Teasing MombyRobert Earl©
1¾ ( Part One )
It was three weeks before the fall break of my first semester in college and I had great plans. I'd arranged to go as a ski instructor to Aspen, and man was I looking forward to it! Weeks and weeks of free skiing and slopes full of buff chicks to impress. But then, about ten days before I was about to pack up and go I got my grades.
At first I was thinking about going anyway. Maybe I'd be able to get through all the extra study in the evenings or something. But deep down I knew it wouldn't happen that way, things never did.
I also knew that I was only one more screw up away from losing my scholarship, and I wasn't going to let that happen. A lifetime at flipping burgers didn't appeal to me then any more than it does now.
So that's how the most disappointed freshman in Berkeley wound up loading his beetle with textbooks instead of ski's and driving back home to spend the vacations with mom.
I gotta say that, cool independent dude though I thought I was at nineteen, it was good to get back to the old nest. Mom met me at the door with a kiss and the biggest hug I'd gotten since I'd been about six. As I snuggled up to her, enjoying the smell of that shampoo she always used, I noticed for the first time how small she seemed. With the top of her head snug under my chin she fit against my body just as neatly as Jody, my last girlfriend had done.
Maybe it was that association that led to what happened next. Or maybe it was just that I was dog tired after a long drive, wasn't thinking straight. I don't know. But standing there on the porch, bathed in afternoon sunlight, I slid my left hand down the small of my moms back and cupped the soft globe of her ass. I weighed it in my hand, enjoying the feel of plump roundness through the thin cotton of her dress, and was about to give it a loving squeeze when I suddenly remembered who it was I was snuggled up against here.
Suddenly my heartbeat jumped into a gallop and I could feel a heavy blush coloring my face. Thank God she hadn't noticed what I'd been doing. I couldn't imagine how embarrassing it would've been if she'd pulled away, hell, even slapped me like that girl in Austen.
I let go of her and quickly picked up my tote bag to hide the bulge she'd started in my jeans.
'I'd better go and get a shower.' I mumbled, edging around her to the stairs. Glancing down I couldn't help noticing how skimpy her dress was. Even in the warmth of the afternoon I could see the twin olives of her nipples outlined by the thin material. I really had been lucky that she'd been too excited to notice me groping her ass!
'OK, Hon ' She smiled, oblivious to the hard on that was now straining against my zipper ' Go get a shower. Lunch'll be about half an hour.'
'Thanks Mom. I'll be right down.' I said and stumbled upstairs. Dropping my bag on the landing I lurched into the bathroom, unbuttoning my jeans as the door swung closed. I couldn't believe how turned on that brief feel had left me. As I absent mindedly pulled the skin back from the velvet head of my dick I felt almost ready to cum then and there.
'For Gods sake.' I whispered to the mirror ' It's your Mom.'
The thought, meant to cool me off, had quite the opposite effect. As I thought of her loving face, beautiful despite the first fine lines of her forties, and the soft abundance of her bra-less tits pressed against me, and the heavy weight of her buttock in my hand I knew that I was going to have to jerk off. I lent back against the bathroom wall, cupped my balls with my left hand and slowly began stroking myself with the right, all the while picturing my mom.
Eyes closed I re-lived the moment when I'd fondled her ass. I wished I had squeezed it. I wished I'd done more, maybe ran one finger down the deep cleft between her cheeks to the warmth that nestled between her legs. I wondered if she smelled of shampoo down there too. I wondered how wet she'd be. I wondered...
The door swung open.
'I brought you some fresh... oh. ' Mom trailed off, her eyes dropping to watch my fingers shuttling back and forth over my straining erection. For a split second I carried on, still rapt in fantasy, then, with a feeling of absolute horror, I realized that I was masturbating in front of my mother. And that's when I came.
