Mommy Muffin Ch. 01

The wooziness in my head stopped me from thinking straight, and I think it was starting to get to Mom as well. She swallowed dryly, lips slightly agape and drawing all my attention to them.

She asked me what was wrong, but I couldn't hear her. She was mouthing the words with no sound, captivating me with only the silence. The roaring heartbeat in my ears was deafening, blocking out any thoughts that said no and only left the ones that said do it.

So, I did it.

Both my hands on her hips, I pulled Mom into me with a force reserved for established lovers, staggering her before she realized what had happened. I heard her give a small gasp between me grabbing her waist and kissing her, but I quickly quieted her by fitting our lips together like puzzle pieces.

The tension in Mom's body was released and she melted in my arms. It took a second for her to regain composure, but as soon as she did she was kissing me back. We hungrily sucked at each other's lips, mashing our mouths together. Her hand was still on the back of my neck, nails slowly dragging up the back of my scalp while she played with my hair. I didn't mind her tugging at it, I was too hopelessly lost in kissing her with everything I had.

The two of us moved as one, as though we had done this a hundred times. Every second that passed I had a new craving I knew only my Mother's body could satisfy. I had longed to be this close to her for a long, long time, and now that I finally was I noticed how intoxicating her perfume was. The rich scent of vanilla, with a touch of crisp, ripe peaches was radiating off of her.

Our tongues rolled together, sloppily battling each other for domination of the other's mouth. Hers invaded my mouth and tenderly slid along mine, twirling around like a ribbon and leaving me to play catch-up while Mom absent mindedly went to town on me.

The lust behind her kissing was driving her, I had never been kissed with such emotion before and I fucking loved it. I was so busy trying to match the intensity of my Mother's hot, sloppy kisses but that I had "accidentally" dropped my hand down to her bum and held one of her thick, juicy cheeks firmly under my palm.

Even over her clothes I felt how incredibly soft her ass was; two deliciously doughy mounds caving under my grip. Mom moaned softly into my mouth, giving me the courage to put my other hand on her butt as well.

We stood motionless in the kitchen, each pawing at each other with the subtlety of a high school couple. Mom had yet to open her eyes, or move her hands from my head, pouring all her energy into passionately making out with me instead. There were countless bolts of electricity surging through my bones, most notably the pins and needles I felt working their way from my cock up to the top of my head.

I hadn't even tried to prevent myself from getting hard, a little part of me was even convinced Mom would like it. The more I thought about it, the less I was sure that I had made the right move, and I became hauntingly aware that I was tongue deep in my Mother's throat in the middle of the kitchen. The motions felt so familiar, I was no stranger to kissing, but doing it with Mom felt different. Now the person who I had idolized my entire life, spent so long fawning over, the beautiful woman I lived inside of for 9 month, was putty in my hands.

My iron grip on Mom's ass relented and she caught on immediately, pulling away from our kiss while still making sure to rake her nails over my skull. She went to say something, but bit her tongue. I knew exactly how she felt; I wanted to say a thousand things but all of them sounded like the worst good ideas I could think of.

It must've been the look of utter petrification I had on because Mom was the one to break the silence after a few seconds of breathing in the tension filled air. "Are you...okay, sweetheart?" Her voice was usually soothing, but now it bounced around in my head like an echo. I didn't reply so she pressed further. "You know I love you, Sean. You're my baby boy, that will never change." Her hand lovingly caressed my face, stroking my beet red cheeks with her thumb, pretending I wasn't blushing like a child caught red handed.

"I didn't mean to-I mean, I shouldn't have done that." My words tripped over each other, I didn't want to risk a look at Mom, in fear of my boner growing even harder. "Dad is gonna be furious with us "

"Furious when he doesn't find out about us?" She tilted my head to face her and hit me with the most stunningly entrancing emerald eyes I had ever seen. "I won't tell him...if you won't."

Breathing became difficult with my heart lodged in my throat, but I swallowed it down and chose my words carefully. "What do you mean...by 'us', Mom?"

"You didn't think I'd be satisfied with one kiss did you?" She arched an eyebrow. "If you wanna make those kind of moves on your Mother, you aren't gonna stop at just kissing. I'm not raising a tease."

