session so you could have one, too."

"Wow, that sounds great, Mom."

"It's perfectly natural to get a little excited from the massage," she explained further. "So if you go getting one of your lovely erections there's nothing to be ashamed of. Mika is used to that. Besides, she always gives me a happy ending massage, and if you want one like that you just tell her. When you see her I think you'll want that. Do you know what a happy ending is, sweetie?"

"Uh, yeah, Mom."

"Good. You're gonna feel so good afterwards."

About an hour later, a young, Asian woman arrived at the house lugging a folding massage table and a bag full of lotions and oils. Cheryl introduced Hayden to Mika by name, not bothering to mention that he was her son. Mika nodded and smiled, briefly shaking hands with Hayden and nodding matter-of-factly when Cheryl told her they both wanted happy endings today. She hadn't bothered to double check and ask her son if that's what he wanted, but Hayden realized she knew he wanted that even before he did.

Being a beautiful day, Mika set her table up on the balcony where they had total privacy. She was a petit girl who was stronger than she looked. Hayden thought she was beautiful enough to be a model, and he couldn't look away when she stripped down to nothing but a tiny, white pair of thong panties. Her tits were perky B cups, with large nipples that were already swollen. Hayden felt awkward, wondering if he should leave the ladies on their own, but Cheryl told him she'd love to have him stay nearby.

"You should get undressed so you're ready for your massage when it's your turn," his mother told him. Then she took off her robe, revealing that she was completely naked underneath. Her pussy was smooth as silk, without a hair in sight, and Cheryl showed no sign of self-consciousness as she strode naked in front of her son, tits heaving wildly, as she went to the table and lay down on her stomach. Her face was turned toward Hayden, where he was sitting on a cushioned, patio love seat.

Before Mika got started, Cheryl reminded her son to take off his and be ready for his turn. He was already getting hard. After what happened in the shower a few days before, he didn't mind his mother seeing him with a boner, but Mika was a different story. Then he reminded himself that Mika was only wearing those panties that barely covered her pussy and did nothing to cover her tight little ass.

Hayden stood up and took off his shorts and T shirt, sitting back down naked, with a semi-erect cock between his legs. Cheryl smiled her coy smile and stared directly at her son's cock while Mika began the massage at her feet. A dreamy looking cast came over the blonde's expression while the smaller, younger woman began oiling up her legs.

Hayden's cock quickly inflated to full size as he watched Mika's deft hands manipulate his mother's exposed flesh. The masseuse wasn't shy about spreading and kneading Cheryl's ass cheeks, exposing the woman's tight ring even to her son as she worked. Cheryl sighed with pleasure, keeping her eyes on her son's cock the entire time.

"It's okay if you want to touch it, darling," the blonde said. "Just don't cum, though. Let Mika take care of that for you. You won't believe how good she is at that."

Hayden didn't need to be told twice. He gripped his enormous, throbbing cock and slowly stroked his shaft while he watched the agile Asian woman work over his mother's upper thighs and ass. She continued up Cheryl's back and shoulders, until she finally told the blonde to roll over.

Hayden was transfixed by the sight of his mother's perfect tits and insanely smooth looking pussy. She was still looking at him, but while Mika began on her legs, Cheryl started breathing more deeply. The smaller woman was soon massaging her firm, heavy tits. She spent a long time on them, drumming her fingers over Cheryl's swollen nipples.

Then the blonde spread her legs in anticipation, knowing Mika was already moving to her side. The younger woman's strong hands kneaded Cheryl's thighs, finally beginning to make fluttering strokes over the woman's fully exposed pussy lips.

Cheryl smiled at her son and sighed with pleasure. Hayden gazed in awe as Mika worked over his mother's pussy with fleet fingers, stroking her slit and drumming her hardened clit. His cock was throbbing like mad and he wanted to cum desperately, but he remembered his mother's advice.

Hayden watched speechlessly as Mika carefully pushed a pair of fingers into his mother's sodden pussy hole. Working the blonde's clit at the same time, she massaged Cheryl's G spot. Cheryl clutched at the sides of the table and rocked her hips, gasping loudly as the climax over her glorious body, her tits heaving to and fro.

Cheryl came so hard that Hayden almost felt like Mika was making him cum, too. He wanted to cum at the same time as his mother, but he held himself off.

After a moment to recover, Cheryl got off the table and told Hayden to take her place. He got onto the table while his mother took his place on the love seat, sitting with her smooth legs parted widely.

Hayden lay on the table with his hard cock trapped under his body. He faced his mother the same way she had faced him. Seeing her spread so openly, so hot and beautiful, so carefree, made the throbbing in his cock worse than ever. Then Mika started massaging him, following the same circuit up the back of his body that she had with his mother. He was amazed at good it felt to have Mika's hands manipulate his ass, and when it was finally time to roll onto his back his cock was marble hard and throbbing like mad.

Cheryl had that dreamy look on her face again, and she reached for her pussy with one hand and started to stroke her slit while Mika massaged the front of her son's hard, young body. Hayden gazed at his mother, transfixed by the sight of her fingers drumming and raking over her obviously wet slit. Her pussy looked perfect, and it was hard to believe she was spreading it open for him to admire while the younger woman ran her oily hands all over his naked body. He tried to ignore the intense throbbing of his cock. It was the first time he'd ever gone this long without making himself cum and his whole body just felt so good.