I couldn't help it. Even as I watched Mom's face, her mouth open in shock and her cheeks flushing furiously, I could feel jet after jet of cum pumping out of me. Even in the bliss of ejaculation I could hear it splattering onto mom's spotlessly clean bathroom tiles. And all the while she just stood and stared, her eyes locked onto my jerking dick as if mesmerized.
When I'd finished we both just stood in silence, the only sound the hammering of my heart and mom's hoarse breathing. She still couldn't seem to tear her gaze away from my wilting manhood so, moving in an agony of embarrassment, I stooped to pull my jeans up. I fumbled uselessly at the button, tears of shame stinging my cheeks. This was it. I'd have to move out, get a place of my own.
'Mom,' I began, wishing that she would meet my eyes but dreading it too. ' I'm sorry.'
Now she was regarding the globules of cum that glistened like evil pearls on the floor. Moving slowly as if in some sort of trance, mom knelt down, her head level with my navel, and dipped her neatly manicured fingertips into the mess. For a moment she rubbed it between thumb and forefinger, as if examining the texture.
Abruptly, she stood up and turned to me.
'Well.' She said, surprising me with the warmth of amusement her voice carried as she playfully wagged a cum slicked digit at me ' You have gotten to be a big boy, haven't you?'
And with that mom raised the slimy fingertip to her full lips, took a quick, hesitant sniff, and then popped it into her mouth. I watched astounded as she began to suck, her cheeks bellowing in and out as she greedily slurped her finger clean. Then, her warm hazel eyes still smiling into mine, she replaced it with her thumb.
'Mmmmmmmm' mom sighed, sticking out her tongue to give the shaft of her thumb one final lick ' I haven't tasted that in a long time. Now, be sure to clean up before you come down, won't you?'
I stood speechlessly as she lent forward, gave me a quick peck on the cheek then left, closing the door gently behind her. After a moment I roused myself, squidgeed the bathroom floor, took a shower and went down to lunch.
It was meatloaf. My favorite.
Teasing Mom 2
For the next couple of days I hit the books hard, trying to blot out the confusion moms strange behavior had caused. But every time I tried to concentrate on jurisprudence, or tort, or anything else I found my mind turning back to those few seconds in the bathroom.
Neither of us had mentioned the incident since, and sometimes I wondered if it had really happened. Perhaps it had just been a misremembered dream or a particularly vivid fantasy. I had been smoking quite a bit of pot recently.
Then I'd remember the way mom's breathing had grown hot and urgent as she'd ogled my straining dick. I'd remember the way she'd knelt in front of me, cheeks burning as she squatted down in supplication. Most of all I'd remember the way she'd greedily sucked her fingers clean of my cum, eyes closed in hungry pleasure.
In the evening concentration was even more difficult. Mom always got home from the office at about six, same as she always had. Then she'd take a quick shower before coming down to the kitchen to start dinner. I would sit at the table, books open whilst she bustled about with the pots and pans. On the surface this was nothing new, just the same routine as always. On the surface. The differences were there, though.
First off mom's house clothes had changed. Time was she'd wear an ankle length terry robe to cook in, or maybe an old pair of paint splattered dungarees. Now she favored a kind of long linen night shirt, something I'd never seen her wear before. The rough material was thin enough to cling to the damp curves of her body, and where it stuck I could detect the light pink flush of naked flesh beneath.
I grew to love that night shirt. However much she moved, and however closely it moulded itself onto the warm wetness of her body, it never came more than half way down her thighs. I could see that mom's thighs were perfectly smooth, the plumpness of that creamy flesh cleanly waxed, and my palms sweated with the desire to touch.
Every night she'd pad into the kitchen, bare feet thumping on the floorboards, and my eyes would slide up from her naked legs to the jostle of her buttocks. The weight of those twin orbs was also smooth, unbroken by any panty line. I'd watch the line of her spine disappear down into the cleft of her ass as she bent over the counter, or watch her cheeks flatten and broaden as she knelt down to rummage through the fridge. This would stretch the night shirt so tight that, when she rocked forward, I sometimes imagined that I could make out the tight pucker of her asshole winking up at me from beneath the cloth.