I almost yelped when I felt Mom push a hand between my legs, easily finding my rock hard dick over my sweatpants and grabbing it. Her eyes grew wider as she inched her whole hand around it, and they were practically the size of dinner plates by the time she had explored the whole thing.

Mom cleared her throat and regained composure. "Now, like I said, if you're gonna tease your Mommy with a big cock like this, you aren't allowed to finish with just kissing me."

"Where can I finish?" I asked dumbly, perking up as Mom leaned in close to me and breathing whispered in my ear.

"Anywhere you want, baby." Her tongue flicked at my earlobe as she pulled back to face me, holding one of her hands between her legs and rubbing up and down her pussy mound. "I don't want to just give it away, but if you want to step into your Father's shoes you're gonna have to work for it. Do the things around here that he won't do."

"Like what?" I already had some ideas in my head, but I really didn't want to be wrong about them.

"Like chores; sweeping the garage, mowing the lawn, cleaning the car." I would've stopped listening to her if she wasn't still using her smooth, swooning voice to keep me listening.

"So I do Donald's work, and that's 'taking his place'? I'll be honest, Mom, I wasn't really-."

"If you do his work," she cut me off. "Then you get to have his play, as well."

I was confused enough that Mom rolled her eyes and kissed me again, stroking her fingers down my cock until she had the head in her grasp. "Do his fucking work, then do his fucking wife, got it?"

"Oh, y-yeah I got it." My stammering was out of control. I read some of the emotion behind Mom's words as utter disdain, and I second guesses whether my parents' marriage was as solid as I thought it was. "You don't...I dunno, mind?"

"You're cute." Mom gave me a quick peck on the cheek and treated my dick to one last touch before she turned back to the sink. "You've got a hot mom offering you exactly what every guy wants, and you're still gonna question it?"

"Not a hot mom. My hot mom." It frustrated me that she couldn't see the difference, and it confused me that I was letting those lines blur.

"Does that bother you?" She spun around and cocked a hand on her hip. "Because if it does we can just act like that kiss never happened."

I didn't have an answer for her. I knew what I wanted to say, and I knew what I should say. But I couldn't reconcile the two for the life of me. Too many concerns flooded my brain, making every decision seem like the wrong one. I've never been good at chess, so trying to pick the best move for this situation was yielding nothing but all-consuming anxiety.

A sparkle Mom's eye settled me a bit, and she reached out to touch my hand. "How about this; you go cut the grass, it's starting to outshine some of the flowers in my garden. When you're done you can come back in and we can talk about this, okay?"

My pulse was calming down. I nodded and hurried out of the kitchen, my stomach twisted into too many knots to eat lunch. Once I was back in my room, I flopped onto the bed and stared aimlessly at the ceiling.

"What the hell are you doing, Sean?" I asked myself out loud. "She's your Mother for fucks sake." Even with my personal pep talk I wasn't finding the strength to stop picturing my Mom in her bikini, but now I knew the sensation of her hand on my shaft to go along with the mental imagery.

Nervous sweats and clammy hands demanded to be felt, so I swapped into a pair of green shorts and a tank top. Earbuds plugged my, well, ears, and I put an old underground punk CD on play.

I made sure my path outside went past the kitchen, but I saw Mom had already cleaned up and left. One of my lungs let out a sigh of relief, the other wearily held its breath.

It was like the feeling of running into your crush in high school. Unrivaled anxiety over the idea of seeing them, but absolute euphoria the moment they spoke to you. My brain was having a hard enough time working through that mess without also trying to justify my lust towards Mom.

Outside was warm and crisp, just the kind of weather that's best for cutting grass. I found some peace walking up and down the lawn, retracing my steps over and over again with nothing to influence my mind except music. Every bass kick brought me further and further away from my reality as I slowly began daydreaming about my Mother.

Before I knew what was happening I had run over a rock and heard it hit the blade like a bullet. I switched the machine off and turned it over, examining the blade for any missing chunks.

Sure enough, there were several pieces missing from both of the blades, and the screws holding the whole thing in place were eerily loose. I had done well over half of the lawn at this point and decided to call it quits before I lost a leg to the shantily assembled lawnmower.