Later she'd lean over the table to lay our places, her heavy breasts swinging forward to strain against the flimsy material that bound them. At times mom's nipples, hard and erect against the rough cloth, were thrust almost into my face. I'd watch the dark hint of her swollen aureoles through the linen, and give thanks for the polished pinewood that hid the agonizing hardness of my desire.
Sometimes, inevitably, she would catch me watching the drop of her breasts or the shape of her buttocks. Once, arms held high above her head to stretch, she'd even caught me gazing at the plump triangle of flesh that her grinding hips had thrust out. Yet she didn't seem to mind the attention. In fact it seemed to amuse her. She'd give me a brief, knowing smile and I'd drop my eyes hastily, trying not to blush, fighting the urge to bolt upstairs and relieve the almost unbearable pressure of my erection.
On the third day I couldn't take it any more. Whilst watching the pizzas bake mom had turned a chair back to front and straddled it. Even from behind I could see how tight she was pressing herself up against the carved oak of the chair's back, her left breast bulging outwards from beneath her shoulder in a high half moon. Meanwhile her legs were splayed wide open, lifting the hem of her night shirt high enough to reveal a handful of plump, rounded hip.
In fact the bunched material barely covered the backward thrust of her buttocks. Then she shifted, twisting herself into a more comfortable position, and as she did so the shirt rode even higher. I watched spell bound as mom exposed the slope of one pale cheek, the curve of flesh darkening as it slid down to become the flushed underside of her ass.
By now my dick felt hard enough to explode. I'd even begun to stand when, with slow, powerful movements, mom started to roll her hips. Her cheeks clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed as she unselfconsciously and quite blatantly began grinding her pudenda into the hard ridge of the seat. Gradually the movement grew more insistent. Her breathing became shallower, faster, and then... then she hesitated.
For a moment I thought she'd stopped, maybe remembered that her son was only three feet away. But no. I watched as with a slow, luxurious stretch she bent her knees, lifted her feet from the floor and placed them on the cross bar between the chair's legs. Legs now bent double she squatted down upon her mount and began to ride it in earnest. For a moment I listened to the squeak of the joints as she rubbed herself back and forth. The, unable to bear it any longer, I spoke.
'Mom.' I choked ' Don't you know what you're doing to me?'
She stopped her movement and looked back over her shoulder at me, her eyebrows raised in puzzlement.
'What do you mean, honey?' She asked quizzically, a curious smile making a bow of her generous lips.
'With the chair and the night shirt... ' I muttered before trailing off in a heat of embarrassment
For a moment she held me squirming beneath the innocence of her gaze. Then that warm, knowing look broke through.
'Oh.' She said, as if realizing it for the first time ' Your getting hard again aren't you?'
I tried to say something, but all that came out was a kind of strangled gulp. Her smile grew broader.
'I'm sorry, honey.' Her voice was both warm and mocking ' I didn't know you liked to watch me. After all, I am your mother.'
Still unable to speak, hell, hardly even able to breath, all I could do was sit and watch as she swiveled around on her chair and stood up to face me. For a moment the damp linen of mom's night shirt clung to the top of her thighs, moulding itself onto the moist bulge of her sex. Her hand strayed down to stroke herself there as she approached and suddenly the heavy musk of her arousal washed over me.
I took a deep, rasping breath and tried to tear my gaze away as she drew nearer. But try as I might my eyes remained locked on that clearly defined mound until she stood over me, so close that I could have leant forward and tasted her.
'Do you like looking at me?' She asked, leaning forward to display the droop of her generous breasts. Once more I remained mute but, undeterred, she ran a hand through my hair and dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
'You can tell me. I don't mind.' And with that she slid her hand down from my head, dragged her nails lightly over my chest and rested her palm on my stomach. Then, without the slightest warning, she thrust her hand between my legs and grasped my swollen balls.