Dad had a history of not repairing things, and judging by the look of the lawn he hadn't bothered fixing the mower in a long time.

I went inside, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and a towel from the oven door to wipe off my neck and face. Mom was still nowhere to be seen, but I could hear Lucy talking on the phone with a friend in the living room.

I went upstairs and saw Mom's door was ajar, and I could see her moving around through the crack. After having some time to think over what we had done, I didn't feel as nervous about it. In fact, I wanted to clear the air right away so I would lose the feeling of heavy guilt in my stomach.

"Mom?" I called through the door.

"Yeah, honey?" She shouted back.

I opened the door and was greeted to the glorious, beautiful naked body of my Mother. I froze in place, let that be clear. I did not pause on purpose to get an eyeful of her, but when I did I was essentially paralyzed in place.

Mom was turned away from me, rooting through her drawers with a towel in one hand. She must have been preparing to get in the shower, and hadn't noticed me step inside. My feet wanted to run but my brain knew it was seeing what it had been after for month upon achingly long month.

Her hair was tied up in a high bun so it didn't get wet in the shower, and her body was practically glowing with natural beauty. Her back was toned, sloping down perfectly to her butt where it rounded out in two large mountains. My eyes traced up and down the crease between them, hypnotized by its subtly sexiness, hiding her most intimate parts from me.

One of her legs was tucked behind the other, her foot pivoting with her toes planted on the floor. Her elegantly cream coloured skin was perfectly spread from her toes up to her shoulders, with tiny freckles dotting her back like a mini constellation.

As Mom dug around the drawer, she absent mindedly dropped the towel and cursed at herself. When she bent down to pick it up, the light snuck between her cheeks and gave me a peak at the cleanly shaven clamshell poached between her ass cheeks. It bulged towards me, looking like two swollen, pursed lips that I was all too eager to kiss.

This new look at Mom was too much for me, and I couldn't hold back a gasp. Of course, she heard it and spun around using the towel to cover herself. To my surprise, she seemed to relax a little when she saw it was me in the doorframe.

"Someone likes spying, huh?" She raised an eyebrow.

"No, no I just, the lawn, I wanted to tell you I was finished!" Scatterbrain engaged. I threw up a hand to shield Mom from some embarrassment. "I was gonna go take a shower, but I can wait."

"Honey, if you wanna shower you can have the full pressure. I'll come in, in a bit."

"You'll come...where?" My hand wavered, but didn't dare fall from my eye line.

"I meant, I'll shower after you." Mom was blushing unabashedly, giving me a coy smile that turned up the corner of her mouth.

I simply nodded and backed away slowly. I didn't want to look too eager to catch Mom naked, but I was too intrigued to give up the possibly of seeing another glimpse of her body.

Against the screams in my head begging me not to, I closed the door and headed back to my room. The walk down the hall was a thousand miles long, and my feet made of concrete didn't make walking any easier.

The photo seemed obsolete to me now that I had seen the real thing. Mom was a sheer undefinable pillar of beauty, and the way my heart was racing gave me the hint that I wasn't just fawning over some 'hot girl'.

No, I wanted to do things to my Mother. Things a son usually reserves for online chat forums. Things that, if not played right, would end the closeness I shared with Mom.

I made it back to my room and stumbled through the door, fumbling with my clothes to tear then off as fast as I could. I wanted to badly to get in the shower and jerk off, I knew I wasn't safe from intrusion in my room. Knowing my luck, either Mom or Lucy would interrupt me right at the worst time.

I begrudgingly grabbed my towel and trudged down to the bathroom, leaving the door open a crack so the steam didn't fog up the mirror and start moistening the paint on the walls.

The cool water felt fantastic on my skin, like a million crisp raindrops tickling my back and washing the sweat away as they fell. Soon I felt like my entire body was being encased in this refreshing shelter, breathing new life to my limbs like I had just shed a layer of skin made from sand.

The white noise of the water ringing against the floor was putting my brain on a hazy standby. I routinely washed my hair, then popped open a bottle of body wash with a name so absurd you have to wonder how somebody ever thought "Electric Fusion" was the name of a scent.

Seriously, guys have no gauge for buying this shit, it all smells the same.