'Yes' I finally blurted out, shocked into speech ' Yes. I can't help it.'
'Mmmm.' Mom nodded, giving my balls a gentle squeeze as I squirmed in pleasure ' I can feel that. And do you think about me when you touch yourself?'
'Mom.' I began ' Please... '
'Just answer the question.' She demanded, impatiently tightening her grip. I winced at the flare of pain and decided to tell the truth.
'Ok, yes, sure. Every day.' Her grip relaxed slightly.
'Were you thinking about me when I caught you in the bathroom?'
'Yes.' I muttered, opening my legs and pushing myself harder into her palm. I couldn't help it.
She ran the pink tip of her tongue along her lips and that slow smile was back. For a moment we stayed like that, mom fondling me as I ogled her succulent breasts. The oven pinged and switched itself off. We ignored it.
'Would you like to see me naked?'.
'Sure.' The answer popped out before I'd even thought about it.
And with that mom reached down to the hem of her night shirt and slowly pulled it upwards. I could here the soft rasping of cotton over skin above the wild drum beat of my own heart, and as the hem whispered up and over the furry mound of her pussy I realized that I was actually drooling.
I swallowed, hardly able to blink as the wide, white half moons of Mom's hips were revealed, then the dimple of her belly button snug in the white flesh of her stomach, then, finally the heavy beauty of her breasts.
They were magnificent. Perfectly symmetrical they'd remained high and firm despite their size, twin globes of pure white surmounted by honey brown aureoles. Her nipples had become so hard and erect beneath my hungry gaze that mom's night shirt caught on them as she lifted it over her head, tugging them playfully upwards. Once again I swallowed.
'There.' Mom said, dropping her nightshirt and putting her hands on her hips. She rolled them from side to side playfully and thrust the dark mound of her pudenda towards me. The thick pelt that thatched her pussy shone as darkly as mink beneath the kitchen fluorescents.
'Do you like looking at mommy's pussy?' She asked, stepping forward so that she straddled my leg. I nodded dumbly.
'And would you like to taste it?' She wondered, running her hands through my hair.
'Yes.' I whispered and, unable to restrain myself any longer I thrust my head forward. Burying my face in the heat of her crotch I licked through her curls to the plump lips beneath. I felt mom tilt herself upwards, giving me fuller access to her sex, and dropped to my knees.
'You dirty boy.' She husked as I reached around to seize her buttocks. They were fat and heavy in my hands, and I squeezed them before lifting them apart.
'Oh, you dirty boy.' She repeated as I ran my tongue from the wetness of her pussy to the tight little ring of her anus ' That's right, lick mommy's ass hole.'
I began to slobber as I tongued her, licking and sucking at the musky flesh between mom's legs. I felt the first shudder o an approaching orgasm ripple through her and suddenly knew, just knew, that I had to fuck her.
Without giving her a chance to argue I scrambled to my feet and seized her by the hips. Ignoring her frustrated protests I turned her around and pushed her face down onto the table.
'What are you doing?' She asked, craning her neck to look at me. I heard a note of genuine surprise in her voice, but was to far gone to pay it much heed.
'I'm going to fuck you.' I replied, my voice thick and heavy.
'No. Oh no.' She decided and squirmed beneath the restraining hand I'd placed on the small of her back. ' we can't do that. I 'm your mom!'
But it was too late. I'd already reached between her legs to splay the plump lips of her pussy wide open and, even as she struggled, I pushed my cock deep inside of her.
'Ooh please no.' She screamed ' Oh no. Oooooooooooooooooo.... '
And then I felt her cum, felt her muscles tightening around my cock as I pumped it into her, felt her writhing around beneath me like some sort of wild animal.
It was too much for me. With a sudden gasp of pleasure I erupted, filling mom's pussy with an explosion of my seed.
For a while afterwards we lay sprawled, mom on the table, me on the chair. Time passed. Eventually, mom picked herself up and, still naked and slicked with cum, finished preparing dinner.