I heard the shower curtain pull back before I saw it. My eyes were closed while I finished rinsing the shampoo from my head, but I snapped them open just in time to see Mom standing with her hear cocked, eyes focused on my swaying dong. Though she was equally as naked as she was ten minutes ago, I didn't feel any guilt over seeing her like that.

Somehow, the nerves and tension I had felt upon stumbling into her room had disappeared, much as it had with the photograph. Instead, she consciously chose to let me see her so naturally bare by stepping into the shower with me and closing the curtain behind her.

"Hey." Her voice was calm, and sultry, almost like she was right in my ear whispering into it.

"Hey."

"I figured you'd be okay if I joined you." She said, making a less than subtle move to get under the water. "Jesus, that's freezing."

Mom reached around me, brushing my stomach with her tits by no mistake, to turn up the warmth. "Mmm, much better, don't you think baby?"

Truthfully, most of the warmth I was feeling was coming from Mom standing so close to me. Her vagina was inches from my leg, and even with the water I could feel the heat rolling off of her. A small triangle of light brown fuzz was present on her mound, something I hadn't noticed in her picture before, and I wondered how I'd missed something so alluring.

"You like it, huh?" Her dimples were the size of adorable potholes. I got the feeling she was enjoying showing off to me, and having someone appreciate it. "I let it grow out a bit, just a little patch.

Her stiffened nipples grazed across my chest, sending shivers to the pit of my stomach. Every instinct I had was urging me to reach out and play with them. To take a huge helping of her deliciously plump breasts and juggle them around my palms.

Standing next to my naked Mother proved a greater challenge than I had anticipated. All I wanted to do was ogle her like a teenager seeing their first pair of tits, but my brain was having a hard time bringing an air of reality to our shower. Each passing moment felt more surreal than the last, I could feel myself looking back on this moment for the next few years to use as fantasy fuel.

The cascade of water surrounding us wasn't enough to fix the cotton built-up in my mouth, despite its loosely slack jawed stature. "You're...naked." Being that it was the only thing occupying my mind, I didn't blame myself for blurting out the painfully obvious.

"Yes sweetheart, I am. Are you okay with that?" Mom's eyes were longing for me to say yes, but she knew how I felt without me having to answer. Her hand was resting flush against my abdomen, and slowly sinking lower and lower. "Just tell Mommy if you get uncomfortable, okay baby?"

I was trying with all my might to sound confident, but Mom started nibbling on my earlobe and effectively shut down my communication beyond a choked out; "yes Mommy". My golden haired Mother dropped to her knees in a heartbeat, pulling her hair back from her face so I could see her staring up at me with perfect clarity, a mirror image to a scene I'd had with a couple girlfriends before. Now those girls were replaced with my Mother, greedily licking her lips over the challenge of a thick cock staring back at her, glistening with tiny beads of water that coated the only real thing that could quench Mommy's thirst.

Her smile was full of diamonds, her stare transfixed on her son's cock as her brain slowly started coming to terms with the new level of relationship we were entering. I had the feeling that even if I had told her about any of my nervous reservations, she wouldn't have let it stop her.

Our eyes met in the moment her hand finally closed the distance between her palm and my erection, and I saw nothing short of absolute euphoria beaming from them. It didn't look the way most girls did when they got a hold of my dick the first time. The difference being the unmistakeable sense of pride my Mom was showing, feeling the cock she had created out of her own flesh and blood palpitating in her small hands.

"Oh, Sean." Mom cooed, shifting her hand down the length of my shaft, stopping once she had her fist against my stomach. "It's beautiful." Her fingers coiled around my pole, each one of them putting pressure on at a different time, in a different spot. These advances served as a distraction by putting me in a blissfully unaware haze, giving Mom the opportunity to inch her head closer to me, extending her tongue under the head of my cock and scraping the warm, squishy surface against the bottom, leaving behind a trail of wet, bubbly saliva.

She was fascinated with it, much the way I was with her body, in a sense beyond just lust. There was an underlying reminder the entire time that what we were doing wasn't necessarily wrong, but it was isolated. We two felt so outside of the norms of society, so lost in our own world where only we existed, doing something so few mothers and sons have done together, and preparing to do a whole lot more.